Feng Jianhou's wind-erosion sword technique contains the artistic conception of the passing of time in a vast storm. The blood-armored giant born from Xu Yang's blood-drinking sword, the armor leaves on his body quickly became mottled and faded like weathered rocks.

The sword energy storm of the Wind Erosion Sword passed, and the blood-armored giant instantly turned into a pile of ruins.

"Feng Jianhou is so awesome!"

"It seems that the little killer god is just a reputation. His record of killing the eight Xuanjuns in a row is probably full of moisture."

The heroes watching the Kowloon Association were talking about it.

Xu Yang shook his head and laughed, and said to Feng Jianhou: "Your Excellency is indeed good. I thought I could hide my trump card, but it seems that it is not possible."

Feng Jianhou Xin Jianming was slightly angry and only said two words coldly: "Arrogant!"

The heroes of the Kowloon Association burst into laughter.

"What a little killer, he's really a stubborn duck."

"That's right, want to defeat Feng Jianhou? He thought he was, Feng Jianhou was a strong man with a surname on the list of Junhou! It's different from those Donglai Xuanjun."

Xu Yang turned a deaf ear to everyone's sneer, and a layer of ethereal blue color suddenly covered his body!

"The true body of the wind!"

Facing the Fengji sword energy that the Fengjianhou Xin Jianming slashed over, Xu Yang did not dodge, and the sword energy passed through his illusory body without any obstacle.

The next moment, Xu Yang's figure was floating and he had already appeared three feet away.

"What kind of body technique is this? Is it an illusion demon body technique? No, even the illusion demon body technique cannot escape the spiritual sensing of my Zhiji realm! My sword energy just now did hit Xu Yang's true body!"

Feng Jian Hou Meifeng frowned tightly, and he was a little confused.

"Wind Sword Marquis, come and try my newly developed methods." Xu Yang's body was bright and bright, setting him off like a banished immortal floating in the world. The sword edge of the blood-drinking sword burst out countless green lights, like a gentle wind, wrapping the wind sword Marquis inside.

"I am Feng, how can Fengji sword energy hurt me?" Xu Yang smiled slightly, and his five fingers suddenly clamped together, "Around the fingers and soft sword!"

The breeze that wraps Feng Jianhou is extremely gentle, like the caress of a lover.

A trace of horror flashed in Feng Jianhou's eyes. His body burst out and suddenly wounds of hundreds of inches long appeared all over his body, and blood spurted out, and his whole body turned into a bloody man.

It was because Feng Jianhou Zhiji was quick and he escaped his life. If he had reacted half a bit slowly, he would have been dismembered by this gentle "Finger-Breaking Soft Sword".

"I admire Xin Jianming's skills are not as good as others. I'm willing to give him a chance." Feng Jianhou bowed his hand, and he controlled his blood and soon the wound stopped bleeding and quickly scabbed.

Xin Jianming suffered not seriously and now he retains combat power, but he obviously does not intend to take action. He is not under the jurisdiction of the Immortal Gate Dojo, and the victim Tianyi Dojo has little to do with the Taichu Dojo where he belongs. Instead of going up and fighting desperately, it is better to sit and watch success or failure.

Qian Taiyuan's face was solemn, and everyone's eyes looked at him. Although Xuanjun's presence was many, the top ones were undoubtedly him and Feng Jianhou. Now that Feng Jianhou is not in the match, the other people's hopes naturally fall on Qian Taiyuan. After all, the latter is the master of the Immortal Sect Dojo and his strength is unfathomable.

Taking a deep breath, Qian Taiyuan shouted, "Put it together! He is covered in iron, how many nails can he make?"

"Cow, coward." Commander Chili said disdainfully. Not only Chili and other four commanders, but also some powerful people from the Kowloon Society, had some opinions.

Gan Taiyuan only knows how to yell "Give me" instead of "Follow me", which invisibly leaves people with the impression that they are as timid as a mouse and fear of being injured. However, the Lord of the Immortal Sect Dojo understood deeply. He is a flag in the Immortal Sect Dojo and would never allow any mistakes. He rashly fought with a junior like the little killing god Xu Yang, even if he defeated his opponent, he would not have any glory. If he was defeated by his opponent, it would really achieve the opponent's supreme honor, and the entire Haiyun Shangguo would be shocked.

"Multi-player tactics...I like this the most," Xu Yang laughed, and the Blood Drinking Sword suddenly waved, rippling out an endless blood-colored halo, "Let's give you an appetizer first."

Blood was shining everywhere, and every light shot out, eventually turning into a blood soul.

This is the blood soul recovery skill provided by the Blood Drinking Sword. I saw more than ten Xuanjun strong blood souls leading hundreds of Xuanzong blood souls, roaring forward.

A series of mysterious lights collided with blood-colored rainbows. Even though the blood soul was not as strong as the real Xuan Cultivator, they were more afraid of death and often pounced on them to exchange their lives for the enemy's injuries. A blood soul was shattered and would fly back to the blood-drinking sword. Without ten breaths, they were also a lively hero. And the Xuan Cultivator was injured, which would be in trouble.

Although Xuan people in the Xuanjun stage were injured, they could control their flesh and bones to transport the Zhoutian and quickly recover after being injured, but this was in a fierce battle, and there were few opportunities for this kind of retreat and breathing and restoration. And those Xuan people in the Xuanzong stage were even more unlucky. After they were injured, they could not heal themselves and could only rely on elixirs to supplement.

Soon a master of Xuanzong was thrown to the ground by three blood souls and bit his throat open. A new soul flew towards the Blood Drinking Sword in a swaying manner. After just a few breaths, the blood soul of Xuanzong flew out again and issued a desperate attack on the heroes of the Jiulong Society.

"What an evil sword, is this the legendary blood-drinking sword in the Jiang family in Beiyu City? Isn't it that no one can control it? Why can Xu Yang use the killing move of the blood-drinking sword?" Feng Jianhou showed his shock.

Gan Taiyuan thought for a moment and said, "I remember Mr. Gao Xiaosong of Taichu Taoist Temple had a grudge with Xu Yang, and disclosed the secret of Xu Yang killing Mr. Jiang Jingwei of Beiyu City and taking away treasures such as Blood Drinking Sword. The Jiang family in Beiyu City hated Xu Yang to the core, but because there was no physical evidence, he was concerned about Master Xu Yang's name and did not dare to act rashly. Now, as soon as the Blood Drinking Sword comes out, there is physical evidence. Even the evil king can't hide from Xu Yang, the murderer."

"Not good!" Feng Jianhou suddenly exclaimed.

Xu Yang, who was besieging, suddenly turned into a breeze and disappeared from the spot! When he appeared again, the red sword edge of the Blood Drinking Sword had already pierced the throat of a Xuanjun master, detained the man's residual soul and integrated it into the Blood Drinking Sword to transform.

"Even the realm of Master Xuanjun's knowledge, can't predict Xu Yang's strange body skills?" Gan Taiyuan was shocked. He finally put down his concerns and said in a deep voice, "Feng Jianhou, it seems that you and I must join forces. Xu Yang is the common enemy of our Jiulong Society, so we must not let it go." (To be continued...)

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