"Buzz!"

The earth trembled, thunder rolled, and a huge and violent ripple of energy surged out from the outer wall of the 14th floor of the Sword Picking Tower.

As thousands of rays of light illuminated the earth, Xuanyuan Pheasant and the others were frightened and their souls flew away.

Over millions of years, there have been several people from outside the clan who have broken into the tower, but they have never heard of anyone who could challenge the Sword Picking Tower and transmit the fighting atmosphere inside the tower to the outside.

Looking at the huge impact wave that surged like a tidal wave, everyone was stunned, and the next moment, the shadow wall reflected from the outer wall of the fourteenth-floor tower was the first to bear the brunt, like a fragile mirror, and shattered into pieces with a bang.

The terrifying shock wave swept around, instantly knocking away all the sword slaves surrounding the Sword Picking Tower, including Xuanyuan Pheasant, Ban Cong, Bao Yunlu, Li Guiyuan, and thousands of other practitioners behind the sword slaves.

, all flew out upside down.

"ah……"

The Hidden Sword Plain was in chaos. Hundreds of thousands of people were knocked away by the shock wave.

Everyone thought they were dead, and they burst into hysterical screams.

After about a few minutes, the earth finally returned to calm. When people woke up, they discovered that there were no substantial injuries on their bodies, and no one had died as a result, but on the ground of the Hidden Sword Plain

, but a large number of people fell down, and everyone was confused.

"Just...what happened?"

"It's so scary. How could the Sword Picking Tower erupt with such a strong wave of divine power? I thought I was dead? Fortunately, nothing happened."

"Where is the shadow wall? Why is the shadow wall missing? Where is Feng Jueyu? Where is the Zhengyang Sword? Who won?"

"..."

Outside the Sword Picking Tower, which was in chaos, Bao Yunlu helped Xuanyuan Pheasant up unsteadily, and Li Guiyuan grabbed Ban Cong, leaving the four of them disgraced.

However, they were the ones closest to the Sword Picking Tower, so they naturally saw what had just happened.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's all okay."

"It's too scary. It's okay. I didn't expect Feng Xiaoyou's sword intent to be so powerful. He could actually fight to such an extent against Zhengyang's sword intent."

Li Guiyuan said: "The collision of two swords just now produced a strong fluctuation of divine power, and this fluctuation of divine power was not even able to be blocked by the Sword Picking Tower, causing it to briefly break the space barrier of the Sword Picking Tower.

, rushed out from inside."

Bao Yunlu nodded with lingering fear: "Yes, this shows that the competition between Feng Xiaoyou and Zhengyang Kendo is far beyond our imagination. Fortunately, the sword-picking tower is strong enough to block most of the fluctuations in divine power.

Otherwise, at least 70% of us will die."

Ban Cong couldn't close his mouth: "How can Mr. Feng's cultivation be so powerful? It's incredible."

Xuanyuan Pheasant's delicate little face was covered with dust. She looked up at the fourteenth floor. There was no light reflected there, and even she didn't know what was going on inside.

Sword Picking Tower, fourteenth floor...

Feng Jueyu knelt on the ground with one knee. There were at least more than 3,000 sword wounds all over his body. His clothes had been torn to pieces by the sword energy, revealing his strong muscles. There were sword wounds and sores all over his body, and there were also a few on his face.

Ten small openings are densely packed and criss-crossed.

Beside him, the golden jade turtle turned into more than a dozen pieces, and its spiritual energy was dimmed to the point where there was not much left.

In addition, the ten Yuan stones tucked in his belt all turned into gray stones without any light at all.

As for the sacred sword that made Feng Jueyu proud of the world, its two blades also had many cracks and were about to be scrapped.

One sword determines victory!

Feng Jueyu's thoughts were beautiful, but the reality was very cruel.

He used all his strength to use the eighth-grade lotus sword, which included true divine power, holy weapons and other external methods. All the divine power was concentrated in one body and burst out. In the end, he still failed to defeat Zhengyang Kendo.

High in the sky, a golden sun shines brightly, and the Zhengyang Sword hangs in front of the golden sun. The divine language patterns on the sword are mottled and sparkling, as if it is accumulating the next round of sword intent.

"It's over, I lost..." Feng Jueyu was disheartened and lowered his head dejectedly, but he had already prepared a scoundrel back-up plan: "Since you can't beat me, you can't die either. The way of heaven..."

Before the word "zhu" could be shouted out, suddenly, a figure rushed from upstairs. In an instant, the golden sun lost color and the giant sword dimmed.

"Feng... Feng Jueyu, why is it you?" The figure arrived and looked at Feng Jueyu with a look of astonishment in his eyes.

When Feng Jueyu raised his head, what he saw was the upright face of Xuanyuan Zhengyang, and the sigh of relief in his heart instantly dissipated.

"Senior Xuanyuan, it's really difficult to see you." Feng Jueyu sat slumped on the ground, breathing heavily.

Xuanyuan Zhengyang looked at him in astonishment, speechless for a moment, and then looked at the familiar Zhengyang Sword in the sky, with a look of horror in Xuanyuan Zhengyang's eyes.

"What was the name of the sword you and Zhengyang fought just now?"

"Nine Lotus Sword Flower, it's a pity that I haven't learned it yet. I haven't understood the strongest Liansheng Ninth Grade Sword yet." Feng Jueyu raised his head and glanced at Xuanyuan Zhengyang.

The latter looked at him with doubtful eyes and said: "You have a supreme cultivation level, but you are able to hold a sword with Zhengyang Kendo. Feng Xiaoyou, your cultivation level makes me impressed."

After meeting Xuanyuan Zhengyang, Feng Jueyu's merits were considered to be complete. While recovering, he said: "Senior, you are ridiculous. Can we talk about these words later? I have something important to ask for your help."

Xuanyuan Zhengyang has been in seclusion for a hundred years, and he doesn't know what is happening outside, let alone the Hongtu Star far away in the corner of the Tianhe Star Realm.

"You didn't take the risk to break into the tower just to see me, right?" Xuanyuan Zhengyang expressed confusion.

"Senior, it's like this..."

After finally seeing Xuanyuan Zhengyang, Feng Jueyu dared to waste time and swallowed a recovery elixir. Before the elixir could take effect, he opened his mouth to explain.

About a quarter of an hour later, Feng Jueyu finally finished what he wanted to say to Xuanyuan Zhengyang, and after the latter listened, he also frowned and began to think deeply.

"I didn't expect such a big thing to happen to the cultivation planet where you are, okay, let's do it this way..."

Xuanyuan Zhengyang happily took out a small beauty from his arms and handed it to Feng Jueyu's hand, saying: "I haven't understood Wuding Sword Dao, so I can't get out of the seclusion, but you don't have to worry, this is resistance.

The token sent to members by the Demon Alliance contains a trace of my consciousness. I will send you out later. You go find Pheasant and ask him to take you to the Mountain of No Return in Beiyan Star to find a man named Hongguo.

Dao Zun, he will help you contact the Anti-Demon Alliance."

Hearing this, Feng Jueyu was overjoyed. Regardless of his fatigue and injuries, he stood up and said, "Thank you, Senior Xuanyuan, for your help. On behalf of the millions of Hongtu Star comrades, I would like to express my gratitude to you, Senior, for your great kindness."

"No need to be polite, how is your injury? Do you want to recover before leaving?"

"No, it's a serious matter, I can live with it. Senior, junior, take your leave."

"I'll take you out..." Xuanyuan Zhengyang looked at Feng Jueyu, his heart full of shock. He waved his sleeves and a strong wind blew up. When Feng Jueyu woke up, he was already standing at the gate of the Sword Picking Tower.

Ahead.

After a while, Feng Jueyu left the Sword Picking Tower.

On the top of the tower, Xuanyuan Zhengyang watched Feng Jueyu leave, looked back at the Zhengyang sword hanging in the sky, and murmured: "Zhengyang, I didn't expect you to have such a miserable day, if he hadn't exhausted his divine power.

, as long as you use one more sword, you will definitely be defeated..."

The Zhengyang Sword made a buzzing sound...

Xuanyuan Zhengyang smiled: "Aren't you convinced? Although your power is endless, after all, it still takes a cup of tea to accumulate sword power, but he is still alive."

Zhengyang Sword was silent, seeming to be considering Xuanyuan Zhengyang's words.

…

Outside the Sword Picking Tower, hundreds of thousands of people were chattering non-stop. Many people gathered around Xuanyuan Pheasant, wanting her to recreate the screen wall. The noisy Xuanyuan Pheasant's head was bigger than its two heads.

"I said, if the screen wall collapses, I can't do anything about it. What's the use of you guys surrounding me?"

"Xuanyuan Pheasant, at the critical moment, I can't see anything. Isn't this going to kill someone?"

"Yeah, at least you have to tell me whether Feng Jueyu wins or loses?"

"I don't know, there's no point in asking me."

"Miss Xuanyuan, girl..."

A large group of people were making noisy noises around Xuanyuan Pheasant, and they wanted to break the sky with their noisy questioning.

At this moment, the door of the Sword Picking Tower suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and then Feng Jueyu stumbled out of it covered in blood.

"Feng Jueyu? He is still alive?"

There were exclamations one after another, and then the Hidden Sword Plain fell into unprecedented silence.

Feng Jueyu is still alive, which means that he has defeated Zhengyang Kendo, otherwise he would never have come out. That figure is the best proof.

But the power of Zhengyang swordsmanship is boundless. How did Feng Jueyu survive the sword attack just now in the tower?

Isn’t it incredible?

Everyone was stunned when they saw Feng Jueyu. Even Xuanyuan Pheasant, Ban Cong, Bao Yunlu, and Li Guiyuan couldn't believe their eyes, until Feng Jueyu saw Xuanyuan Pheasant.

"Miss Xuanyuan..." Feng Jueyu shouted, staggered and fell directly to the ground.

On the last sword, he devoted all his life's learning and all his cultivation, but in the end, he could not defeat Zhengyang Kendo as he wished.

Fortunately, the shock of the sword alerted Xuanyuan Zhengyang who was on the fifteenth floor of the tower, and the latter arrived in time to save his life.

However, after that sword blow, Feng Jueyu really had no strength to fight anymore, and even walking was a problem.

"Mr. Feng." After a brief moment of shock, Ban Cong finally came to his senses and ran over like a gust of wind and helped Feng Jueyu up.

"Sir, how are you? Are you okay?" Ban Cong asked.

Feng Jueyu raised his head and showed an ugly smile: "Damn it, this one is really bad, I almost came back with my life."
Chapter completed!