However, no one responded to Chu Xuanye.

Gu Ling, the only one who knew Feng Yu's strength, was also staring at the picture in the light screen in a daze, and his eyes drooped slightly.

Yu Chu clenched his fists, unable to understand why Feng Yu had such strength.

Suddenly, seeing only 10 seconds left on the light screen, she curled her lips and sneered.

So what if he is strong? With ten seconds left, she wants to see how he breaks the formation!

At this time—

The spiritual light gradually faded, and it turned out that Feng Yu's sword overwhelmed the axe sculpture!

The giant blade was slashed down with the long sword, and the hand holding the axe sculpture was cut down like that! The arm fell to the ground and was instantly broken!

And it's not finished yet!

Feng Yu jumped up and stepped on the other arm of the Axe sculpture, and cut off the Axe sculpture again!

"The wind breaks the country!"

"The wind breaks the country!"

"The wind breaks the country!"

Feng Yu used the same spiritual technique again and again around the axe sculpture, and the axe sculpture, which was originally murderous intent, turned into gravel under Feng Yu's repeated fierce attacks!

As the axe sculpture was broken, the entire light screen disappeared, and Feng Yu and Yun Qingyu also appeared in front of everyone. Yun Qingyu took the magic fairy pen to his palm and then reached it in front of Feng Yu.

Feng Yu raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you also a formation master?"

Yun Qingyu took his hand over, spread the slender jade fingers apart, put the wonderful immortal pen in his palm, and said, "So many people are watching me have two holy weapons, aren't it the target of public criticism?"

Looking at the helpless Yun Qingyun, Feng Yu laughed softly. When did this girl be afraid of it?

It was obvious that I felt sorry for him, but I didn't say it.

It's also his fault.

Feng Yu put away the Miaoxian pen, then wrapped her hands in her palm, lowered her head: "It makes you worry."

If it weren't for the blessing of spiritual skills, he wouldn't be fully sure of killing the axe sculpture in close proximity.

Yun Qingxu snorted lightly: "What are the young masters worried about? Your Highness is so powerful, even his own spiritual skills are created. What are I worried about?"

Feng Yu reached out and touched Yun Qingqing's head, lowered his head and leaned against her face, his voice low and hoarse: "No more."

"Okay, someone is here." Yun Qingxu looked at the opposite side.

At this time, Yu Chun, who had left before, just came back, and an old man wearing a crane cloak and gray hair was followed by him.

Seeing the old man, the disciples of Yuyin Valley reacted the most. They all showed surprise.

Even Yu Chu spoke in surprise: "Elder Yin, why are you here?"

When the disciples of Jizhu Valley and Xiaoyao Valley heard that the disciples of Yuyin Valley called the old man Elder Yin, their faces changed.

Yu Qingrao asked coldly: "Aren't the only disciples participating in the competition able to enter the mine? Are you going to violate the agreement in Yuyin Valley?"

However, Yu Chun sneered and pointed at Yun Qingyu and Feng Yu: "Elder Yin! It's them! She has the Ling Tian Lock on her hand! The wonderful immortal pen should have fallen into their hands now!"

Elder Yin looked at Yun Qingyu and Feng Yu, and his old eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was hoarse and gloomy: "Take the holy weapon out and spare you all!"

Yun Qingyu raised his eyebrows and looked at Yu Chu on the side: "Young Master Yu, are you Yuyin Valley really going to break the rules?"

Yu Chu stood next to Elder Yin in silence and whispered to him. Elder Yin's sharp eyes shot towards Yun Qingyun and Feng Yu like an arrow, with murderous intent in it!
Chapter completed!