Son-in-law Dan Zun

"Before, it was fine for you to sensationalize in front of us, but now, when is it?"

"You still speak this way, just because you want to be different."

Feng Yun Qizi spoke coldly, especially Feng Qingyang looked directly at Luo Wushu, his eyes sharp as a sword.

Luo Wushu glanced over and smiled sarcastically.

"I don't know where you have such a strong sense of superiority, but if I were you, I wouldn't have the face to speak."

"The so-called leader of the Seven Winds and Clouds is not even comparable to a nameless **** in the country. Who is more like a grandstanding?"

"Then let me try, what qualifications do you have?" Feng Qingyang's voice became as sharp as a sword at this moment.

He stepped out, a ray of sword intent burst out from him, and in line with the cultivation base of the peak of the Royal Sky Realm, he wanted to crush everything and rolled towards Luo Wushu.

"Feng Qingyang, what are you going to do?" The princess shouted.

At this moment, she was standing next to Luo Wushu, and she could also clearly feel the kendo coercion.

"I also ask the princess to forgive me. I just don't want to see anyone continue to lose the face of my Yuan Guoren."

Luo Wushu couldn't help laughing when he heard Feng Qingyang's words.

Especially when he felt the sword intent enveloped him, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

It seems that he is too polite?

"Boom!"

Taking a step out, a terrible sword intent filled his whole body.

"Want to try, come here!"

The voice fell, Luo Wushu's figure, filled with terrifying sword intent, stepped out.

His eyes didn't look at Feng Qingyang more, and he didn't care about the other party's existence.

As if giving the other party another chance.

Feng Qingyang gazed at Luo Wushu gloomily, and let out a voice.

"Come, come!"

He is not the opponent of the people of the Japanese country, is he not an opponent of the imperial aura?

Seeing this scene, the faces of the people of the Japanese country showed funny smiles.

"This Feng Qingyang is really overbearing!"

"Could it be that he is allowed to be ashamed and others are not allowed to be ashamed?"

"Before, when the people of the Yuan Dynasty were united, their Seventh Sons of the Wind and Clouds huddled behind and dared not speak."

"Now, he has stepped up again to suppress the power and prestige of the people of his own country."

"Domineering, domineering!"

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Hearing the voices of the Japanese people, Feng Qingyang became more angry.

The violent spiritual energy erupted, and his figure burst out, swinging his sword towards Luo Wushu.

"The sword is like silk!"

Pursue the speed to the extreme, turning into a sword shadow, and heading towards Luo Wushu.

Everyone looked at this scene, and they didn't expect that Feng Qingyang would launch such a fierce offensive.

Not only will the understanding of the sword in poetry be integrated into his own swordsmanship, but also the advantages of cultivation will be fully utilized.

How can Luo Wushu stop this?

Even if Luo Wushu really understood the remains of the stone wall, the gap in cultivation was there.

Feng Qingyang obviously knew this too, his sword was meant to kill Luo Wushu.

If he couldn't resist even such a sword, why would Luo Wushu change the situation in front of him?

It's better to give him a death, simple.

Luo Wushu frowned, how could he not see how hot Feng Qingyang was.

The cold light in his eyes suddenly turned into a cold killing intent, and said: "Do you want to die?"

His voice fell, and everyone's eyes fell on him.

A warrior in the middle of the imperial qi realm said to a Yukong pinnacle, do you want to die?

This is a funny scene, but at this moment, everyone does not think it is very strange.

Luo Wushu's body was filled with a terrible sword intent, giving people a tremendous pressure.

It seemed that it could make up for the gap in cultivation base between him and Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang was also briefly shocked by the sword intent on Luo Wushu's body.

But thinking of the difference between Luo Wushu and his cultivation base, his expression became more and more cold.

A warrior in the imperial state is worthy to threaten him?

"As long as you have this ability!" Feng Qingyang stared at Luo Wushu and let out a voice.

At this time, the sword shadows completely enveloped Luo Wushu's figure.

Vaguely, in the next instant, he would die of battered holes.

"boom!"

At this moment, Luo Wushu suddenly raised his head, his eyes bursting with cold killing thoughts.

A kendo will surrounds his body, endless sword shadows, and thoughts are clustered.

"sword!"

"like!"

"Silk!"

"Ten thousand!"

"Heavy!"

"Mountain!"

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The characters on the stone wall seemed to be alive at this moment, controlled by Luo Wushu's thought.

Thousands of swords, cut everything.

The terrible crash sound resounded in everyone's ears, and many people's hearts trembled violently at this moment.

I saw that thousands of swords, instantly annihilated the sword shadow, and headed towards the wind and Qingyang.

"No..." Suddenly, a roar came from Feng Qingyang's mouth.

His body was filled with endless sword intent on the stone wall, and the sound of pouting continued to be heard, and his clothes continued to shatter, leaving behind a series of sword marks, blood flowing, and shocking.

"Oh..."

With a scream, Feng Qingyang's figure fell to the ground in embarrassment, with blood flowing and trembling all over.

At this moment, there was a desperate sense of powerlessness in his heart.

His eyes looked at Luo Wushu, filled with fear, how could this be possible?

Seven of Fengyun, the other six were equally astonished.

How could Luo Wushu be able to comprehend the sword intent of poetry to such a degree?

He obviously didn't stay in front of the rock wall for long, and then left alone.

Could it be that this level...

Was it what he felt in such a short period of time?

What kind of talent is this? What savvy?

They remembered Luo Wushu's previous words and reminded them to try another angle to comprehend the stone wall.

It turned out to be a real reminder?

It's ridiculous, they actually thought that Luo Wushu was sensationalizing in order to attract their attention.

"Do I have this ability?" Luo Wushu looked down at the embarrassed Feng Qingyang, his voice filled with ice and cold.

"..." Everyone's hearts trembled slightly.

Thinking of Feng Qingyang's disdain for Luo Wushu before, he was aloof and domineering.

Who would have thought that it would be such a scene?

Feng Qingyang's face was pale, feeling countless sneer eyes, only feeling cold all over.

He could only clenched his teeth and looked up at Luo Wushu.

"I'll ask you again, do you want to die?" Luo Wushu spoke again, his eyes proud and unbelievable.

Could it be that Feng Qingyang thought that he didn't dare to kill?

Feng Qingyang still raised his head, staring at Luo Wushu, his face pale and weak at this moment.

Luo Wushu raised his palm, and suddenly there was a stronger sword intent whizzing from the stone wall, turning into a fierce offensive.

It seemed that as long as Luo Wushu's palm fell, Feng Qingyang would die.

"I don't want to!" Feng Qingyang paled, as if exhausting all his energy, he answered.

Then, his figure knelt on the ground with a bang.

Luo Wushu smiled sarcastically, then looked away, seemingly dismissive of it.

He was planning to use the power of the stone wall to deal with the prince of the Kingdom of Japan, but he did not expect Feng Qingyang to jump up and try his sword first.

Not only Feng Qingyang, but the rest of the Seven Winds and Clouds had the same expressions of ashen and embarrassment to the extreme.

Whether facing the Japanese people or Luo Wushu, today, the Seventh Son of the Wind and Clouds, they have no face at all.

Luo Wushu's footsteps continued, the sword did not continue to slash towards Feng Qingyang, but the howling sword intent did not dissipate, but pointed directly at the prince of the Japanese kingdom.

Boom!

The prince of the Japanese Kingdom also took a step at this moment, and an astonishing momentum bloomed from him, tit-for-tat.

It turned out that he had missed it...