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Chapter 689: What is the pinnacle of martial arts in the stereotype?
Above the golden rain, dark clouds covered the sky, but some starlight shone through the clouds and focused on Feng Xue at a subtle angle.

Without the foreign Bodhisattva, Feng Xue could not control the starry sky, but under the "wind and clouds" special effects attached to the aura field, he could still create several luminous bodies similar to starlight in the dark clouds that covered the sky.

And when the light of these nine stars shone on Feng Xue, a momentum that was fifty times stronger than before completely burned up!
Yamabuki's aura was burning like a flame, and the power of the explosion at that moment was so great that it made it difficult for the martial artists around him to get close. The two closest to him staggered inevitably. It was at that moment when a flaw appeared in the coordination between his fist and sword, and Feng Xue held his breath again.

Tick, tick, tick...

Just like the sound of the slowly ticking second hand becoming the main theme in a world that seemed to be filtered through black and white, Feng Xue dragged his slow body and drew the outlines of the nine stars of the Big Dipper in front of him in slow motion, causing tearing pain with every movement.

The starlight shone brightly at this moment, and time resumed its flow.

The boxing master quickly adjusted his mentality and only felt a flash before his eyes. Before he could react, his battle-hardened body had already started moving.

Just at that moment of movement, he finally realized that something was wrong, because his defensive action meant that the one behind him...

"Hide quickly!"

With a desperate shout, the woman beside him suddenly disappeared. In the slow sound of the explosion, only a corpse with a big hole in the chest was left.

No, there are also unlucky people who were killed by it!
The word "no" was stuck in his throat, because in just a moment of screaming, his throat and cervical vertebrae were broken.

Holding the head with a face full of despair in his right hand, Feng Xue shook his left arm, which was twisted from overexerting. Silk threads pierced out from his yellow robe and straightened his arm. In a flash, the fountain of blood squeezed out from the broken neck just began to gush out.

Blood and golden rain merged into the color of sunset and fell on the bright yellow robe. At this moment, very few people could understand what was happening at this moment.

Taking advantage of this moment of shock, Feng Xue regrouped and adjusted his breathing. Although theoretically his respiratory system was already ridiculously strong after the flesh modification, due to the price paid by the structure itself, he needed to adjust his breathing to reset the CD of the bullet time. (Note ①)

But it should be said that this is worthy of being a dreamland. After an instinctive surprise (stereotype), these martial artists recalled that they can actually be resurrected!
"It's endless!"

Feng Xue saw the martial artists pouring out from every nook and cranny, and suddenly he exhaled a breath of foul air. As Mo Ran was unsheathed again, dots of ink condensed into words behind him -

"A lone voice"

The noisy rain and shouts of killing were suddenly suppressed, and a burst of passionate drum beats exploded between heaven and earth.

"Ink makes an army"

The rain in the sky and the blood on the ground seemed to have spirituality. Mixed with the ink covering the earth, they transformed into soldiers, crawling out from Feng Xue's shadow, which had merged with the city at some point in time.

"Why should the remaining soldiers fear going to the netherworld?"

The cold recitation echoed as Feng Xue swept the ink in his hand. Countless ink soldiers took advantage of the ink marks that covered the battlefield in that brief battle, transformed into a huge wave, and rushed towards the twenty-four coalition forces.

The drums of war were beating loudly, and thunder seemed to be rumbling in the dark clouds covering the sky. The Mo soldiers were like a sieve, sweeping across the city and wiping out all the miscellaneous soldiers.

"Seven... that's quite a lot."

Through the vision of the sky, he marked the targets one by one, who were still calm at this moment. Although he looked a little solemn, the sword in his hand did not show any confusion!
“Rule, the King in Yellow!” With a loud shout, the aura of a king dominating the world was majestic and vast. The Mo soldiers, who were originally as powerful as withered trees and rotten wood, seemed to have turned into a natural disaster. The first-class masters who were well-known in the world were now just a wandering soul that couldn't even fight back.

Incomparably domineering and frenzied, Feng Xue, who was in the state of the Yellow King, exuded a terrifying presence all over his body. That feeling was just like...

"It's like wearing a nightmare!"

The intelligence agents who had long since moved away were holding binoculars and using them to observe the battlefield in the distance. At this moment, intelligence personnel from different forces all stood together and watched this indescribable battle from afar.

In their eyes, Feng Xue's every move was so strange and yet so powerful. But when they tried to analyze it, they could find relevant content in the previous archives, but...

"You already have this much fighting power. Wouldn't it be better for you to just rebel? What was your idea of ​​going to the beehive to wait in the cell?"

The mentality of the intelligence personnel was extremely complicated, but Feng Xue was enjoying killing at this time. He was worthy of being the master who survived the 24-way coalition force to the end. Every one of them could give him unexpected surprises!

but……

"Still too weak! As expected, according to the stereotype, aren't the leaders of the big sects the strongest ones?"

Finally, the head of the bald donkey with the thickest skin was twisted off. Feng Xue looked at the empty Faceless City and couldn't help feeling a little lost. Just when he was wondering why the battle had not ended yet, a fierce fighting spirit split the dark cloud built up by his aura field into two.

"This feeling!" A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Feng Xue's face. He shouldn't have smiled like that, but when he entered the "Yellow King Jinchuriki" state, he would always unconsciously carry a bit of nightmare temperament.

The Mo Ran and Duibai that were stuck in the corpse seemed to have received an order and flew back to Feng Xue's waist. He shook his cloak and rushed forward with great momentum to meet the sharp sword intent.

hum!
The dust and fog dissipated, and everything between the two forces was flattened. The mirror-like ground seemed like a passage, reflecting four figures.

Feng Xue stood under the ruins, and three figures came from afar.

"Su Changfeng...you actually teamed up with others?"

Feng Xue stepped forward on the smooth ground, speaking provocative words. Opposite him, standing in the first position was Su Changfeng, who had once defeated him by half a move!
At this time, there were two people standing beside Su Changfeng. One of them was dressed in a poor manner, with messy long hair and tattered linen clothes. He had a bit of the temperament of a postmodern tramp, but his hands were strong and powerful. At first glance, he looked like a hermit.

The other man looked younger, and was dressed in a conventional knight's robe. But it was this conventionality that made him stand out more extraordinary.

Just as Feng Xue was looking at the three people, Su Changfeng said:

"Leave the Wangjiang Seal here, and you can leave with the Feilu Seal."

"Are you doing this for this?" Feng Xue, who had used the Transparent World many times during the battle, had already noticed the two extra seals on his body, but...

"You know my answer." Feng Xue held the hilt of the sword. Su Changfeng sighed slightly, but the young man smiled crookedly. A cold light flashed in front of Feng Xue, and his voice came out belatedly -

"That's offending!"

(End of this chapter)