"Haha, Wang Chongyang, the current Wang Chongyang might not be dead!”
"Zhou Botong, your Quan Zhen Sect will hand over the Nine Yin Mantra or everyone will die!”
Ouyang Feng's icy voice rang out. As he spoke, a terrifying pressure was released even more unscrupulously. Even Zhou Botong could not help but take a step back.
Behind him, Ma Yu and the others were holding their swords with trembling hands.
Ouyang Feng was too strong.
It was so powerful that it made them suffocate.
"Humph!"
"Ouyang Feng, don't think that you're the only one who's at the peak.”
"Me too!"
Zhou Botong snorted coldly, and his figure instantly landed on the ground.
His hands turned into afterimages, and streaks of true energy attached to them. He took the lead and attacked Ouyang Feng.
"Pinnacle, Zhou Botong, you think you can fight me?”
Ouyang Feng snorted coldly. He raised his snake-headed walking stick and blocked Zhou Botong's attack.
At this moment, Zhou Botong's strength had yet to reach its peak. When this person truly bloomed, he should have been locked up by Medicine Master Huang for more than ten years, thus turning his martial arts into martial arts.
At this moment, there was still a clear gap between him and Ouyang Feng.
Even though they were both at the peak, Zhou Botong was instantly suppressed in the first exchange.
The two streams of true qi clashed.
There was already a deep pool of blood at the corner of Zhou Botong's mouth, and his blood and Qi were violently shaken. At this moment, his internal organs had already suffered serious injuries.
However, he could not retreat at this moment.
After fighting with Ouyang Feng, Zhou Botong had already felt how powerful Ouyang Feng was.
His martial nephews would definitely not be able to block it.
"Zhou Botong, you're courting death, don't blame me!”
Ouyang Feng let out a cold humph, and his figure directly lay on the ground. As he breathed, strange sounds rang out. His true energy moved, and it seemed to have doubled in an instant.
"Not good!"
Zhou Botong's expression changed.
He almost wanted to attack subconsciously, but he had already eaten it.
Ouyang Feng bounced slightly, and his entire body directly collided with it.
"Boom!"
"Puchi!"
A dull sound rang out. In the next moment, bright red blood splattered out, and Zhou Botong's body flew backward.
"Uncle-Master!"
"Uncle-Master!"
.....
The Quan Zhen Seven behind him could not help but let out a cry of surprise. The few of them hurriedly ran over to catch Zhou Botong.
"Hand over the Nine Yin Scripture, or you will all die!”
Ouyang Feng's figure landed on the ground. His eyes were even colder, and his dense killing intent spread throughout the entire area.
At this moment, everyone in the hall could not help but feel their hearts sink to the bottom.
If even his Martial Uncle couldn't block it, they definitely couldn't block it either.
"Ouyang Feng, don't even think about it.”
Qiu Chuji shouted angrily and prepared to rush out.
However, he was pulled back by Zhou Botong.
At this moment, Zhou Botong's breath was weak, and the trace of blood on the corner of his mouth was particularly eye-catching.
He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he coughed and spat out a large amount of blood.
The atmosphere was in a stalemate.
Ouyang Feng's patience seemed to have reached its limit. He activated his true energy and struck out with his palm again, ready to attack again.
However, at this moment, Ouyang Feng suddenly felt a deadly crisis.
The instinct of a top expert.
It gave him a choice at this moment.
The palm that was originally slapping up turned and directly bombarded the ground.
"Boom!"
The ground exploded with a bang. With the help of the huge reaction force, Ouyang Feng's body almost instantly retreated.
The high-tier lightness skill passed down in the White Camel Mountain Village was activated, and in just an instant, he had already retreated three to four miles.
However, even though he was retreating, he still felt a sense of death. At this moment, layers of sweat seeped through his back.
Without any hesitation, he moved his right hand, and all the true energy in his body was gathered on the Divine Camel Snow Mountain Palm.
As he struck out with his palm, there seemed to be the sound of wind whistling.
However, at the next moment.
The palm wind was instantly extinguished, and his true energy was also cut off in an instant. Ouyang Feng's eyes only saw a dazzling sword light.
His vision was completely replaced by a white haze.
"Puchi!"
A clear voice rang out once again. At this moment, it was not from Quan Zhen Sect, but Ouyang Feng.
"Ah!"
A shrill scream rang out.
Ouyang Feng was shocked.
His right arm was broken in an instant.
The huge sword light slashed down, breaking his attack and breaking his arm at the same time.
Below him, a huge sword scar that was dozens of meters long appeared.
Horror.
It was an unimaginable shock.
At this moment, Ouyang Feng only had this feeling.
As a result, his screams turned into fear almost instantly. He could not care less about anything else. He turned around and mobilized all the true qi in his body at that moment.
He went down the mountain with all his might.
He did not know what had happened just now.
He didn't know how that sword came out.
However, he knew that Quan Zhen Sect had a top-notch expert. A top-notch expert that was beyond his imagination. With just one sword, all his ambition, greed, and conceit were instantly cut off.
Ouyang Feng's figure disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.
The entire Quan Zhen Seven Sons, including Zhou Botong, could not react in time.
The moment Ouyang Feng's figure completely disappeared, everyone's bodies could not help but tremble.
The Quan Zhen Seven Disciples and Zhou Botong's eyes instantly turned to Ma Yu.
Just now, they had naturally sensed that the sword light had come from Ma Yu.
"Eldest Senior Brother, you?"
Qiu Chuji said. However, in his line of sight, his eldest senior brother was also stunned. In his eldest senior brother's hand, a small wooden sword was currently shattering as if it was weathered. There were even strands of sword qi dissipating on it.
"Ma Yu brat, what's that in your hand? It seems very fun.”
Zhou Botong's eyes lit up. He jumped up and snatched the wooden sword from Ma Yu's hand.
However, the wooden sword had completely dissipated the moment it reached Zhou Botong's hand.
"This, disappear!"
"Disappeared?"
"How did it disappear?"
Zhou Botong's face was still pale, and blood was still seeping out from the corner of his mouth. However, his entire body was filled with anxiety, and he even lay on the ground and groped repeatedly.
As for the Seven Disciples of Quan Zhen Sect, they fell silent.
They were no strangers to this wooden sword.
The message from the Sutra Depository that day was still vivid in his mind.
......
.........
(The fourth chapter, there's still one more chapter to come. I beg for your support!)!）
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。