The strong from the wild

A fake war drum more than [-] meters high was placed not far behind Tang Jiawen and others.

The real tiger minion lay on his back on the drum, gulping down the stuffy wine, trying to get rid of his worries.

Zheng Fenglian suddenly turned around, flew to the side of the real tiger, snatched the wine jar from the hands of the real tiger, poured the wine on the real tiger, and said angrily: "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! If it wasn't for You convened a battle drum meeting, why would the monks of Hengshan be the first to attack my Yuxi faction, now you are satisfied!"

satisfaction?

Of course the real tiger was dissatisfied, he sat up with his arms propped up, and argued with his teeth and claws: "I went to steal the drum, and I also stole it for my precious son-in-law!"

Zheng Fenglian grabbed the wine jar and slammed it on the body of the real minion, "But I, the Yuxi faction, almost died because of you!"

"If you die, you will die. At worst, I will kill myself and apologize!"

The real tiger minion stared at Zheng Fenglian with grinning teeth, took out a machete from his sleeve, and raised his hand to chop at the neck.

Ding!

Zheng Fenglian swung her sword to block the scimitar, stared at the real minion coldly, without saying a word.

The real gangster failed to commit suicide, so he stomped his foot on the drum.

The sound of the drums spread throughout the mountains and rivers of the Yuxi School for dozens of miles.

The real tiger minion rose from the ground, like an arrow from the string, flew towards the formation mask above his head, flew out from the gap Cheng Yifeng cut earlier, and roared in his mouth: "The devil boy of the Hengshan realm, grandpa tiger minion! Fight with you!"

He had good intentions, but he did something bad with good intentions.

The real tiger minion is a lunatic. At this moment, he can't think of any other way except to try his best. He is thinking in his heart: "The big deal is that I will pay you my life. Who wouldn't do it? You will do it, I will do it, everyone will do it." It's really going to..."

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The monks in Hengshan formed a large formation and flew ahead.

Cheng Yifeng stepped on the edge of the sword and chased after him.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and thunder roared.

Rolling thunder, spreading towards the distance.

Three hundred miles away from the north of the Yuxi School, at the foot of a big mountain, there is a wide road.

Chidao is the road where carriages and horses gallop.

The fierce autumn sun shines on the road.

A thin old man, squinting his eyes half awake, rode a little donkey upside down, walking on the road.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling thunder in the air.

The old man was startled awake by the thunder, raised his head and looked into the sky, his half-awake eyes suddenly opened, and a golden light appeared in the dim yellow eyeballs.

The old man happened to see a green mountain in the sky flying towards the north. Behind the green mountain, Cheng Yifeng was flying with his sword and was chasing after the green mountain.

The Ten Li Heavenly Tribulation cloud and mist aroused by the Pure Yang Heavenly Tribulation hovered over the sword cultivator's head, releasing infinite thunder and lightning, striking this person, but all of it was sucked away by his sword energy.

"This person is extraordinary! He was able to introduce the pure Yang Heavenly Tribulation into his body and use it for his own use, enhancing the power of the sword energy! It's a pity that the Heavenly Tribulation was originally created by the heaven and the earth, so how can the brilliant heavenly power be used by all beings in the world? The Heavenly Tribulation enters the body After that, it will destroy his internal organs and cut off the meridians all over his body. Even if this person does not die now, he is not far from death..."

The old man narrowed his eyes again, waved his arm, and slapped the little donkey's ass hard.

drive!

The little donkey took a step and ran a little faster.

The Yuxi School, three hundred miles away, was the little donkey's destination.

Thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and golden and red lightning criss-crossed.

Cheng Yifeng suffered continuous beatings from heaven and earth, his whole body was numb, his skin had long since lost sensation, and he couldn't even make an expression of pain.

The golden heavenly tribulation hit Cheng Yifeng on the beam of sword energy above his head.Thunder and lightning traveled along the beam of sword energy and poured into Cheng Yifeng's body.

Cheng Yifeng's internal organs, meridians all over his body, bones and flesh of his hands and feet were all injured by lightning.

When the Pure Yang Tribulation comes, it will directly bombard the monk's body.

Seen from a distance, Cheng Yifeng's whole body was within the beam of sword energy, and his clothes fluttered around him, exuding strands of fairy energy, like a fairy in the clouds.

But Cheng Yifeng's body, covered by the sword light and clothes, was scorched black, like charcoal.

"I must not fall! Absolutely not! If I fall, the people of Hengshan will surely come back, and my 3000-year foundation of the Yuxi Sect will be destroyed!"

A firm heart supported Cheng Yifeng.

More and more lightning poured into Cheng Yifeng's body, and Cheng Yifeng's injuries became more and more serious, but he flew faster and faster.

The monks in the Hengshan area ahead are getting closer.

Cheng Yifeng raised his arm, a sword edge rushed out of his hand, and blasted towards the horizontal mountain in front of him to kill the formation, but was blocked by the formation.

At this moment, a thought suddenly appeared in Cheng Yifeng's mind: "If I have the qualifications of Master Liu Yi's uncle and the sword intent of his master-level swordsmanship, I will definitely be able to use the power of Chunyang Heavenly Tribulation today to fight with these monks from the Hengshan realm. Let's die together! Unfortunately, I am not Master Liu's uncle..."

In terms of cultivation, Liu Yi at this time is far inferior to Cheng Yifeng.

Both of them have also practiced the sword art of worshiping the sky. In terms of understanding of this sword art, Liu Yi is far inferior to Cheng Yifeng who has been practicing this sword art for hundreds of years.

But when it comes to sword intent, Cheng Yifeng is far inferior to Liu Yi.

In this battle, Cheng Yifeng didn't want to live, but only wanted to die well.

As time went by, the power of the Pure Yang Heavenly Tribulation grew stronger and stronger.

Rumble!

Thunder and lightning flashed in the air, interweaving into a cloud of thunder and lightning, enveloping Cheng Yifeng.

Cheng Yifeng's whole body glowed with a golden-red radiance, as if he had turned into a red-hot bronze man, with the flesh and bones on his body ignited, and raging flames burst out.

His eyes were burned, and Cheng Yifeng could no longer see anything.

His ears were burned and he couldn't hear anything.

Even the pain is no longer felt.

Cheng Yifeng could only use his intuition to find the direction of Hengshan's killing array, unleash the sword energy all over his body, and fight desperately.

The sword light is bright and dazzling.

This sword is the strongest sword in Cheng Yifeng's life, and it has brought the power of the sword art of soaring to the sky to the extreme.

Unfortunately, Cheng Yifeng is blind and deaf, he can no longer see or hear...

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Liu Yi stepped on Wei Tuotuo, galloping from north to south.

When he was hundreds of miles away from the Yuxi School, he suddenly saw thunderclouds billowing in front of him, with golden-red lightning covering the sky and covering the sun.

"This is the Heavenly Tribulation of Pure Yang! I didn't expect that in this barren land, there are people who can cultivate to the peak of the Pure Yang Realm and overcome the tribulation here!"

The feather flew out from Liu Yi's chest, suspended above Liu Yi's head, and said through voice transmission: "This Pure Yang Heavenly Calamity can release the Pure Yang Heavenly Thunder, which is many times more powerful than my Pure Yang Heavenly Thunder..."

Liu Yi raised his eyebrows and stared intently at the dark clouds ten miles ahead.

Suddenly, I saw a green mountain of Cuiwei flying under the dark clouds.Another bright sword edge blasted towards the green hills ahead.

"Sword Soaring to the Sky! This is the Sword Soaring to the Sky!"

Liu Yi's expression was shocked, and he flew forward suddenly, rushing into the rolling thunder and lightning.

There are only two people who can execute the sword art of worshiping the sky, one is Liu Yi, and the other is Cheng Yifeng.

No need to think too much, Liu Yi already knew that Cheng Yifeng must be fighting with others.