Generally speaking, Feng Yin Daoist Master was a man of simple character and pure moral integrity. When he was a member of the Standing Committee of the Wanxian League, he had always been low-key and modest. Therefore, even the Nine Regions cultivators who were most looking forward to his victory did not expect that he would use this kind of tasteless trick.
For a time, the battlefield was completely silent. Feng Yin Daoist Master turned his head sideways, seemingly a bit embarrassed. This tasteless way to win was not his intention. It was just that when Herrington went all out to fight against the Galaxy Sword, his flaws were so big that he, as a practical cultivator, could not hold back.
It could be seen that Herrington's actual combat experience was very shallow. He had been hiding behind Billy all his life as an advisor, giving advice and foreseeing the future. Although he had a more detached posture than Billy, it also caused him to seriously lack actual combat experience, especially in the face of a powerhouse of the same level. He inherited the power of the Pope, but he could not inherit the Pope's actual combat experience. In the face of an opponent like Feng Yin, he would lose everything in just one move.
In Nine Regions, a cultivator who relied on his experience to bully a newcomer was not honorable. Therefore, although Feng Yin didn't show any mercy in his victory, thinking that there was a group of onlookers not far away, he couldn't bear to lose face.
"Good move." Although Herrington had a sharp sword on his body, he was not in a hurry. "But do you think you've won? Then cut it down. "
Feng Yin chuckled. "I have also heard of the Holy Light Religion's Immortal Body."
When the Holy Light Religion's believers reached the level of Holy Light Religion, they basically had the ability to come back from the dead. Although this ability had a strong limitation, it was still a heaven defying ability. Although Feng Yin had gained a temporary advantage, not to mention that when he launched the Galaxy Sword, he had consumed a lot of magical power, which was not enough for him to use his full strength. Although his sword momentum was fast, it might not be able to break Herrington's Pope's robe. Moreover, even if it was broken, the opponent could still come back from the dead. At most, he lost one move, which was not important.
Feng Yin said, "It's not easy to kill you, but conversely, it's not easy for you to win against me."
Herrington did not say a word. He waved his scepter with all his strength and once again touched the line of cause and effect, regardless of Feng Yin's sword on his neck.
It was clear that he would rather sacrifice his life to continue fighting. Although his combat experience was lacking, his will to fight did not lose to anyone. After his friend of many years, Billy, fell, he must support the sky for Holy Light Religion at all costs.
However, at this time, Feng Yin withdrew his sword. "Enough, there's no need to continue this fight."
As he spoke, he retreated backwards. His figure drifted erratically as he nimbly moved around the myriad of Karmic Threads controlled by Harrington. It was as if he was dancing on the tip of a needle, nimble and swift. In the blink of an eye, he had returned to the camp of the Nine Regions cultivators.
Herrington of Herrington's words. "Herrington, Feng Yin said," I, I, Feng, I, I, I, I, Holy light, I, I, Feng, Feng, I, I, I, Sect, I, I, Lu, I, Feng, I, I, Feng, Feng,
Feng Yin smiled and said, "Do you remember the conditions of our initial fight? If we win all three battles, please promise us two conditions. First, open the Golden King's Treasure House and let us find what we want. "
Herrington coldly said, "Yes, but the future that I foresee is that you will be defeated in two battles and repent for thousands of years under the purification of the Holy Light!"
Feng Yin's smile became brighter. "Since you're so good at foreseeing the future, have you ever foreseen that we have already got what we want?"
While speaking, he suddenly stretched out his right hand and opened his palm. A simple and unadorned block like a seal appeared in the palm of his hand. Seeing that block, Herrington slightly frowned because he could not see through it. He just faintly felt that this block seemed to be inextricably linked to the Golden King's Treasure House.
"This is the purpose of our Nine Regions cultivators coming to the Western Continent."
Herrington's brows wrinkled even tighter. He secretly launched his Great Prophecy Technique. His eyes penetrated through the river of time and cause and effect. Following the block in Feng Yin's hand, he soon saw a group of young Nine Regions cultivators. Holding the block, they quietly crossed the battlefield under the cover of an Elder-level cultivator. Taking advantage of the fierce battle in the sky, they sneaked into the camp of Nine Regions people from the ruins of Taobao City and sent the block to Feng Yin's hand with a spell.
Looking back, Herrington was shocked to see that those young Nine Regions cultivators actually came out from the Golden King's Treasure House! And the one who led them was impressively the culprit who stirred up trouble in Brettonia, the legendary gigolo of the Knight King! He was also the primary target of Faceless One, Paul, Ferdinand, and the others!
At this moment, his appearance meant that the operation of Faceless One and the others had failed, and those who participated in the hunt might have fallen. What was even more fatal was that, while those Nine Regions cultivators got rid of Faceless One and the others, they also got the key of Nine Regions people from the Treasure House!
This meant that...
While putting away the key of the group of immortal tombs, Feng Yin lightly said, "The meaning of our victory no longer exists. Even if we win all three battles, you can't get the second key of the group of immortal tombs. Not to mention, I'm afraid the Golden King's Treasure House is not under your control, so what's the point of gambling?"
Herrington was silent, but his grip on the scepter tightened.
Did the Nine Regions people want to just leave like that? After causing the fall of three Holy Ones of Holy Light Religion, including the Pope himself, and destroying the King's Treasure House, the biggest strategic foundation of Holy Light Religion in the past hundred years, they just want to pat their butts and leave?
"Calm down, it's not good for anyone to continue fighting." Feng Yin advised, "Your noble religion's vitality has been damaged, so the most urgent thing is to recuperate and lick the wound. If you insist on forcing the war, perhaps we will suffer losses, but your noble religion's loss will be incalculable, and the ten thousand years old religion will fall apart and cease to exist."
"In your dreams!"
Feng Yin said, "No, this is the calculated future."
With that, he gently waved his hand, and a flying sword flew out like lightning.
Herrington ignored this. He had the Holy Robe left by the Pope, so his defensive ability was quite strong. This kind of understated attack was simply not enough...
Puff!
A muffled sound of metal penetrating flesh was heard. Herrington felt a chill on his chest. When he looked down, he saw that Feng Yin's flying sword had penetrated his chest, leaving only the hilt and a small part of the sword stuck in his chest. The sword was engraved with a simple and unadorned Nine Regions character, which seemed to be a prop used by the other party to cast the Great Change Technique.
However, this prop-like sword could directly penetrate the defense of the Holy Robe, trampling all the defensive principles and power under its feet, causing a fatal result. It was as if the Heaven was destined to make it drink blood, like … like a karmic attack.
In amazement, Herrington's body has involuntarily turned into Holy Light. This was the spontaneous activation of the resurrection ability of a Holy One. A moment later, the light gathered again, and his body also returned to its original state. The long sword in his chest disappeared, the wound healed, and even the broken Holy Robe was repaired.
However, the cold pain in his chest still remained, reminding him of what had just happened. The coldness in the pain was like a freeze that made him unable to move.
"Okay, let's go."
Feng Yin said and beckoned the Nine Regions cultivators who were watching the battle to leave. Although the cultivators were somewhat inexplicable and couldn't see what had happened, Feng Yin's Star River Overflowing Sword and Karmic Piercing Flying Sword had successfully shocked the audience, making them involuntarily obey his orders.
When the Nine Regions people left, the Holy Light Religion was in an uproar. Several Archbishops couldn't help but want to fly out to stop them, but they found that there seemed to be an invisible barrier in front of them. No matter what, they couldn't go forward.
"That's enough, go back."
Herrington's weak voice came from the sky, and then he slowly landed. His face was full of vicissitudes, and his eyebrows seemed to have aged a lot.
"Why?"
An Archbishop could not restrain himself and asked, "Let them go just like that? Where would the face of our Holy Light Religion be? How could we … "
Herrington's voice became stern. "In the next fifty years or even one hundred years, we must recuperate and must not lightly start a war. Do you think we only have one opponent, the Nine Regions cultivators? Countless people in the continent are looking forward to the destruction of Holy Light Religion. Otherwise, how could these Nine Regions cultivators come here? At this time, acting on impulse is irresponsible to the thousands of years of foundation of Holy Light Religion and the sea of Holy Light! "
The stern reprimand barely suppressed people's doubts. However, perhaps only Herrington himself knew that the reason why he didn't dare to go forward to kill them was because … the other party's last sword had completely shattered his fighting spirit.
The flying sword didn't look impressive, and the flying sword itself didn't have much power. However, it pierced through time and space, arriving in front of him through the karmic threads. This method didn't require any complicated techniques, and it wasn't as brilliant and all-encompassing as the Great Prophecy Technique. However, it was extremely sharp, and one sword could break through all techniques. Even if he understood it, he was powerless to stop it.
Perhaps if Billy the Third was here, he could suppress the opponent with fair and square strength. However, for Herrington, who was accustomed to relying on prophecy technique, Feng Yin was simply the perfect opponent to restrain him.
Feng Yin could kill him once, so he could kill him a second time.
If they continued to fight, it was really unnecessary. It would simply be throwing away one's life in vain.
Looking at the back of the Nine Regions cultivators that were constantly going away, Herrington's heart was like dead ashes, and his Holy Light was dim.
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On the other side, the Nine Regions people who returned to the capital were talking about it.
The mystery of Feng Yin's last sword strike was only known to the two parties involved. In other people's view, the beginning and the end of the fight were somewhat inexplicable. However, one thing was clear.
Their purpose of crossing the endless sea to the west had been achieved. The key to open the group of immortal tombs had been taken by Feng Yin Daoist Master.
And the person who really achieved this goal was Wang Lu, but at this time, he was in a delicate predicament.
"Wang Lu, I think it's time for us to say goodbye."
Aya faintly smiled. In her green eyes, there was a complex mixture of heroic spirit and tenderness.
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