Seeing Feng Boyong blocking him, Liu Yansong had to be serious. He felt a little regretful, knowing that the killing formation he set up had lost its effect. In the battle with the formation of the Nine Palace Sword Sect, although the killing formation destroyed the Nine Palace Sect and killed all the disciples of the Jiangong Sword Sect, after all, Liu Yansong did not continue to urge him afterwards, and even Fang Changgeng was not killed in the end.

"Okay, since you want to die soon, I will fulfill your wish." Liu Yansong also understood in his heart that if he didn't kill Feng Boyong, he would definitely not be able to get out and kill Fang Changgeng. After all, Feng Boyong had already developed ambition to die and was no longer so easy to deal with.

At the edge of the square, Fang Changgeng looked back at the center in a complicated way, then bit his teeth and turned around without hesitation. He knew that he could not help anymore, even if he went through, he was just seeking death.

In order to bring the senior brother of the sect to Kunlun, and to save the seeds of the Nine Palace Sword Sect, Fang Changgeng would naturally not be stupid at this time. He tried hard to increase his magic power and quickly disappeared into Liu Yansong's eyes.

Seeing Fang Changgeng go far, Feng Boyong finally smiled with relief. He slowly stroked the sword in his hand and shouted in a low voice: "Take it off."

Liu Yansong frowned slightly. He knew that Fang Changgeng's departure would definitely bring him many unnecessary troubles in the future. Especially, once Feng Pengliang knows his identity, the old antiques from Kunlun or the Nine Palace Sword Sect will probably launch endless revenge.

For cultivators, killing someone is too simple, but many of their relatives and friends are powerless to tie a chicken around them.

Suddenly, a strong murderous intent ejaculated in Liu Yansong's eyes. He knew that he had to deal with Feng Boyong as soon as possible, otherwise once Fang Changgeng really escaped, there would definitely be endless troubles.

Without any hesitation, Liu Yansong rushed towards Feng Boyong with his sword. At this moment, he had no reservations anymore. The Fenglei Sword urged to the extreme and instantly enveloped Feng Boyong. Endless sword light swept across it, with a faint sound of thunder roaring on it.

Feng Boyong was naturally unwilling to accept it. He jumped up quickly and activated the sword, but he used a set of Nine Palace Sword tricks to fight fiercely with Liu Yansong.

There were endless sounds of ding dangling. The two of them fought life and death in the middle of the square, both trying to kill each other and tear them apart in one fell swoop.

Although Feng Boyong, who knew about this, was injured, the realm he inspired had not yet retreated, so he would have wanted to kill him for a while, which was obviously a little difficult. However, Fang Changgeng had already left, which was what Liu Yansong was most worried about. He knew that he didn't have much time at all, so he didn't want to get too entangled with Feng Boyong at all.

However, Feng Boyong had a very opposite idea in his heart. He knew that Liu Yansong's magic power was purer than his. If he wanted to defeat or kill the other party, it was simply a delusion and a goal that was completely impossible to achieve.

Although he felt very sad, Feng Boyong already understood that Liu Yansong would never be willing to kill him. The most urgent thing was that the only thing he could do was to hold the other party as much as possible and let Fang Changgeng escape further.

In the future, he could only rely on the seniors of the sect or Peng Liang to avenge his grudges. Now he just wants to make his death worth it. In order to hold Liu Yansong firmly, Feng Boyong was completely desperate. He had no intention of choosing to avoid Liu Yansong's strong attack. He was just to resist, so that Liu Yansong had no chance to make a move.

Faced with such a situation, Liu Yansong's depression was imaginable. He understood that Feng Boyong had already figured it out, so if he wanted to actually kill the opponent, he would probably have to at least thousands of moves. In the end, he would have to pay a huge price.

However, Liu Yansong naturally did not want to happen. He killed Feng Boyong in the shortest time. Then he went to chase Fang Changgeng, and no chance could be delayed.

Feeling the urgency of time, Liu Yansong was quick to think of a solution while attacking. However, for a moment, he could not think of any good solution. To put it bluntly, although his combat experience is relatively rich, it is basically just about ordinary warriors. After all, Liu Yansong's combat experience in cultivation cannot be compared with Feng Boyong at all, so although Feng Boyong is obviously not his opponent, the opponent can always find the best way to respond in fierce battles.

"It seems that the only way is to break Feng Boyong's cognition and experience." Liu Yansong quickly understood this situation. He thought for a moment, but immediately came up with a good idea.

Without a trace of hesitation, Liu Yansong made several consecutive moves, and then took advantage of Feng Boyong's opportunity to respond, his figure quickly retreated.

"If you want to leave, kill me first." Feng Boyong thought that Liu Yansong was about to change his mind and wanted to snipe Fang Changgen first. He placed all his hope on Fang Changgen. Feng Boyong naturally did not want to see Liu Yansong have the chance to kill Fang Changgen. Without any hesitation, Feng Boyong followed him like a shadow, and the sword in his hand shot out dozens of sword lights and rushed over.

However, Liu Yansong would not leave first. How could he easily leave Jiugong Mountain without killing Feng Boyong? Although Fang Changgeng had indeed escaped, he was seriously injured after all. Liu Yansong believed that as long as he killed Feng Boyong first, there would definitely be a great chance to find Fang Changgeng.

Of course, the most important thing is not to delay here for too long. Feng Boyong is indeed a strong enemy. If he was asked to hold him back for a few days, the situation would definitely be very bad.

So Liu Yansong made up his mind, but immediately took out the Wuqi Pen from the ring. This was nothing to do. Unfortunately, Cang Yan had fallen into a deep sleep, otherwise he could urge Cang Yan to fight, and Feng Boyong would probably not be able to support him in one move.

He waved the sword with one hand and continued to attack, but his left hand grabbed Wushi's pen and quickly wrote it in the air.

Feng Boyong was a little scared, his eyes suddenly tightened, but he saw the large pen in Liu Yansong's hand flying rapidly, and then huge fonts appeared in the air.

"This, what's this?" Feng Boyong was a little unbelievable. He seemed surprised and puzzled. A pen that didn't even stain the ink could actually write those solid fonts in the void, which was beyond all his cognition.

In fact, even if the pen tip was stained with ink, Feng Boyong didn't think he could write big words in the empty sky. So in an instant, he realized in his heart that the large pen in Liu Yansong's hand was simply a powerful magic weapon.

Only magic weapons have such wonderful functions. Now Liu Yansong uses magic weapons to write large characters in the air, so these are definitely not for him to observe.

Then, there is no need to think about anything, Feng Boyong already understood that the big words written by Liu Yansong were probably the means used by the other party to kill him.

Although the big characters did not emit a sharp glow, Feng Boyong was already shocked. What's more important is that he had no idea about this magical method at all. Seeing that the pen in Liu Yansong's hand finally stopped, Liu Yansong's left hand suddenly shook, and then quickly pinched a magic trick and sprinkled it hard at the three big characters.

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Unforgivable, there seemed to be a series of cold breaths blowing in the air. Feng Boyong was both timid and felt that the big words had become much bigger in an instant. At this time, Liu Yansong took advantage of Feng Boyong's chance to be stunned, but immediately activated the magic power to make the three words fly quickly towards Feng Boyong.

Feng Boyong felt a palpitations. Although those three words came very slowly and did not even emit any aura. But Feng Boyong did not dare to be careless. He knew that at the existence of Liu Yansong's realm, the methods he used must be the ultimate move.

It was precisely because of his preconceptions that Feng Boyong did not have any doubts at all. However, Liu Yansong used the three fonts to urge his magic power to activate, but he actually did not dare to use too much power.

After all, the three big characters are written in nothingness, and are fonts condensed by his magic power. These fonts are not solid, and his practice has been short, so he has not yet truly mastered the essence of this powerful martial art.

But this was enough. At this time, Feng Boyong was obviously shocked by Liu Yansong's methods. He saw three big words slowly pressing towards him. Although Feng Boyong's spiritual sense could not sense the power of those fonts, in his subconscious, he had already felt that he could not resist this powerful attack.

So, without thinking too much, Feng Boyong's figure immediately retreated. While lifting the sword to protect his head, he gathered his magic power on his legs. Feng Boyong understood that he would definitely not die now. Although he had already developed ambition to die, he knew that Liu Yansong could not let him go. However, Fang Changgeng had not escaped much and his mission had not been completed. For the inheritance of the Nine Palace Sword Sect, for the safety of his grandson's life, and for the sake of someone to help him revenge in the future, Feng Boyong would not allow him, and he would definitely not allow him to die worthlessly.

Even if he could delay a little more time, it would be good for him. If he could find an opportunity to severely damage Liu Yansong, it would be even more perfect.
Chapter completed!