After listening to Feng Wuchen's suggestion, Yuanwu felt a little ridiculous.

How could a nobody be qualified to negotiate terms with him?

"Forget it? Who do you think you are, you dare to tell me to forget it? You want to protect her? Then I will kill you first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Wu was already holding a long sword and slashing towards Feng Wuchen. He slashed in front of the latter and shouted loudly: "Get away!"

Seeing this, Feng Wuchen's eyes flashed with a stern look, and with his sword fingers together, he easily stopped the opponent's sword. Immediately, with a slight frown, he asked: "Are you sure you won't give up?"

Seeing Feng Wuchen catch his sword, Yuanwu's eyes sternly turned on, and he suddenly turned on his fire: "I told you, you have no right to ask me to stop!"

"boom!"

The cultivation of the mid-level Yuanwu Tianzun realm spread violently, and the onlookers around him immediately avoided his sharpness. At the same time, the sympathy in their eyes became stronger.

Yuanwu is the most talented person among the younger generation of Chiyang Sect, and he is famous for his arrogant temperament. Once he is targeted, he will probably fight to the death.

This man and woman are in danger...

At this moment, Feng Wuchen's patience had been exhausted.

In his opinion, although the Chiyang Sect's true successor was at fault first, Jiang Xueer was not a person who would suffer losses after all. She cut off the opponent's arm with a sword, which was considered even, and he did not want to pursue it too much.

.

Who would have thought that his forbearance for a time would actually allow the other party to push further and further.

"good!"

Feng Wuchen gave a soft drink, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and soon, a thought came into his mind.

"Buzz!"

Then he saw the long sword in Yuanwu's palm trembling, and in his incredible eyes, it came out.

"What……"

When Yuan Wu exclaimed.

Feng Wuchen's sword eyes shot up to the sky with sword light.

The next moment.

"Yin!"

The long sword cut down.

"laugh!"

After the sound of iron cutting through flesh and blood, Yuan Wu screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

"Ah...ah!"

I saw his slightly burly body flying backwards, covered in blood, and fell into the middle of a group of Chiyang Sect disciples. How embarrassed was he?

"Third Senior Brother..."

Seeing Yuan Wu's tragic situation, all the Chiyang Sect disciples were dumbfounded.

Just because at this moment, Yuan Wu's arms had been cut off by the roots, with blood pouring out, his face turned pale in pain, sweating like rain, and he kept screaming.

After a long time, I realized that the look in Feng Wuchen's eyes was completely different.

"He...he cut off the third senior brother's arm..."

But not only the people of Chiyang Sect, but also the surrounding spectators rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

"I'll go...Yuanwu actually lost?"

"How did he take action just now? Did you see it clearly?"

"Not at all! I only saw a flash of sword light, and Yuan Wu's body flew out..."

"This person's cultivation level is at least at the late stage of Tianzun Realm! That little girl actually has such a backing?"

"..."

While everyone was discussing, Na Yuanwu endured the pain and stood up.

"My hand...my hand..."

He pushed forward his cultivation with all his strength, hoping to reattach the two broken arms.

However, the strange thing is that the two short arms were clearly chopped off for no more than a moment, but they were like dead objects and could no longer be integrated with his body.

"How could it be..." Yuan Wu swallowed and was stunned for a moment, then he roared at Feng Wuchen with a ferocious face: "You cut off the soul of my arms... you... how did you

dare……"

Feng Wuchen said indifferently: "Isn't it incredible... Since I have chosen to take action, is it possible that I still have to leave some room? If my skills are not as good as others today, I believe that our end will only be worse than yours!"

"You...ah!"

Yuan Wu looked up to the sky and roared.

He is a sword cultivator, and all his skills lie in his hands.

Now that his arms have been chopped off, his cultivation is all gone. In the future, he will no longer be considered a genius.

Thinking of this, he couldn't accept it for a while, and his spirit also collapsed. There was a faint black light in his eyes, which was obviously a sign of going crazy...

"You dare to cripple my arms... You dare to cripple my arms..." After muttering to himself for a moment, Yuan Wu's tone suddenly rose again: "I, the elder of Chiyang Sect, will definitely avenge me, and I will kill you no matter where I am in the world."

Kill them all! You will definitely regret what you did today."

Feng Wuchen gave a smile that was not salty but said: "Want to take revenge? Okay! Then please tell the losers of Chiyang Sect that the person who cut off your arms today is Feng Wuchen. If you want to take revenge,

, the Purple Nether Sky Sword King City welcomes you at any time!”

"..."

Purple Nether Sky Sword King City!

Windless!

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into dead silence.

Just because at this moment, everyone present had already guessed Feng Wuchen's identity.

After a brief silence, the crowd instantly exploded.

"He...could he be...the legendary Heaven-Suppressing Sword King?"

"Hiss! He hasn't entered this underground palace yet?"

"No wonder he is not afraid of the Chiyang Sect, it turns out he is the Heaven-Suppressing Sword King Feng Wuchen!"

Among the crowd, there was also the famous name of Daotou Qing Zhi Feng Wuchen.

"Feng Wuchen? Who is it? More powerful than Chiyang Sect?"

As soon as he said this, he was immediately scolded by the other spectators: "Tsk! Ignorant young man, you don't know the name of the Sky-Suppressing Sword King? I tell you, even if there are ten Chiyang Sects, they cannot be the opponent of the Sky-Suppressing Sword King!

"

"Do you know the Wanyan family of Ziyoutian? Their ancestor Wanyan Bubai was a strong man on the same level as the Nine Emperors, but he also died at the hands of the Heaven-Suppressing Sword King!"

"It's just... what is the background of the woman next to him? She is clearly only at the Heavenly King realm, but she can let King Zhentian Sword King call her senior sister?"

"..."

While everyone was talking about it, Yuan Wu felt his head buzzing.

At this moment, for him, it seemed as if the sky had fallen.

For a moment, he only felt that his legs were weak, and he knelt down directly on the ground, his eyes were dull, and even those little black lights had completely disappeared.

Previously, because his arms were cut off, hatred and anger were mixed together, which gave him signs of becoming a demon.

But now that he knew the identity of the person who cut off his arms, he couldn't even think of revenge.

He knew that in front of the Heaven-Suppressing Sword King's Mansion, his Chiyang Sect was just an ant-like existence, and he had no qualifications to confront the opponent head-on.

At this moment, countless regrets poured into my heart.

Before that, the other party clearly planned to let him go!

In fact, if this matter is handled properly, it will be a chance to be appreciated by the Heaven-Suppressing Sword King.

However, all of this has been ruined by him, and even now he has offended the other party. If the other party persists for a long time, his Chiyang Sect will also face disaster!

"..."

Of course, Yuan Wu's worries were purely overthinking.

After all, in Feng Wuchen's eyes, both Yuanwu and the rest of the Celestial Beings of the Chiyang Sect are just ants.

A petty fight at this level cannot rise to the level of annihilation.

Even if Jiang Xueer didn't suffer any loss, he didn't want to pursue it.
Chapter completed!