Heaven-defying Skills

The extremely strong killing intent was released from the thousands of black-clothed men, covering the entire space, making people feel weak in their legs. When the killing intent was released, the dazzling sword light that covered the entire sky also shot out.

Seeing the sword light that could destroy them, the faces of the people in the sky who had just shown a proud look suddenly changed wildly, but everything was too late. The sword light flashed and disappeared. Before they could react, they were swallowed by the sword light. Fragments mixed with blood rain flew everywhere. There were no traces of monsters and people in the sky. They had turned into ashes under the sword light of destruction. Among the thousands of people below, the lowest level was the fifth level, and there were many people in the sixth level. What's more, there was no shortage of seventh and eighth level strongmen. With such a strong lineup, using the mystery of the sword of killing and the sword of instant killing at the same time, the so-called Jishenshan strongmen in the sky were just a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

As the debris of the bloody rain fell, three figures flew up at the same time. A rain curtain appeared out of thin air in the clear sky, intercepting the filth in the air. Then, the fog surged, and the crowd could no longer see the filth. The wind swept over, and the fog moved with the wind. In just a moment, the filth covered by the fog disappeared with the drifting wind, and there was no trace of it. The sky was blue and clear again, and the red clouds appeared in the eyes of the crowd again, so brilliant.

Everything happened in a flash, coming and going quickly. When the follow-up crowd of Jishen Mountain felt it, everything was over, as if nothing had happened here.

The crowd's eyes were particularly wonderful, and Han Fengxue's heroic words in the past emerged again in their minds. At this moment, they were more inclined to believe that Han Fengxue really came with strong strength this time, and revenge came.

The strong men of Jishen Mountain also looked at everything in a dull manner. They just wanted to make the formation more spectacular so as to suppress Han Fengxue's limelight and highlight the strength of Jishen Mountain, but they did not expect that they would be met with such a solution. Their painstaking efforts were just to build momentum for Han Fengxue and highlight the opponent's strength.

Han Fengxue's cold eyes flashed. After the group of people from Jishen Mountain appeared, his eyes never left the two figures, Haoxuan, the enemy who killed his father, and Qingcang, the enemy who killed his teacher. At this moment, the two of them were also in the crowd of Jishen Mountain. They looked at Han Fengxue with cold eyes, and the coldness handed over by Han Fengxue collided with each other in the air.

Three eighth-level, ten seventh-level, and only one sixth-level, how unattainable this lineup was in the past, but now, for Han Fengxue at this moment, it was just as weak as an ant and could be squeezed at will.

"Dream Tower!" The two eighth-level warriors felt the flash of murderous aura emanating from the black-clothed crowd and immediately knew that these were people from the Dream Tower.

The crowd stared at the crowd in the air and the direction where Han Fengxue was. Their bodies were trembling slightly, and they sighed that this trip was not in vain. The seventh-level strongman was killed instantly, and now it seemed that the eighth-level strongman was going to clash. The eighth-level strongman was a legendary figure, a top existence, and soon, such a strongman would fight in front of them. How could they control their excitement?

"Haha, not bad, Dream Tower!" Potian laughed heartily, and together with the second elder, his body slowly rose into the air.

"Which elder of the Dream Tower are you?" One of the three eighth-level strongmen asked.

"Potian!"

"Potian, the owner of the Fantasy Building?" The three people were surprised, but Potian shook his head and pointed at Han Fengxue and said, "That's me, the owner of the Fantasy Building, and I, Potian, am the great elder of the Fantasy Building."

The three eighth-level masters looked at Han Fengxue again. They could clearly feel that Han Fengxue was only at the seventh level. Although there were rumors that Han Fengxue was already the owner of the Fantasy Building, they were skeptical when they saw the seventh-level Han Fengxue. But at this moment, when they heard Potian's personal admission, the last ray of doubt finally disappeared, and the eyes of the three people couldn't help but become gloomy.

"Haha, brother, I'm late." Suddenly, a hearty laugh came. In the distance, a young man with dark purple eyes flashing with a bewitching light appeared in sight. Han Fengxue smiled slightly when he saw the man coming, and replied: "It's not too late, the fun has just begun." In the crowd, people who participated in the Four Empires Qin Art Competition also recognized the young man who suddenly appeared. He was Nishen, the genius young man from the Cangyue Empire who met Han Fengxue in the finals and lost to Han Fengxue. Seeing Nishen, those people couldn't help but feel strange. The former opponents have become brothers now. Is this the so-called heroes cherishing each other? What surprised them even more was that Nishen actually flew in the air, and everyone felt the unfathomable momentum from him, which made people dare not get close to him.

Han Fengxue also smiled bitterly and shook his head. In less than two years, Nishen had advanced from a seventh-level summoner to an eighth-level summoner. This terrifying talent was much stronger than him. It was the first time that he was surpassed in talent. He couldn't help but sigh. Where did Nishen come from?

Seeing the appearance of Nishen, the faces of the three eighth-level masters of Jishen Mountain changed immediately. Of course, they could feel that Nishen was already at the eighth level. With the mysterious mental attack, in cooperation with the former owner of the Dream Building, Potian and the second elder, as well as the strong men below, they might have to leave a lot of people behind. They sent out such a strong lineup. They thought they had overestimated Han Fengxue and the others, but they didn't expect this situation.

However, at this time, the sound of breaking through the air came from a distance, and two people flew in the air. From the faint aura emanating from them, it can be seen that the two were the same eighth-level masters as the three eighth-level masters of Jishen Mountain and Potian. Everyone was secretly amazed, too powerful.

When the three people from Jishen Mountain saw the people coming, they immediately smiled. They came at the right time. The two people flying over were the strong men from the Holy Knight Hall and the Sword God Tower who had met them once before. Their appearance must be on their side. Just as they were about to greet them, they were stunned to find that the two people did not even glance at them, but just glanced at them with their peripheral vision, and then fixed their eyes on Han Fengxue. A thick smile immediately appeared in their eyes. Although it was pretended, it still seemed relatively sincere.

The two saw Han Fengxue on the high platform palace, and his figure in the air slowly descended to the ground to show respect. They looked up at Han Fengxue and said loudly: "The Holy Knight Hall and Sword God Tate come to congratulate Mr. Han Fengxue and Mr. Aoyang on their wedding." After saying that, they held the gifts they brought in their hands, and someone below also took them directly. Han Fengxue smiled and nodded at the two people, making a gesture of invitation. Today is a big day, and the visitors are guests. If others respect him, he will also respect others, but if they come to make trouble, he will not be polite.

Everyone's eyes were dull again. Many of them had heard about the existence of the Holy Knight Hall and the Sword God Tower. Two of the four major forces, plus the young man with deep purple eyes, three of the top four forces came to congratulate, and only the Skill God Mountain came to make trouble. At this moment, they looked at Han Fengxue again with only admiration, and no longer had a trace of jealousy. It was not surprising that someone who could bring together the four major forces had four peerless beauties. They secretly fantasized in their hearts that if they could have such a big face one day, it would be worth dying, and it would not be in vain to have come to this world to enjoy the glory.

The faces of the people of the Skill God Mountain immediately turned livid. That was their ally, and at this moment, they collectively thought of Han Fengxue. Although they were angry, they still kept calm and began to think about some things. The situation seemed a little bad. Han Fengxue could make the Holy Knight Hall and the Sword God Tower ignore his ally Ji Shen Mountain and come thousands of miles to congratulate him. The power he possessed was absolutely terrifying. I'm afraid that only the master of their Ji Shen Mountain could have such power.

Suddenly, the light flashed, and five figures appeared in front of Han Fengxue at the same time. Like the seventh-level strongman who released the mist, rain and wind just now, they all had a special fluctuation, but their momentum was much stronger than those people just now. These were eighth-level strongmen, and after the five people appeared, they shouted to Han Fengxue at the same time: "Master!"

When the five figures appeared, the eyes of the crowd were dull again. They also vaguely understood why Han Fengxue had such a big face, and the faces of the people of Jishen Mountain no longer had a trace of blood. Eight eighth-level people, they may have to stay forever today. Qingcang's face became particularly ferocious. The kid who only had the strength of Jizun back then now has such power. He began to regret why he volunteered to come here to die.

In the spacious hall at the top of Jishen Mountain, those who were in the Holy Knight Hall had returned and told the others about the situation. Everyone's faces immediately became pale, and one of the old men even stood up and wanted to go out.

"Qingyu, do you want to die?" The old man with wide eyebrows sitting in the first seat shouted. His eyebrows and beard were all gray, and he looked like a fairy. He was the master of Jishen Mountain, Juemie, and Qingyu was Qingcang's father, one of the most powerful elders of Jishen Mountain.

Qingyu was startled, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and he finally stopped, and Jishen Mountain also ordered all the strong men to gather and prepare for the battle!