The Prodigal Son of the Mystical Sect

"... a casual attack has such power?"

Qian Wenxuan took a breath, and then a bitter smile appeared on his lips. Mu Liuling also said solemnly: "We are not his opponent in one round."

"This is no longer the strength of Mingyuan Realm, or even Tongxuan Realm..."

Xiahou Rong nodded bitterly and fearfully. He had been thinking of selling it to Jia before, but now it seems...

"Three combined, plus soldiers and generals are not his opponents!"

"This... is completely not the style of the battle in the Imperial Garden..."

"The power to destroy the balance should not appear... What kind of change has happened?"

The outsiders also started to discuss, all of them looked incredible. The situation has developed to this point, and it has exceeded all expectations. Someone expected it...

"...I still have some blood charms given by the young master, but I'm afraid they can only hold him back for one move..." Mu Liuling narrowed his eyes and tried his best to calculate, but he couldn't make up for such a huge gap...Hearing this, Xiahou Rongchu and Qian Wenxuan both smiled bitterly. They had already used up all the blood charms, and even their subordinates had been killed again. They were almost out of cards...What's more, under the pressure of Feng Shiming's strength, even if they were in their prime, they would be powerless...

The three looked at Feng Shiming calmly, knowing that he was gathering his energy to make the next move, but no one dared to interrupt him, because even if it was a move that had not been fully gathered, they would have to pay a heavy price to continue! Xiahou Rongchu wanted to escape, but he was not stupid. He knew that if he dared to escape, he would be the first to die!

The three of them were like prisoners waiting for a sharp knife to fall on their heads, helpless... At this moment, golden lamps suddenly appeared out of thin air in the field, each of which emitted bursts of golden light. All the soldiers covered by this light were actually covered with golden light, and then a golden light column appeared above them, and a continuous stream of vitality poured into the bodies of these "subordinates" from top to bottom...

"This is..."

"Someone got the "Supreme Seal" of the main building! My God, that is something that no one has ever got in the battle for the Imperial Garden, and it only exists in rumors and conjectures..."

"...Yes! This kind of golden light... This is absolutely right! To Appeared! Appearing!"

Many sharp-eyed people outside the venue immediately recognized what these golden lights, golden lights, and golden pillars were... Everyone looked at the crystal round screens with expectation, and saw the same scenery everywhere. Not long after... Three thousand black armors, the soldiers of the Eagle Legion who died here regained their vitality, and each of them was covered with a golden cloak...

"Twelfth-level troops!"

"Oh my God..."

Although everyone outside the venue had guessed it, when this highest-level Imperial Garden troop appeared, there were still gasps of surprise here...

This Imperial Garden battle... was really too unexpected. How long has it been since the start? Even the ultimate level of troops have appeared...

"It's time to decide the winner!"

"Well... so many top troops, besieging Feng Shiming alone... who will win?"

While discussing outside the field, Xiahou Rongchu and Qian Wenxuan looked at Mu Liuling at the same time, and saw a hint of excitement on her face: "It's the young master! It must be the young master's hand! He will be back soon!"

"... Feng Shiming has become so powerful now, just relying on that Mingyuan upper realm... what's the use of coming back?" Xiahou Rongchu subconsciously muttered in his heart, and Qian Wenxuan gritted his teeth: "In this case... give it a try!"

After that, he waved his folding fan and quickly integrated the three thousand ink armors, and saw ink ripples gathered on his folding fan, making it surrounded by an extremely powerful momentum. Then, Qian Wenxuan stretched out the index and middle fingers of his left hand, and stroked the folding fan in his hand. A streak of blood was left on the fan by the barb on the folding fan, making the fan surface as red as blood, and black ink was floating around, which made this move even more extraordinary.

At the same time, Qian Wenxuan's face turned from pink to rosy, his whole body became hot, his arms gradually turned into crystal color, and the hand holding the folding fan was even more crystal clear, like a black jade... In the blink of an eye, Qian Wenxuan suddenly opened the fan, and his figure swept away, leaving a long string of phantoms, which actually gathered the power of the three thousand ink armors and swung it violently at Feng Shiming!

A golden light that was several times stronger than before, accompanied by ink color, rushed straight to Feng Shiming!

At this time, although Xiahou Rongchu was unwilling, he also knew that it was a critical moment of life and death. With a thought, he bit his tongue hard and spit out two mouthfuls of blood, which dripped onto the bone sword and blood knife respectively, making them shine brightly. The group of elite armor puppets behind him all stood behind him in a dragon formation, pouring all the power in the crystal core into Xiahou Rongchu one after another, making his muscles bulge and his veins twist like earthworms.

However, compared with Qian Wenxuan, he could mobilize less power for a long time. After all, he did not form an alliance with Chu Tianxiao in advance, and at this moment, his soldiers and generals had no improvement at all. He could only squeeze their surplus value and launch this attack!

"Hah!"

With just a roar, Xiahou Rongchu's bone sword and blood knife came out together, the blood wave was scorching, surging like a flood, unstoppable, a huge skull appeared in it, and a hideous face rushed straight towards Feng Shiming!

The two geniuses burst out with all their strength at the same time. Mu Liuling was not idle either. She quickly sacrificed all the blood talismans and blessed the Eagle King with them all!

The eagle spread its wings, blood-red light flashed on its claws, and it let out a painful scream, but its eyes were red, and it rushed towards Feng Shiming ferociously. Behind it, countless eagles of full level rushed forward...

Such a lineup almost suffocated the outsiders, but Feng Shiming, who was within the attack range, was extremely indifferent. He suddenly became full of momentum, smiled, and muttered: "Twelfth-level troops..."

The smile gradually cooled.

"No more than that!"

As soon as this sentence fell, countless white whirlpools emerged from Feng Shiming's body, and suddenly split into three, and a strong hurricane rolled out from it. He was actually ready to fight at the same time!

"The last move of the Lingfeng sword technique!"

"The wind blows the world!"

As soon as the last four words fell, the sword in Feng Shiming's hand suddenly dissipated, turning into a stream of light that was submerged in the sudden hurricane... But if you look closely, you can find that it did not disappear, but... was in the eye of the hurricane, slowly merging into it...

The finishing touch!

A dragon roar resounded throughout the venue, and then one after another huge wind dragons roared out from the eye of the hurricane, and then the hurricane quickly disassembled and turned into one after another small wind group, and each wind group grew a wind dragon in the eye of the wind!

This disassembly is very, very fast!

In a blink of an eye, the wind groups have spread to every place and every corner here!

It can be said that Feng Ling Tianxia is truly everywhere, and there is nowhere to hide!

A wind dances, and the dragons dance wildly!

Feng Junhou's famous skill... appeared!

"What!"

Without giving anyone a chance to react, the two wind dragons had already penetrated through the numerous obstacles, rushing directly in front of Qian Wenxuan and Xia Hourong, and bursting out from behind!

Two geniuses, out!