True Immortal of the Netherworld

In the main hall of Jinming Palace.

It is a huge square that is blessed with the laws of space, and it can be seen as far as the eye can see.

In the middle of the square, ten feet apart from each other, stood two people.

A young man in green clothes hugged his shoulders.

A man in gold robes carries it with one hand.

"The prison of wind, the wind of strong wind, the prison of hell." Xu Yang said.

At this time, Feng Yu no longer looked as slovenly as he did in Luofeng Prairie. Without the suffering caused by the suppression stone, he had returned to his original appearance.

He has long hair neatly tied back with an ordinary rope, wheat-colored skin, clear facial features, and a light mustache on his lips, looking like a middle-aged man with extraordinary temperament.

"Xu Yang, I also remember your name." Feng Yu nodded.

"Yu Liang, feather of feather, kind Liang." Xu Yang deliberately raised his tone.

"I don't know him." Feng Yu thought for a moment and responded expressionlessly.

I am sure that the story I encountered in Wheel of Fortune is true, because when we were in Luofeng Prairie, Feng Yu told the same story as me, and it became his inner demon. Could it be that because I completed the Wheel of Fortune role-playing, Feng Jing's inner demons lost the memory of Yuliang, or that the confusion of inner demons caused him to partially lose his memory... Xu Yang wondered in his mind, always Something feels wrong.

"In Luofeng Grassland, you helped me cut through the wind barrier. I still want to thank you." Xu Yang said sincerely.

"You and I don't owe each other. It was you who helped me release the shackles of the suppression stone in Luofeng Prairie. This is not Luofeng Prairie, but Jin Ming Palace. My identity is the guardian Pluto of Jin Ming Palace, Jinhui Pluto. In Jin Ming In the Hades Palace, there is only the duel between Jianfeng and Jianfeng," Feng Yu said with a serious look.

Since I just left the world of Wheel of Fortune not long ago, I still can’t let go of Yu Liang’s character imprint. Now when I face Fu Yu, my emotions will be filled with the emotional bonds that belong to Yu Liang. This state may make me confused... Xu Yang smiled and said, "What if I don't draw my sword?"

"It's too late. If you don't draw your sword, you shouldn't be here." Feng Yu raised his right hand forward, and seven cotton-like human souls rolled together and turned into a sword in the blink of an eye. White long sword.

Feng Yu pulled out a sword flower from the long sword in his hand, and then pointed the tip of the sword at Xu Yang.

"Yu Liang, Yu of feathers, kind Liang." Xu Yang repeated the previous words loudly, but the other party remained expressionless and did not respond.

It seems that the only option is to take action... Xu Yang said calmly: "As you wish."

When he raised his hand, black ghost energy surged, and a dark long sword appeared in his hand. It was the Devil's Crying Sword, with the tip of the sword pointing at the opponent as well.

Very quiet, like two sculptures.

It moves with lightning speed.

A pair of white wind wings spread out behind Feng Yu, and a pair of golden thunder wings spread out behind Xu Yang's back. The two people stood up at the same time and rushed towards each other.

In just a few breaths, the swords in their hands collided a hundred times. The sound of rolling wind and thunder rumbled, and the huge space was filled with the figures of the two of them, as if each of them was divided into hundreds of avatars dueling each other.

After a short period of hand-to-hand combat, both of them had a real feeling for each other's combat power.

"This Xu Yang's cultivation level is clearly only at the Void Immortal Realm, but the strength of the soul realm he releases is not lower than that of a strong person at the Divine Expansion Realm."

"Feng Yu has more soul power than the last time I saw him in Luofeng Grassland. He is indeed a strong man in the Shenyan realm. Every time my sword collides with his sword, the soul pressure transmitted will make my wrist numb. ”

At this time, the hundreds of figures on both sides merged into one, and their true bodies reappeared.

Feng Yu raised the Seven Soul Sword high with one hand.

Wind whirlpools creaked, and silver strands of light kept wandering around the sword.

"Swordsmanship - Seven Souls Wind Slash!"

Cut it down with one sword! The wind is blowing!

The sword intention transformed into a huge wind dragon.

At the same time, the Devil May Cry Sword in Xu Yang's hand was raised above his head.

A ray of red flame passed through his wrist and reached the body of the Devil May Cry Sword. The red light threads in the flame intertwined into regular patterns.

"Kendo-One Style Devil May Cry!"

The sword falls! Red fire is flying!

The gushing red fire turned into a giant flame dragon.

The next moment, the wind dragon and the fire dragon formed by the two swords were facing each other.

In the void, there are two alien beasts competing for territory, each refusing to give in to the other.

The cutting sound is the mythical beast grinding its teeth, and the bursting sound is the mythical beast roaring.

As the sword power of both sides was consumed, the wind dragon and the fire dragon collapsed almost at the same time. The two sword tips got closer and closer, and finally touched each other accurately.

Xu Yang suddenly felt the power returning to his wrist increase sharply, and the Devil May Cry Sword kept buzzing and shaking, as if it was about to be released at any time.

"What a powerful wind attribute law. The power of the light theory law is so strong. The understanding of Wind Prison is still better than mine. I can only rely on external force to make up for it." Xu Yang gritted his teeth and continued to add psychic power to his body.

"The power of a hundred ghosts - a hundred wild beasts!"

"The power of a thousand ghosts - Qian Zhi!"

"The power of ten thousand ghosts - ten thousand punishments!"

There were cracks on the surface of the Devil May Cry Sword in his hand, as if it was about to explode. His body is constantly changing between Bai Mang, Qian Zhi, and Wan Xing.

The wind prison on the opposite side immediately felt the danger.

"It's such a strong swordsmanship. It was blessed with a law of fire at the beginning, so it wasn't something to be afraid of, but now the psychic power is a bit scary. Once I step back, I will be swallowed by the power of all ghosts. The magic weapon in his hand The Black Sword is not an ordinary Ghost Spirit Sword, but a psychic sword. It is probably the legendary Demon Cry Sword, which is the sword of Lord Pluto, regardless of his relationship with Lord Pluto, even if it is Lord Pluto himself. Come, I, Feng Yu, will not lose the kendo competition.”

Feng Jing roared: "Ah——"

In an instant, a powerful force of law rolled away from the sword in Feng Yu's hand.

In the golden hall, the pillars supporting the dome kept shaking, causing the entire space to shake. Golden blocks kept falling, splashing golden flying dust.

At this moment, Feng Yu exerted the power of the Seven Souls to the limit. The blood in his body surged and his eyes were red.

The power of the wind attribute law turned into a wind current, causing strands of fine gold sand to be passed out through the Qipou Sword, crawling to the opposite side little by little, and unexpectedly landed on the Devil Cry Sword in Xu Yang's hand.

"Not good!" The Devil May Cry Sword in Xu Yang's hand cracked piece by piece, "The Devil May Cry Sword can't hold on any longer."

With a bang, the sword body of the Devil Crying Sword shattered, and as the black air swirled, the shadows of Bai Mang, Qian Zhi and Wan Xing dispersed with the wind.

puff!

There was a bloody mark on Xu Yang's right shoulder. His body was blown out by the wind pressure that followed, and he smashed several pillars in the hall before stopping.

At this moment, Feng Yu's chest was rising and falling, and he was breathing heavily. He looked at Xu Yang opposite, who was getting up from the ground, and said sternly:

"If your sword is gone, what else can you use to fight me? Give up, I will cut off your head quickly, it won't hurt very much."

Xu Yang curled his lips, touched his neck with his hand, and said, "It's not like I'm cutting your head, so of course it won't hurt you."

Hahaha...Xu Yang turned to laugh.

"A dying person still laughs?" Feng Yu was puzzled.

"Although I lost to you in the one-style kendo just now, I have already seen your trump card. The sword you just made was blessed with the power of two laws. The first one was the power of the wind attribute law, and What is blessed behind is the power of the metallic law. The power of the two laws is perfectly integrated and becomes another stronger law. I will call it the law of vibration. Under the law of vibration, those seemingly harmless tiny gold sands. It has unrivaled destructive power. This is how the sword in my hand was shattered."

"Xu Yang, you are really talented. You are the only one who can see through the secret of my sword. However, I will soon let you go to hell with this secret."

"It's not that easy, right? I bet you can't swing the same sword a second time."

As he spoke, Xu Yang straightened his body and made a move with his left hand. The fragments that fell everywhere regrouped, and in the blink of an eye, the Devil Weeping Sword was in his hand again.

"How is this possible? It is impossible to restore something that is broken by the superposition of the power of my two laws? That is not restoration, it is simply intact." Feng Yu panicked when he saw the brand new Devil May Cry Sword in Xu Yang's hand. There was a white halo flashing in his pupils.

Suddenly, Feng Jing covered his head with one hand and shouted:

"My head is going to explode. I, the Wind Prison, will not lose. I am the number one swordsman in the underworld. I am the undefeated King of the Golden Pluto."

"Come on, swing your second sword!" Xu Yang shouted.

Feng Yu gritted his teeth to hold back his headache, picked up the Seven Soul Sword with both hands, raised it high, and slashed it down for the second time!

"Swordsmanship - Seven Souls Wind Slash!"

The wind is blowing!

Golden Dragon Nine Heavens!

"This second sword is more powerful than the previous first sword. It is also blessed with the power of wind and metal laws. It is also his limit."

At this moment, the Devil May Sword in Xu Yang's hand shattered again and turned into billowing black mist.

"The Devil May Cry Sword in my hand only has its shape, but no reality. After it is broken, it is impossible to channel the power of all ghosts for the second time in a row."

Xu Yang did not panic, but instead raised a confident smile on his lips: "It's coming, now."

He raised his left hand high, with a simple short ruler in his hand. The surface of the short ruler is engraved with patterns of mountains and rivers.

It is the magic weapon of space, the Qiankun Ruler.

Without stopping, he activated the Haoran Heavenly Veins in his body, injected the Haoran Power crazily into the Qiankun Ruler, and then threw the treasure upwards.

In an instant, the Qiankun Ruler emitted colorful light, the space changed, the mountains were towering, the rivers were surging, and a new world emerged.

"The magic weapon - turning the world around!"

The oncoming golden dragon sword energy suddenly pounced on the "new world".

"The vast universe, the holy space, seal it! seal it! seal it!" Xu Yang pointed out three spells in a row.

The "new world" that had just been created was spinning, stuck several times in a row, and finally closed. A wisp of colorful arcs spit out from the last gap.

When the "New World" disappeared, the majestic golden dragon sword energy also disappeared.

Xu Yang secretly rejoiced:

"If Feng Yu hadn't been in an unstable state of mind just now, and if he had swung the second sword in a very short time, this sword would have exploded the space world created by the Qiankun Ruler."

Looking at the Wind Prison opposite, the sword technique was broken, and a powerful counterattack force fell on his body. The Seven Soul Sword collapsed in his hand and turned into seven soft objects that crawled back into his body.

He was trembling, his mouth was bright red, and he used his last strength to say loudly:

"Yu Liang, Yu of feathers, kind Liang."

Xu Yang took away the Qiankun Ruler and said the same words:

"Yu Liang, Yu of feathers, kind Liang."

After saying this, Xu Yang suddenly felt as if the mark on his heart left by his previous role as Yu Liang had disappeared, and he felt much more relaxed.

But the changes in the next scene left him stunned.

Feng Yu's body was petrified at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned into a stone statue, standing on the spot.

Xu Yang immediately ran over, stretched out his hand to touch, and found that Feng Yu had no breath.

A golden spiritual bead emerged from the petrified Feng Yu's body and floated towards Xu Yang on its own.

The space changed, and when Xu Yang saw the scene in front of him clearly again, he had already left the Jinming Palace, and in front of him were endless black steps.

Xu Yang stepped up the steps and walked not far away. When he stopped and looked back, Jin Mingdian had already fallen behind him.

He took out the golden spirit bead, looked at it, and sighed.

The story of Feng Yu and Yu Liang will remain in the Golden Spirit Bead forever.