"you!"

Feng Wuyou's eyes were red, and he didn't slap people in the face, and he didn't reveal his shortcomings. The Saint Bi Yao seemed to be trying to persuade Feng Wuyou to fight, but he was poking Feng Wuyou's heart's nest. Finally, he said that Feng Wuyou is the most important thing, not to mention Feng Wuyou, even ordinary people can't stand it.

Ye Qiu was also stunned when he heard this. This green tea bitch is too arrogant, I can't stand it anymore!

Then Ye Qiu said directly: "The flowers fade and the green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water will surround you."

Ye Qiu directly used voice change techniques to make his voice extremely old. Under more than a thousand speakers, he formed surround sound, which seemed to be far and near, leisurely and broad.

Everyone was stunned when they heard Ye Qiu's words and exclaimed: "Who is this? Who is chanting the lyrics?"

"Why is this voice so old? Isn't this Wanlong Cemetery restricting people over thirty years old to come in?"

"Is this a hell?"

Everyone became alert, and Jun Wuxie snorted coldly, "Pretending to be a ghost!"

Immediately afterwards, the thunder magic exploded instantly, shooting down a dragon zombie violently. The sound did not continue to appear, and Jun Wuxie's face showed a look of disdain.

But Feng Wuyou seemed to have not heard anything and still attacked Huanglong Mountain.

The huge voice continued to sound, and Jun Wuxie's face became ugly.

"The willows blow on the branches are less likely to blow, and there is no fragrant grass everywhere."

Zhou Mengxuan was surprised in her eyes and said, "There is no fragrant grass everywhere in the world, good lyrics, good lyrics! This person is very literary, and this sentence can be called a tradition of the world!"

Then Zhou Mengxuan's eyes suddenly became strange and said meaningfully: "I'm afraid this person is probably a person who is hurt."

After hearing Zhou Mengxuan say this, many disciples of the sect nodded in agreement. Those who can cultivate immortals have studied, otherwise they would not even understand the Taoist scriptures to practice a ball.

"It's indeed a good word, but who is the person who pronounces the word?"

"If you are a monk, you should leave your name in the Poetry Saint Pavilion!"

When this poem came suddenly, it was also very alert when everyone was sighing.

"Wait, I remember that there was a legend among the folk that the Dragon Prince likes to play in the world, and refers to the imperial examinations, and is famous for his many talents. Is this the dragon soul of the dragon clan?"

A disciple of a sect suddenly exclaimed.

When everyone heard what the disciples of this sect said, they all widened their eyes. If the dragon soul chanted a poem, it would mean... the fate of immortality has arrived!

"Okay, okay! The Dragon Zombie crowd is indeed destined to be immortal!"

"I finally found a fight! It seems that there is more than one immortal fate in this dragon zombie group!"

Everyone was ecstatic, and the several saints became serious and warned each other because they were their biggest competitors.

Feng Wuyou frowned slightly. For some reason, when he heard this poem, the sword intent that had been silent in his body for a long time actually showed signs of eagerness.

After hearing Zhou Mengxuan's words, Feng Wuyou couldn't help but missed a beat in his heart, hurting him!

Feng Wuyou's eyes gradually became brighter, and the long sword in his hand began to buzz, and the sword energy had begun to brew.

"The swing is on the wall and the road outside the wall, the pedestrians outside the wall, the beautiful woman in the wall laughs, and the laughter gradually fades away!"

The more I listened to this poem, Feng Wuyou felt the mystery was endless, and a bitter feeling arose in his heart, and gradually the mist began to spread in his eyes, as if he was about to cry.

Huanglong Mountain was also investigating when Xianyuan would arrive at this time, but when Feng Wuyou was about to attack him, he was furious and shouted: "Feng Wuyou! You are almost done! Xianyuan is in front of me, I don't have time to care about you, don't force me to kill you!"

At this time, Feng Wuyou gradually raised his long sword to Huanglongshan.

Huang Longshan slammed his fist hard and roared: "This is what you forced me, I will kill you today!"

Then Huanglongshan's aura suddenly burst out, and a magnificent and domineering fist spirit was filled with wind. The fist was as heavy as a mountain, and it rushed towards Feng Wuyou.

Everyone was gasping for air conditioning.

"This! How is this possible? This is the true meaning of boxing!"

"Huanglongshan actually comprehended the intention of the boxing! This is so terrible! The master of the boxing Taoism is an existence that can fight with the swordsman!"

"The ones who just now were not all his strength. Wait, does he really want to kill the Wind Saint to death?"

Everyone was shocked. Huanglong Mountain was so powerful that it was so powerful. When other saints who had been paying attention to "Immortality", they looked at Huanglong Mountain with fear.

This Huanglong Mountain actually hides such a large killing weapon. This seemingly reckless person has such a deep cunning. He really underestimates him.

And he is indeed cruel and ruthless. This guy dares to take such a heavy blow to Feng Wuyou. This is clearly to kill Feng Wuyou!

"Heartless but irritable."

The lyrics ended, Feng Wuyou's whole body shook, and tears burst out instantly.

Everyone felt sorry for the pride of a generation of heaven, the saint of Taiyi Holy Land, was about to die here.

"This Holy Maiden Wind was actually scared to tears?"

"Who can't be afraid of death? The saint is also a human being!"

Some people who usually don’t like Feng Wuyou’s style are contemptuous and said: “I usually act arrogantly, but I am still scared to tears!”

"If I had known this, why would I have been there in the beginning!"

Zhou Mengxuan's face also changed drastically, and she shouted: "Huanglongshan, you are crazy! Stop quickly!"

When Jun Wuxie saw Feng Wuyou's pear blossoms with rain, he also moved his heart and said, "Huanglong Mountain! Stop!" while pinching the thunder method in his hand to rescue.

But Huang Longshan sneered and said, "It's too late to cry. This Emperor Dao Dragon Fist is moving forward without going back. I just want to let go..."

But before they finished speaking, everyone felt an extremely sharp aura burst out from Feng Wuyou's body instantly. Even the dragon zombie around them was dispersed. Looking at Feng Wuyou, it seemed like they were looking at a sharp sword that was unsheathed.

Feng Wuyou's eyes seemed to be filled with endless bitterness and pain, and he almost fainted after crying. The scene suddenly seemed extremely strange. Even so, Feng Wuyou raised his sword like a difficult situation and threw it out lightly.

But at this moment, everyone's hair seemed to be standing up, and Zhou Mengxuan said in horror: "Sword Intent! This is the lovely sword intent!"

boom!

The whole audience was in an uproar!

Countless people looked at Feng Wuyou in horror, their eyes full of incredibleness. Sword intent, Feng Wuyou actually understood the sword intent at the fortress. Didn’t she lose the Immortal Sword Art?

Huanglongshan's face also changed drastically. Feng Wuyou's sword tip pointed at him, which made him feel frightened and screamed that he was not good enough, so he turned around and wanted to avoid it.

However, the glazed sword light emitted from Zifeng Wuyou's hand was faster than the lightning, and it directly penetrated Huanglong Mountain's punch, causing it to disappear invisible, and then it hit Huanglong Mountain.
Chapter completed!