Create A Cultivation Technique At The Beginning

"Haha, Wang Chongyang, the current Wang Chongyang may not be dead!"

"Zhou Botong, you Quanzhen faction hand over the Nine Yin Sutra, otherwise everyone will die!"

Binghan words came from Ouyang Feng's mouth, and with this voice, the terrifying oppression was released even more unbridled, and even Zhou Botong couldn't help but take a step back.

Behind them, Ma Yu and others' sword-holding hands were trembling.

Ouyang Feng is too strong.

So powerful that it suffocates them.

"snort!"

"Ouyang Feng, don't think that you are the only one who is the best."

"Me too!"

Zhou Botong snorted coldly, and his figure moved forward at this moment.

His hands turned into afterimages, with streaks of True Qi attached to them, attacking Ouyang Feng first.

"Jue, Zhou Botong, even you want to fight me!"

Ouyang Feng snorted coldly, raised his snake head and crutches, and immediately blocked Zhou Botong's attack.

At this time, Zhou Botong's strength has not yet reached its peak. When this man truly blossomed, he should have been imprisoned by Huang Yaoshi for more than ten years, and thus transformed his martial arts into Huajin.

At this moment, there was still a clear gap between him and Ouyang Feng.

Even though they were both at the top, once they fought, Zhou Botong was instantly suppressed.

The two True Qi's are fighting against each other.

There was blood deep in the corners of Zhou Botong's mouth, and his energy and blood were trembling violently. At this time, his internal organs had been severely damaged.

However, he couldn't retreat at this moment.

After fighting Ouyang Feng, Zhou Botong had already felt how powerful Ouyang Feng was.

My nephews and apprentices are absolutely unstoppable.

"Zhou Botong, you are seeking death yourself, don't blame me!"

Ouyang Feng snorted coldly, and his figure fell directly to the ground. While he was hesitating, strange noises came out one after another, and the number of people seemed to double in an instant.

"not good!"

Zhou Botong's expression changed.

I almost subconsciously wanted to take action, but I had already eaten.

Ouyang Feng flicked slightly, and his whole body hit directly.

"boom!"

"Pfft!"

There was a dull sound, and the next moment bright red blood flew out, and Zhou Botong's body flew out directly.

"Uncle Master!"

"Uncle Master!"

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The Quanzhen Seventh Son behind him couldn't help but exclaimed, and several people even rushed to catch Zhou Botong.

"Hand over the Nine Yin Sutra, or you will all die!"

Ouyang Feng's figure fell to the ground, his eyes became even colder, and the strong murderous intent spread throughout the surroundings.

At this moment, everyone in the entire hall couldn't help but sink into the bottom of their hearts.

Even Uncle Master didn't block it, so they certainly couldn't.

"Ouyang Feng, don't think about it, it's impossible!"

Qiu Chuji shouted angrily and was about to rush out.

However, Zhou Botong grabbed him abruptly.

At this time, Zhou Botong's breath was weak, and the wisp of blood on the corner of his mouth was particularly eye-catching.

He opened his mouth, originally wanting to speak, but instead he coughed, and a large amount of blood spat out of his mouth again.

The atmosphere also fell into an extremely stalemate at this moment.

Ouyang Feng's patience seemed to have reached its limit. True Qi moved and slapped his palm again, ready to take action again.

However, at this moment, Ouyang Feng suddenly felt a death-like crisis.

The instinct of a supreme master.

Let him have a choice at this moment.

The palm that was originally slapping upward turned and hit the ground directly.

"boom!"

The ground suddenly exploded, and with the help of the huge reaction force, Ouyang Feng's body exploded back almost instantly.

The superior Qing Kung passed down from the White Camel Villa can be launched thousands of miles in an instant, and it has already been pushed back three to four miles in just an instant.

However, after retreating, he still felt the crisis of death, and layers of sweat penetrated his back at this moment.

Without any hesitation, he moved his right hand, and all the True Qi agitation in his body was attached to the palm of Shentuo Snow Mountain.

With one palm shot out, there seemed to be a roaring sound from the wind.

But the next moment.

The palm wind was instantly annihilated, and his True Qi was cut off in an instant. Only a bright sword light could be seen in Ouyang Feng's eyes.

His vision was completely replaced by whiteness.

"Pfft!"

A clear voice rose again. At this moment, it was not the Quanzhen Sect but Ouyang Feng's.

"ah!"

The sound of screams was heard.

Ouyang Feng was horrified.

His right arm was broken at the root at this moment.

The huge sword light slashed down, his attack was broken, and his arm was broken along with it.

Below, there was a huge sword mark that penetrated tens of meters.

Horrified.

Unimaginable horror.

At this moment, Ouyang Feng only felt this way.

So much so that his screams turned into panic almost instantly, and he couldn't care about anything else. When he turned around, all the True Qi in his body was mobilized at this moment.

He went down the mountain desperately.

He didn't know what happened just now.

I don't know how the sword came out.

But he knew that the Quanzhen Sect had an Apex Level master, an Apex Level master beyond his imagination. With just one sword, all his ambitions, greed, and arrogance were instantly cut off.

Ouyang Feng's figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The entire Quanzhen Seven Sons, including Zhou Botong, did not react.

And when Ouyang Feng's figure completely disappeared, everyone's body was shaken.

The Quanzhen Seventh Son and Zhou Botong all looked at Ma Yu almost instantly.

Just now they naturally noticed that the sword light came from Ma Yu.

"Elder brother, you?"

Qiu Chuji spoke, but in his sight, his senior brother also appeared stunned, and in his senior brother's hand, a small wooden sword was breaking into pieces, as if it was weathered, and there were wisps of stains on it. The sword energy seemed to be dissipating.

"Boy Ma Yu, what is in your hand seems very interesting."

Zhou Botong's eyes lit up, he jumped up, and snatched the wooden sword from Ma Yu's hand.

It's just that the wooden sword completely dissipated as soon as it reached Zhou Botong's hand.

"This, disappear!"

"Disappeared?"

"Why did it disappear?"

Zhou Botong's face was still pale, and there was blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, but his whole body suddenly became red-eyed and he even lay on the ground and groped repeatedly.

But the Quanzhen Seventh Son suddenly fell silent.

This wooden sword was no stranger to them.

The message at Sutra Pavilion that day is still vivid in my mind.

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