"Shao Yu ..." Li Yitong tried to come to the rescue, but he was entangled and couldn't get away.

Looking at the falling Jianmang, Feng Shaoyu thought he would die.

Of course, you never know what will happen until the last minute.

He made his own mistake, and suddenly, a jianmang shot from the back and hit the jianmang.

The sword mount suddenly shattered, and vanished into the air into nothingness.

"Who?" The man froze, but he looked up instantly.

A blue sword flashed across his neck.

Suddenly, the man's head flew out and blood spewed out.

"Teacher ..." Another person hurriedly exclaimed, but the brother hadn't handed in the words, and the result was the same as this one. With a flash of blue light, his head flew out.

"It's okay!" A figure appeared in front of Li Yitong.

Li Yitong rejoiced, "Grandpa!"

Damn, it's finally here!

Feng Shaoyu was relieved.

"What the hell happened, how did you find the hunt?" Li Zhengfeng asked.

"Master, let's go back first!"

"Grandpa, I'll tell you again when I go back!"

Li Zhengfeng nodded slightly, holding one in one hand, and turned into a streamer that disappeared into the night.

Soon after they left, another group rushed over.

From this we can see how attractive an artifact is, and it can attract so many people to rob it regardless of their lives.

Human nature, greed!

The dawn of dawn gradually illuminated the dark earth.

This bloody night finally came to an end.

When the first rays of the morning sun spread over the earth, the three of Feng Shaoyu finally returned to the Xuanling Sword School, this broken mountain gate.

On the way, Li Zhengfeng had basically understood the whole thing, and he was extremely resentful, "Damn, these robbers. If our Xuanling Swordsmen can restore their former might and borrow ten of their courage, they will not dare to think . "

Master, uncle, aren't you nonsense? Feng Shaoyu's heart was defamatory.

Li Zhengfeng turned his eyes to look at the pale and disordered wind Shaoyu, very distressed, "Shao Yu, two days later, the six-year competition contest in the suspended mountains, but you are injured like this, this ... this ... What should I do!"

Feng Shaoyu grinned with a grin, and said, "It's okay! Two days are enough, I promise to attend the Dao Dao as scheduled and win the top spot."

Li Zhengfeng looked disappointed. If Feng Shaoyu was not injured, he still believed a little. But now, he can't kill him, Feng Shaoyu can win the top spot.

The same is true of Li Yitong. Although she has seen Feng Shaoyu make many impossible things possible, she still does not believe that Feng Shaoyu can win the championship.

After all, there are no less than three hundred martial arts in the hanging mountains, and the masters are abominable. It is not easy to stand out from it, let alone win the championship.

Facing the lost eyes of the two, Feng Shaoyu just smiled helplessly, and said secretly: Hey, why don't you believe me? It seems that I have to use this battle to prove myself. It's my turn! Kill, fight, till the end of the universe!

"Master, I'll go and heal first."

"Go!"

"Shao Yu, let me help you!"

"Thank you, sister!" Feng Shaoyu looked at Li Yitong with a sweet and happy smile.

With the help of Li Yitong, Feng Shaoyu came to a cave in Houshan.

"Sister, you can rest assured that such a day will not last long. After the talk, no one will dare to look down upon us."

Li Yitong smiled and nodded: "I believe in you, you will let our Xuanling Sword School revive its glory and restore its prestige. But before that, you have to heal your injuries. You know?"

"This is nature!" Feng Shaoyu nodded.

"Then you heal, I won't bother you."

After speaking, Li Yitong turned and left.

Feng Shaoyu wanted to open his mouth to stop, but stopped, because he knew that Li Yitong was skeptical, although he said that he believed in his mouth.

Ugh! The ancients, everything is fine, it's too rigid. Don't know if everything is possible? Why don't you believe me?

Master, do n't worry about this, do they believe it is important? As long as you believe it yourself!

Feng Shaoyu frowned, nodded, or do you understand me!

By the way, why did your kid suddenly come out?

Nonsense, aren't you going to heal and prepare for war? Can you do it without me?

Shit, can't you be polite?

I also think so, but that's how my master speaks. No way, I also learned from him.

roll!

OK, this is what you said, I'll leave now.

come back! I won't talk nonsense to you, the healing feels more important.

That's right, speak to me politely in the future, you have to know that you're begging me. If you beg for mercy, you have to beg for mercy, you know?

You're bullshit, believe it or not, I'm waste you!

Hehe ... Just smile and don't get angry. Come on, let's get started!

Feng Shaoyu was unable to speak, and time was short, and he didn't want to waste any more time.

So, he took out the Nei Dan, the treasure dragon that he had always treasured. It is the size of an egg, emitting a dark red light, full of energy.

it has started!

Waiting for you!

Then, Feng Shaoyu held Nei Dan in his left hand, secretly had vitality, and slowly pressed Nei Dan in his right hand.

Suddenly, a black hole appeared in the right palm of Feng Shaoyu's palm, and it was swallowed by a huge amount. In a moment, the energy on Nei Dan was swallowed in.

With the inhalation of energy, Feng Shaoyu's pale complexion began to recover blood.

Gradually, his complexion returned to normal.

Of course, this didn't stop there. Then his body gave off a faint light, and the wounds on his chest slowly grew and healed.

A little time passed, and it was early morning on the third day.

This day is also the day when the contest on contest begins.

Feng Shaoyu is still healing in the hole, but his injuries have fully recovered.

Now he really promotes cultivation and consolidates his strength.

Strangely, above his head, there was a little tripod, a bloody little tripod, but it exuded a golden light. It looks very weird and very offensive.

"Get it, work!"

Suddenly, Feng Shaoyu's momentum was restrained, and the moment the light disappeared, the bloody little tripod suspended above his head disappeared.

"Finally broke through to the middle of the" Sword Core ", this feels really good. The strength has soared more than doubled, and now I am more confident to win the championship. Hehe ..." Feng Shaoyu felt it, and the yin and yang feeling excited Laughed.

The middle of the sword core is equivalent to the middle of the Jindan, but its strength is several times stronger than the middle of the Jindan, because his kendo has taken another level, and the strength of the sword in the body is also refined and refined. Overbearing.

Although he is now restrained, he still seems to have a sharp feeling, like a sword without a sheath.

Once out of the sheath, blood will definitely be dyed into the sky!