"Brave!" Shi Buyi said in his heart.

Zhong Yue's eyes flashed, and he brought the battle between Feng Wuji and the Powerful Blood God into his eyes. He was also wondering in his heart how Feng Wuji's cultivation strength had improved so quickly at once, it was simply impossible to do anything!

Zhong Yue's own cultivation strength has improved so quickly, but compared with Feng Wuji, he is probably still a little slower. Feng Wuji is now just a demigod, even stronger!

His magic power is no less than that of God, and he is even more powerful than God, and he is squandering his unbridled squanderingly, almost endless.

Zhong Yue could see that although Feng Wuji's cultivation strength had greatly increased, it was precisely because his cultivation had improved too quickly that he pushed him to the level of a demigod that he could not fully control his own power.

His power is too strong and his realm is too fast. For others, Feng Wuji is extremely terrifying at this time, but for someone like Zhong Yue who can kill the forty-nine levels of thunder seeds, there are flaws everywhere.

Zhong Yue also faced this situation, that is, when he got forty-nine Taoist flowers.

A Taoist flower has ten years of cultivation, and forty-nine Taoist flowers have 490 years of cultivation. If he has achieved all of these forty-nine years of cultivation, he is afraid that his magic power will definitely be stronger than Feng Wuji, but it will be even more weak.

He gave up and chose to use four hundred and ninety years of cultivation to make himself an innate spiritual body.

Feng Wuji is now like he suddenly became a fat man, but his muscles are weak and unable to exert his strength, and he is no longer so sensitive.

So Zhong Yue said that he was vulnerable, but he was not bragging.

Now Feng Wuji is no longer on the same level as him. Feng Wuji pursues simple power and boundless magic power, but instead ignores the essence of power.

What really made Zhong Yue afraid of was Feng Wuji's strange words.

As soon as that language is spoken, it turns into a terrifying magical power, which is Feng Wuji's most powerful reliance!

The sound turns into magical powers, but it is also common for Qi Refiners. For example, Shaohao Bell and Star Toad Roar are all musical powers. And Jun Sixie even takes the piano as his natal soul soldier, and the piano sound is a killing weapon.

But just speaking, you can turn into terrible magical powers, with extraordinary powers. Moreover, different pronunciations and magical powers are also different. Zhong Yue has never encountered such a thing.

"What kind of martial arts is it? This language seems to be not a divine word for communication, but a Tao, which turns the Tao into language."

Zhong Yue frowned. After the rule of the Emperors of Heaven in the Fire Chronicle and the Earth Chronicle era, the universe was unified, and the languages ​​of all races had long been unified. They were all divine words, which were determined by the Shuhuang era. If all races spoke their own words, it would be unfavorable to rule.

Although the gods and demons had their own languages, the divine language set by Emperor Shui was the common language of each race. By the time of the Diji, Fuxi did not overthrow this language.

The language used by Feng Wuji is not like any kind of magical words, but is even more ancient and mysterious.

"Boy Yue, this is a unique technique called "Sutra" and "Sutra" and the language used by Feng Wuji is an ancient divine language."

Tinghuo suddenly spoke, his tone was a little solemn, and he whispered: "This kind of divine language is only circulated among the innate gods and demons. The language of the innate gods and demons is different from ours. They are unique creatures born and raised by the earth, and are the most close to the Tao. Therefore, they can create this language. This little guy must have obtained the inheritance of a certain innate god!"

"Innate God?"

Zhong Yue's eyes lit up, and he suddenly developed endless fighting spirit in his heart. He licked his lips: "The inheritance of the innate god must be extremely powerful. The Demon Saint only obtained a trace of inheritance from Maru and realized the unique skills of the Heavenly Saint Divine Skills, which benefited me a lot. Feng Wuji's inheritance of the innate god must be more complete, and a unique skills that are stronger than the Heavenly Saint Divine Skills! He can collide with such unique skills..."

"Big Lion. It's better to hit the day than choose a day. You kill the powerful blood god, and I kill Feng Wuji!"

When Shi Buyi heard this, his heart was thrilled and he hurriedly said, "Master Zhong, I think we'd better wait for them to suffer both defeats..."

Suddenly, Zhong Yue's mental power surged out and controlled the Kun tribe giant lying on his soul. Shi Buyi was in a daze and couldn't help but rush towards the powerful blood god who was fighting fiercely, and secretly complained in his heart.

Zhong Yue stood on his back, running at lightning, and his momentum became stronger and stronger.

At this time, although the Wei Blood God and Feng Wuji fought fiercely, they both sensed two powerful auras from afar, which were very powerful, probably at the demigod level.

But the two were fighting in full swing, and no one could stand guard.

The master Buyi's four hooves rushing, his speed getting faster and faster. Now he can't resist, so he simply rushes forward with his heart and says, "I'm only half a step away from cultivating to pure Yang of the Yuanshen, and without the disadvantages of the martial arts, even if he is not the opponent of the Powerful Blood God, he can't kill me! If Feng Wuji kills Zhong Yue, it will be a great opportunity for me to be liberated!"

Now he has reached the peak of the old sword god, and is stronger than the old sword god. He is still very young, and his body and soul are at the peak of the level, with endless qi and blood.

He came in a fierce momentum, his aura was completely blooming, and the manes on his nine heads suddenly rose, and they were like swords. From a distance, the Wei Blood God and Feng Wuji were restless.

The big lion is worthy of being a person who has been practicing for a hundred years to the extreme realm of God-Transportation. At this moment, it can already threaten the gods and demons!

Suddenly, the sea of ​​blood was surging, and countless blood dragons gushed out of the sea, spreading their teeth and claws toward Shibuyi, but Shibuyi ignored it and rushed forward. Nine big heads opened their mouths and roared, and blood dragons were shaken to pieces, while his speed did not decrease at all.

"Stay! Stay! Stay! Stay!"

Feng Wuji's central head suddenly turned around and he vomited five "心" characters in a row. Suddenly, the space was confined, and one after another came from all directions to fix the big lion so that the demigod would not rush to them.

Shi Buyi's body stiffened and then he roared continuously. The strength of his muscles in his body bloomed. He was actually knocked out of the fifth level of imprisonment by him in succession, less than a hundred miles away from them!

"roar"

The nine-headed lion roared, and the man stood up in the running wildly, turning into nine-headed and eight-armed gods, covered with thick hair, holding eight-mouthed soldiers in his hands. The big lion was majestic, crossing a hundred miles in a few steps, and the eight-pointed soldiers in his hands rose, sword lights and sword shadows, and the eight-pointed killing formations were sacrificed, rolling towards the powerful blood god. It was boundless!

"It's not easy for the teacher!"

Feng Wuji was shocked and then was overjoyed again. Shi Buyi actually attacked the Wei Blood God. He could not fight for a long time. Instead, he was caught by Wei Blood God. Faced with the storm and storm of this ghost god, he could only rely on words and methods to maintain his undefeated. If Shi Buyi is the master, it would be much easier!

"No. I just felt the aura of the two powerful men!"

Feng Wuji's eyes moved and suddenly landed on Shi Buyi's shoulder. A human boy stood on Shi Buyi's shoulder, rising and falling with the huge lion as he was as big as a mountain.

"Zhong Shan clan Zhong Yue! It turns out it was him!"

Feng Wuji was shocked: "Why is his aura so powerful? He is not inferior to his master! But even if his cultivation strength is amazing, he is far from my opponent. I have already put him far apart, and I can't catch up with me again!"

The master did not change his shoulders, and Zhong Yue slowly raised his palms, facing Feng Wuji with his five fingers and palms.

Feng Wuji smiled: "Good disciple, I once said that I can be faster than you and Viagra. Do you want to try it now? All the unique skills of the Sword Sect have been learned by me. What are you going to use to deal with me? Are you the Great Free Sword Qi?"

Zhong Yue also smiled, and suddenly there was boundless sun rays in his palm, and suddenly turned into a big bell in his palm.

Shaohao Bell!

The earth-shaking loud noise broke out, shaking the sea of ​​blood. Feng Wuji felt like he was being beaten up by the bell, and flew high up and fell backwards!

"Seal! Seal! Seal!"

His three heads burst into tears at the same time. A heavy ban appeared, trapping the big clock. At this time, Zhong Yue suddenly rose up and raised his hands above his head and held it heavily. The Yuan Magnetic Sword appeared, and the sword light fell down!

Before the knife fell, the sea of ​​blood was the first to crack, and the energy of the knife spread flat, and the blood waves on both sides were like a barrier. It was astonishingly steep!

Feng Wuji's face changed drastically, and he shouted repeatedly: "Shield! Shield! Shield! Shield!"

Large shields on one side were like divine weapons filled with divine patterns, as if they were about to turn into substance, blocking the light of the sword.

Zhong Yue slashed down with a knife, and the large shields were cut open, and his power finally declined. At this time, he suddenly stopped and punched the three blockades with his backhand. He reached out and grabbed it. The light of the Sun God Sword burst out, and another knife was cut. The five-sided shields immediately cracked!

"Formation..."

Feng Wuji used the word "Such" method. As soon as the formation was formed, the Sun God Sword had already slashed into the formation, swept across all the formation patterns, and cut the formation open.

"Formation! Formation! Formation!"

Another large array was formed, trapping the Sun God Sword. Zhong Yue let go, grabbed the Yuanmagnetic God Sword and slashed it down, shattering the three major arrays, and his body had already arrived in front of Feng Wuji.

The sword light was like light, like light, sometimes big and sometimes small, flying up and down around Feng Wuji. Feng Wuji kept retreating, and three heads spit out magic words, and various magical powers burst out to block the sword light. Just as they were about to trap the magic sword Zhong Yue immediately let go and hold another magic sword, and he was not far away from him.

"Didn't you say you're going to be fast?"

Zhong Yue suddenly had another head growing on his neck, two arms growing under his armpits, one forward and one reverse, and turned wildly, and the long sword swept through the storm.

"Then let's see who is faster!"

Strips of sword lights fell, and even the space was cut, revealing flashes of cracks!

"Is it your words as fast as possible, or is my knife faster!"

His swordsmanship was getting faster and faster, and later he could only see lights. Feng Wuji was in a hurry and kept retreating. He had a domineering and powerful magic power that could not be used. His three heads and three-mouth magic words could only be used to resist Zhong Yue's two divine swords, and there was no chance to counterattack.

Even Zhong Yue's sword was almost over his words, making his palms unable to use their magical powers to resist the sword light, and his hands were suddenly covered in blood.

"I can do it faster! Can you?"

Zhong Yue shouted loudly, and suddenly four arms emerged under his armpits, and the Yin and Yang hands of the gods and demons burst out, and Tai Chi patterns flashed by, falling on Feng Wuji one after another.

Feng Wuji hit hundreds of yin and yang scattered hands in his chest, and couldn't help vomiting blood. Then he saw palms printed on his three heads, hitting him inch by inch.

Zhong Yue fell down the last few palms together, and only three pops were heard. All three of his heads were slapped into Zhong Yue's stomach, bulging his chest high! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!