In the Holy Court Continent, Feng Qingyu's strength was second only to that of the Holy Lord. If it were a fair duel in the void, Zhu Qingjiu would not be his opponent. But here in the Continent of Gods, his strength would be suppressed, and he would probably not be able to defeat Zhu Qingjiu.
This fat man is a little bit mean, but he saved Mu Hanyan's life. Mu Hanyan also sincerely regards him as a teacher. Of course, she does not want the master and disciple to end up in tragedy after just meeting again.
"Don't worry, my dear disciple. I don't even take his strength seriously." The fat man was overjoyed when Mu Hanyan called him "Master". He winked at Mu Hanyan in an extremely obscene way and suddenly slashed out with the long sword in his hand.
It was only after seeing this sword that Mu Hanyan realized that her worries were unnecessary.
Although Feng Qingyu's strength was suppressed, his sword power was more majestic and powerful than before. More importantly, his sword power obviously had a strong restraint on divine arts. In comparison, the suppression brought by the laws of heaven and earth was nothing at all.
Zhu Qingjiu had suffered at the hands of Feng Qingyu and knew how powerful this fat man was. How could he dare to be negligent? He quickly drew out his sword and blocked it in front of him.
The next moment, there was a loud bang and flashes of divine light. Zhu Qingjiu was chopped away by Feng Qingyu along with his sword.
"Puff!" Zhu Qingjiu covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, and blood also flowed out from between his fingers.
"Lord Zhu!" Although Dou Nanshan had heard of Feng Qingyu's power, this was the first time he saw him take action. He didn't expect him to be so powerful, and his expression changed drastically.
"Go, go quickly!" Zhu Qingjiu turned pale with fear and fled, leaving a trail of blood along the way.
Seeing that Zhu Qingjiu ran away without saying a word, Dou Nanshan didn't dare to stay and turned around and ran away as well.
"Eight Wastelands, God Falls!" How could Mu Hanyan let him escape so easily, so she slashed at him with a sword.
"Hun Tian Sword Formation, cut!" Zhuang Ping'an, Sang Qinghe and others also attacked at the same time.
Hundreds of sword beams streaked across the sky at the same time, some strong, some weak, each with its own mysteries, yet they complemented each other, converging into a towering giant sword, slashing towards Dou Nanshan's back.
Feeling the overwhelming might of the Hun Tian Sword Formation, Dou Nanshan's heart tightened. He sped away, slashing back with his sword to block the blow. However, how could he easily block the combined sword strikes of hundreds of descendants of the gods' guardians? Even if he could block them, how could he withstand Mu Hanyan's sword?
There was a sound of blood splattering, and a two-foot-long wound was opened on Dou Nanshan's back. Not to mention the white bones, even his internal organs were clearly visible.
Dou Nanshan, however, was worthy of being the foremost among the divinely blessed priests. He was a supremely powerful being second only to the Divine Lord on the Divine Continent. Both his strength and foresight far surpassed the other divinely blessed priests. With the power of Mu Hanyan and the others' sword strike, he unexpectedly sped up even further. In the blink of an eye, he had flown to Zhu Qingjiu's side, even giving him a hand.
The two of them flew away like shooting stars and disappeared in a moment. Feng Qingyu was about to chase them, but seeing this, he had to stop.
"Young Master Mu!" Although Dou Nanshan and Zhu Qingjiu escaped, Zhuang Ping'an and others were not too disappointed. With the joy of reunion on their faces, they cheered and surrounded Mu Hanyan.
Seeing those sincere smiling faces, Mu Hanyan was also very excited.
"My dear disciple, I have finally found you! Come here and let me hug you." Feng Qingyu also opened his arms and rushed over with a lewd smile on his face.
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