Holding Chaos to Suppress the Heavens

Is this the end of the world?

Wherever they looked, there was no grass growing.

If there hadn't been a trace of spiritual energy spreading around, they would have thought it was a natural disaster.

"What exactly is going on?"

Soon, the leaders of all the major forces gathered together, and when they saw the devastated scene, they were all horrified.

When they saw the genius of their own faction dying in an extremely tragic manner on the ground, a surge of rage instantly filled their minds and made them lose their composure.

"Who the hell did this?"

Everyone was shouting.

"It was probably that fish that slipped through the net that did it."

At this time, Nie Gai, who had been observing the surroundings, put forward his own point of view.

Many leaders looked at Nie Gai.

"That little bastard would do something so earth-shattering?"

None of them believed it.

"I'm afraid we all underestimated that so-called trash fish."

Nie Gai said: "Just because he has realized the unity of man and sword, we should regard him as an opponent of the same level as us."

When Nie Gai said this, everyone present looked at him and agreed with his opinion.

"But that doesn't prove he did it."

"Of course I have a basis for that."

Nie Gai walked to one of the corpses, picked up a few broken swords on the ground and handed them to everyone.

And these short swords were the swords that were smashed by Feng Yu with the Nine Realms Fist.

"Nine kinds of power remain in this dagger?"

"That's right. We know each other well. Have you ever seen this kind of martial arts in any sect?"

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

"It's most likely him. I'm going to find him now."

"No, next time if you meet that guy, don't alert him, notify us first."

"This kid is extremely cunning. Don't act rashly without the necessary preparation."

After discussing, everyone left one after another, leaving the corpses unattended.

What they care about is that the death of these people has brought shame to themselves and their sect. As for the deceased themselves, they no longer care.

At this time, Feng Yu had already arrived deep into the Xiaojian Forest.

Feng Yu used his body skills to jump onto a big tree about four or five meters wide. He used the wood-breaking talisman to chisel a big hole in the tree and crawled in.

After entering the tree hole, Feng Yu took out more than twenty "trophies" from the storage bag, and his breathing became heavier.

Just now, he used a little trick and threw the only thirty explosive talismans he had left on him into the bushes, and set the time to detonate them. His purpose was to kill the more than twenty geniuses who had been chasing him for a long time.

Those geniuses were extremely confident and were blinded by anger. Feng Yu calculated the time well, and when they stepped into the bushes, the thirty talismans exploded and blew them to death.

The explosion of thirty talismans could not be resisted by warriors other than those at the high level of the Spirit Surge Realm, so their deaths were not unjust.

If you want to kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed in return.

Putting aside everything that had just happened, Feng Yu focused his attention on the twenty or so storage bags and opened them one by one.

He believed that so many storage bags would never let him down.

Sure enough, after pouring out all the things in the storage bag, Feng Yu's eyes widened. There were indeed some treasures that could improve strength and cultivation.

Feng Yu completely entered into a state of cultivation. The remaining geniuses in the Small Sword Forest were all top geniuses from various major forces. If he did not improve his strength, he would probably not be as lucky this time.

The explosive talisman on his body is gone.

In a flash, five days passed.

During these five days, the remaining geniuses were constantly trying to obtain all the treasures in the cabin and made a lot of money.

Among those treasures, most of them were advanced sword techniques and martial arts, which made them feel like they had found a treasure.

It’s just a pity that none of them are treasures that can immediately enhance one’s strength.

In a relatively large hut, a young man in a green robe walked out slowly, holding a book on advanced Chen-level swordsmanship in his hand, with an angry expression on his face.

He is Ying Chen, the son of the leader of Yingxing Sect. His strength is at the fourth level of Lingyong Realm, but his gains in the past five days have not been good.

Most of the treasures he obtained were martial arts, while other geniuses had more or less found treasures that could immediately improve their strength, and their strength had surpassed his.

This made him more and more anxious. If this continued, when Jin Yuan Jian Zun's inheritance appeared, he would not be able to compete with them.

"who."

Suddenly, Ying Chen seemed to sense something, turned around and looked, his pupils shrank.

Feng Yu was standing in front of him, his black clothes fluttering in the wind, and his left arm had recovered.

"It's you."

"Well, after five days, you finally showed up, you little bastard."

Ying Chen was busy with the group. He had been paying attention to Feng Yu's whereabouts for the past five days, but he couldn't find him.

"Tell me, did you kill those twenty or so people five days ago?" Ying Chen asked with a questioning look on his face.

"Yes." Feng Yu showed a harmless smile and admitted it directly.

"Okay, I didn't expect it was really you, then I can't keep you."

Ying Chen drew the sword from his waist, and the aura of the fourth level of the Lingyong Realm enveloped Feng Yu directly, locking Feng Yu's aura.

Although Feng Yu had reached the state of unity between man and sword, his realm advantage was there, and he could definitely kill Feng Yu.

Feng Yu also drew out the Purple Sword and remained silent.

The two slowly walked towards each other.

"kill…………"

Two sword energies swept across the entire arena and exploded, colliding with each other at ghostly speed.

In an instant, the power of thunder and fire storm ran wild, directly causing a sandstorm that enveloped the two of them.

"You have actually reached the peak of the Spiritual Vein Realm?"

In the sandstorm, Ying Chen was stunned.

He vaguely remembered that a few days ago, Feng Yu was only at the seventh level of Spiritual Vein Realm. How come he suddenly became the peak of the ninth level of Spiritual Vein Realm?

"Without some strength, how could I fight you so fiercely?" Feng Yu smiled slightly.

During these five days, he refined all the treasures in the genius storage bag that could improve his cultivation, and his strength reached the peak of the ninth level of the Spirit Vein Realm. His gains were enormous.

Now, he is able to compete with the top talents of these major forces.

"Humph, so what if you are at the peak of the Spiritual Vein Realm? Die."

Ying Chen snorted coldly, and two flaming dragons appeared out of thin air, sweeping towards Feng Yu.

At the same time, a huge phantom of a divine sword appeared above Feng Yu's head and slashed straight towards Feng Yu.

This is Ying Chen’s true strength.

"A mere trifle." Feng Yu roared, and his kingly will exploded instantly, crushing Ying Chen.

As the king's will came out, the shadow of the divine sword that was wreaking havoc above Feng Yu's head suddenly turned into a mirage and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Another sword, the Magic Sky Sword, was slashed out, like a sword from a king, completely blocking the two fire dragons.

"What?" Ying Chen's pupils shrank.

These two moves were his signature martial arts, yet Feng Yu managed to block them so easily.

"In the face of my kingly will, none of your methods will work."