C333 Feng Xian

"Sky Water Plains, Wen Yu?"

Fang Chen heard Qin Zhen's intermittent words, but soon after, his face changed slightly as he realized that Wen Yu and the rest were definitely in danger.

Seeing that Qin Zhen had fainted, Fang Chen picked him up and found a relatively safe place. He let the little mouse stay behind to take care of Qin Zhen while he ran frantically towards the Sky Water Plains.

Wen Yu and the other two had followed him to the central continent. When they were in the west, they had lost to him and were willing to follow him.

Furthermore, they were from the same place after all, so how could Fang Chen not help when he saw that they were in danger?

Fang Chen headed towards the Sky Water Plains as fast as he could. There were still two hours remaining before he reach the Sky Water Plains.

"Wen Yu, you must persevere on."

Fang Chen shouted in his heart, the one who was chasing Qin Zhen just now was a Seventh level of the Qi Hai realm Ranker, and this person was a disciple of the Wind Island.

The Wind Island was an ordinary one star sect and the The strongest of the younger generation s within the sect were only at the early ninth stage of Qi Hai realm. As for the other disciples, they were all at the eighth level of Qi Hai realm, or even Seventh level of the Qi Hai realm.

At a certain place on the Sky Water Plains, a group of people were surrounding and attacking two warriors. Logically speaking, with the strength of the Wind Island disciples, they should have been able to easily kill Wen Yu, but why couldn't they do so for so long?

At this moment, on the Tianshui Plains, there was a very large swamp area. This swamp area was very wide, and the surrounding swamps had a large number of poisonous vines.

And in the middle of the swamp, there was a large rock. It was unknown how Wen Yu and Yue Shan escaped but they had actually safely landed on top of this huge rock.

Around them were many poisonous vines. This was because these poisonous vines had stopped the Wind Island disciples from attacking.

At this time, outside of the swamp, the disciples of Wind Island were launching wave after wave of attacks, but they all failed without exception. Some of the disciples of Wind Island were even killed by the poisonous vines.

Seeing that a long time had passed, the Chief Disciple of the Wind Island, Feng Xian, decided not to waste any more time. He wanted to force his way through the swamp.

"Wen Yu, all of you are dead." Feng Xian said angrily.

Then, Feng Xian explained the situation of the attack to the disciples of the Wind Island, and all of a sudden, the disciples of the Wind Island launched their attacks.

Whoosh …

The poisonous vines in the swamp were releasing a strong poisonous gas to prevent the disciples of the Wind Island from advancing.

While all of the poisonous vines were being attracted by the Wind Island disciples, Feng Xian's figure suddenly leaped, avoiding one of the poisonous vines. He lightly tapped on the swamp with his toe, and borrowed the power of the swamp to leap again.

Just like that, Feng Xian managed to dodge the poison vines' attack, and he got closer and closer to the big rock in the middle of the swamp.

Seeing that, Wen Yu and Situ Po's face changed. Even though both of them were heavily injured, they were not willing to surrender.

"Kill!"

Following Wen Yu's angry roar, the two of them used all their strength to unleash a wild attack, in an attempt to block Feng Xian's advance.

"You think you can stop me?" Feng Xian leaped into the air, his figure flickering as he approached Wen Yu and Situ Po. Just at this time, the attacks of the two people had arrived, Feng Xian ingeniously dodged their attacks, and appeared on the big boulder.

"Are all of you still going to struggle at death's door?"

Feng Xian squinted his eyes, looking at the injured Wen Yu and Situ Po.

Currently, one of Wen Yu's arms had been cut off by Feng Xian while he was fighting, while the other one had had one of his legs cut off. If not for the fact that the two of them had reached Seventh level of the Qi Hai realm, they would not have been able to hold on until now.

"I wonder how Qin Zhen is doing."

In the battle, Qin Zhen escaped, but there were still Wind Island disciples chasing after Qin Zhen. The two of them clearly knew that they could not live, so they might as well not attack.

"Feng Xian, you bastard." Wen Yu looked angrily at Feng Xian, and said coldly.

Just as they were about to enter the God Illusion dimension, Wen Yu and the other two coincidentally met, the three of them continued to explore, and finally found a peculiar place. Just as they were about to go all out, they suddenly met the Wind Island disciples.

Soon after, they were chased by the Wind Island disciples. Feng Xian only had one goal in mind, and that was to prevent the news from spreading.

"Hmph, with your little strength, you want to snatch the inheritance from me, Feng Xian? You are courting death." Feng Xian squinted his eyes, looking at Wen Yu and Situ Po.

"You will be punished." Situ Po sat on the rock and said angrily.

"I've never believed in retribution." Feng Xian laughed, he slowly extended his hand, preparing to kill Wen Yu and his.

However, right at this moment, miserable screams suddenly sounded out from the Tianshui Plains outside the marshland.

Feng Xian turned his head and saw only a long sword, and then a hundred miles of ice.

"Who is it?" Seeing the disciples of the Wind Island fall one by one, Feng Xian angrily roared.

Whoosh …

Fang Chen was very fast when he killed the ordinary disciples, and he used all of his strength to seal the Wind Island's disciples with a hundred meters of ice.

After doing all of this, Fang Chen's feet lightly tapped the ground and he directly rushed towards the stone in the middle of the swamp.

Seeing this, Feng Xian narrowed his eyes and smiled: "If you want to save them, there is no chance for you."

Feng Xian clenched his hands into fists, and suddenly punched towards Wen Yu and Situ Po. He was confident that before he could kill Wen Yu and Wen Yu, this warrior would not be able to make it here.

Whoosh …

However, just as Feng Xian's fist was about to come into contact with the two, he suddenly felt a wave of ice that penetrated his heart and sealed him in ice.

After Fang Chen executed the one hundred meter ice seal, even the poisonous vines in the marshland were frozen over. Using this chance, Fang Chen instantly rushed to the top of the stone.

And it was also at this time that Feng Xian, who was in the early stages of the ninth stage of Qi Hai realm, finally shattered the ice seal and recovered his freedom. The first thing he did after recovering his freedom was to once again punch out and kill Wen Yu and Situ Po.

But, how could Fang Chen give him that chance?

Whoosh …

The Star-Hidden Sword waved its hand and the Sword-light of fire and water instantly pierced into Feng Xian's body. He screamed and fell into the swamp.

"Are you guys okay?" Fang Chen looked at Wen Yu who had lost an arm and a broken leg, and a hint of killing intent surfaced in his eyes.

"Brother Fang, you saved us again …." Wen Yu looked at Fang Chen and laughed.

At this moment, a miserable scream came from the swamp. Then, Feng Xian, who was like a clay figurine, shot out and stood on the Tianshui Plains.

"Brat, I don't care who you are. If you dare to stop me, Feng Xian, you will die for sure!" Feng Xian roared in anger.

Just then, when he was caught off guard, Fang Chen's sword pierced him. Luckily, he dodged in time and did not harm his vitals.

"Please wait a moment." Fang Chen said lightly before turning his head to look at Feng Xian.

"A disciple of the Wind Island?" Fang Chen said.

"Boy, you know that I am the Chief Disciple of the Wind Island, Feng Xian. You still dare to make a move? Are you tired of living?"

"Is the Wind Island very powerful?" Fang Chen replied with a question: "If I tell you that I'm Baimei Sword Sect's disciple, would you want to kneel down and lick me?"

Hearing Fang Chen's words, Feng Xian became even more furious, he thought Fang Chen was mocking him.

"Kid, I will make you die without a burial ground." Feng Xian roared in anger.

With a flick of Fang Chen's wrist, the hundred-meter-long ice seal was unleashed once more. With the poisonous vine being frozen, he easily appeared on the Sky Water Plains.

"Even if you do not kill me, I will not let you go."

After seeing Wen Yu's and Situ Po's injuries, Fang Chen made a decision, and that was to kill Feng Xian.

Feng Xian's cultivation was only at the early ninth level of Qi Hai realm, but compared to the Wang Xiao of the Wang Family in the Moon Continent, it was not even worth mentioning.

Wang Xiao's cultivation was only at the early ninth level of Qi Hai realm, but he was much stronger than Feng Xian. This was the difference between a large power and a small power.

Facing Feng Xian, Fang Chen was not afraid at all.

Gripping the Star-Hidden Sword in his hand, Fang Chen fiercely unleashed the seventh level of the Water-Fire Sword Art. The boundless Sword-light of fire and water directly pierced towards Feng Xian.

"You're courting death."

Feng Xian roared furiously and clenched his fists. A dense Concept of Wind emerged around his body and fused into his fist. He punched out, and suddenly, there were over a hundred fist shadows in the sky.

Bang Bang Bang...

Under the control of the Star-Hidden Sword, the Sword-light of fire and water continuously struck the fist shadows, causing violent sounds to erupt.

Just as Feng Xian was going all out against Fang Chen's Water-Fire Sword Art, Fang Chen suddenly unleashed the Great Net Soul Killing Flame.

Although the Da Lou Soul Killing Flame had only reached the first layer, Fang Chen had become more proficient in controlling the soul since becoming a Soul Cultivator.

Whoosh …

In the sky, a flame condensed. Caught off guard, it drilled straight into Feng Xian's mind. Feng Xian immediately let out a miserable scream. He channeled his soul in an attempt to refine the flame.

It was at this time that Fang Chen used the Water-Fire Sword Art once again.

However, right at this moment, within Fang Chen's body, his heart was rapidly beating gold. In his mind, an incomparably rich water and fire origin energy appeared.

"This …"

Fang Chen noticed and his face was filled with excitement.

Seventh floor of the Water-Fire Sword Art, metaplasia.

Just a moment ago, Fang Chen had successfully comprehended the seventh floor of the Water-Fire Sword Art.

Whoosh …

Fang Chen unleashed the's seventh floor of the metaplasia as the Star-Hidden Sword ruthlessly pierced into Feng Xian's body.

Puff …

Feng Xian was currently using all his strength to defend against Fang Chen's soul attack, he simply had no time to resist Fang Chen's Water-Fire Sword Art.

When the Star-Hidden Sword pierced Feng Xian's body, his face revealed a look of unwillingness.

Bang

Fang Chen took out his Star-Hidden Sword, and Feng Xian's body slowly fell to the ground.

"I can't accept it." Feng Xian's voice was hoarse as he spoke the last sentence, and he lost all life.

At this critical moment, the Water-Fire Sword Art had reached the seventh level of metaplasia, allowing Fang Chen to do the same. After killing Feng Xian, Fang Chen once again came to the large rock in the swamp.