Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

Feng Wuhen's pupils shrank suddenly. He could feel that this sword contained extremely terrifying power. If he was hit, he would probably die on the spot.

However, he was unable to dodge at this moment and could only watch the sword light approaching.

"Captain, be careful!"

When Fu Wanli and others saw this, they all exclaimed in surprise, with anxious looks on their faces.

Just when everyone thought Feng Wuhen was about to die by the sword, he suddenly closed his eyes and muttered something silently.

"This is......"

Zhou Yiqiao frowned slightly, feeling uneasy in his heart.

However, he didn't think much and continued to slash towards Feng Wuhen with the Black Evil Sword in his hand.

Just when the sword light was about to touch Feng Wuhen, a strong wave of aura suddenly erupted from his body.

This aura was completely different from before, full of violence and destruction.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, a bright light erupted around Feng Wuhen's body, instantly engulfing Zhou Yiqiao's attack.

The light dissipated, revealing Feng Wuhen's figure.

Feng Wuhen's skin turned dark green, and a stripe appeared clearly, glowing with a coquettish green luster, giving people an eerie feeling.

"This guy actually secretly practices forbidden arts!?"

Seeing this scene, Zhou Yiqiao's expression suddenly changed, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

The so-called forbidden magic does not refer to the forbidden magic that everyone in the Tianchen world hears and turns into disgraceful.

Rather, it refers to sects like Qinjian Villa that claim to be righteous, and explicitly prohibit some cultivation methods that are harmful to the harmony of heaven and even affect the minds of warriors.

What Feng Wuhen was performing at this moment was a forbidden technique that could explode several times his combat power in a short period of time!

Feng Wuhen slowly raised his head, and his eyes turned as scarlet as blood, flashing with bloodthirsty madness.

"Hahaha, Feng Wuhen, if you die peacefully, then maybe someone in Qinjian Villa will remember your name and the sacrifices you made for Qinjian Villa."

"But with your appearance now, those who claim to be righteous will probably only have endless contempt and hatred for you."

Zhou Yiqiao couldn't help but feel amused when he looked at Feng Wuhen's strange appearance.

"Spit? Hate?"

The corner of Feng Wuhen's mouth curled up into a sinister smile, his voice was cold and hoarse.

Perhaps knowing that the next method would be his last attack, Feng Wuhen was no longer restrained.

Although he was telling Zhou Yiqiao, this time he raised his head and looked at Liu Qingyun, who was in a high position, and mocked him unceremoniously.

"The moment I was selected to compete with you, I was left with the only option of annihilation. Would I still be afraid of being cast aside by my fellow disciples?"

It's a pity that Feng Wuhen's provoking skills are nothing to Liu Qingyun, who has lived for tens of thousands of years.

He still had a smile on his face and was not affected at all.

How could the clamor of abandoned pieces touch the heartstrings of the chess player?

Zhou Yiqiao had long expected that Liu Qingyun would have such an attitude. The reason why he deliberately left a gap for Feng Wuhen to scream was because he imagined that Liu Qingyun would lose his composure because of Feng Wuhen's accusation before his death.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed.

Feng Wuhen seemed to notice this, and a look of disappointment flashed across his face.

But soon, he was replaced by madness and said with a ferocious smile.

"If you can't even be free and easy, what kind of immortal can you be?"

As soon as the words fell, Feng Wuhen's figure suddenly disappeared from where he was.

A dark green arc of light streaked through the air, roaring towards Zhou Yiqiao.

With extremely fast speed, like a ghost, he arrived in front of Zhou Yiqiao in a blink of an eye.

"Hey!"

Feng Wuhen suddenly struck out with a palm, carrying with it a devastating and terrifying power, which directly cracked the void, and a harsh hissing sound was heard.

Feng Wuhen's palm contains rich and majestic vitality, and already has a hint of refining the void.

"With your character, if you have a good background or an incredible opportunity, you might really be able to become someone like Chen Fan or Little Princess Luo..."

Zhou Yiqiao stood the Black Evil Sword in front of him, holding the hilt tightly with both hands.

The spiritual power of the entire Tiangang City gathered towards Zhou Yiqiao in an instant.

"But it's a pity that if it is what if, the road to immortality is never fair."

Zhou Yiqiao's voice was cold and firm, as if he was speaking to Feng Wuhen, and also as if he was admonishing himself.

The Black Evil Sword in his hand instantly burst into dazzling black light, and a powerful aura emanated from the sword body, intertwined with the gathered spiritual power, forming an indestructible sword energy barrier.

"boom!"

Feng Wuhen's attack hit the sword energy barrier hard, causing a deafening sound.

Terrifying energy fluctuations spread out in all directions, causing the defensive formations around the arena to rattle.

Feng Wuhen's face became more ferocious, and he intensified his attack, causing the barrier to tremble more violently.

However, despite this, it has not been broken yet.

"Break it! Break it for me!"

Feng Wuhen roared angrily and increased his attack again, trying to break the barrier.

Zhou Yiqiao always maintained a calm expression and watched quietly.

He could sense that Feng Wuhen was at the end of his strength, and there was a faint gray color in his pupils, which was a sign of overdraft.

The ear-piercing explosions resounded throughout Tiangang City. Amidst the explosions, Zhou Yiqiao opened his mouth and said something to Feng Wuhen in front of him.

Immediately, he waved his right arm down, and the Black Evil Sword flew out of his hand, turning into a black stream of light and rushing straight into Feng Wuhen's body.

"Pfft!"

Hot blood splashed out, and Feng Wuhen flew backwards, but there was a smile on his face.

He looked at Zhou Yiqiao, the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth dyed his cheeks red, but it could not hide the relief and relief in his eyes.

"I hope you...will do what you say."

Feng Wuhen's voice was weak and hoarse, but every word revealed a sense of relief.

Zhou Yiqiao nodded indifferently and said nothing more.

Feng Wuhen closed his eyes in contentment and moved his mouth, obviously wanting to say something more, but in the end no sound came out.

His aura quickly faded, and Feng Wuhen gradually stopped struggling. Finally, he lost all his breath and fell to the center of the ring.

The defensive formations around the ring dissipated, Zhou Yiqiao turned around, jumped off the ring, and walked away.

"team leader!"

Not caring about anything else, Fu Wanli and others rushed into the ring one after another and surrounded Feng Wuhen, who had lost his voice.

"team leader......"

Bai Ling's lips twitched a few times, and just when he was about to speak, tears fell down like broken pearls.

At this moment, despite the pride of the Holy Sect disciples, these few people fell on Feng Wuhen's side and cried loudly.

And on the high platform, Liu Qingyun, who promoted this competition, had disappeared when Feng Wuhen died...