Dressed in red, the reflection of the figure was like a flower dancing in the wind, her white hands guiding, the supreme technique of the Blue Clouds sect, 'Divine Sword Wielding Lightning True Formula', displayed in her hands like this, the vast might of the heavens, the sharp sword qi pierced through the blue dome of heaven, at this moment, there was a majestic might that could seize the heaven and earth, like a lightning serpent crisscrossing the nine heavens.
On the ship that she stepped on, and even in the Turkic camp on the shore, there was no one who did not feel a chill in their heart. Song Lu opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but he found that he could not say anything. Although she was a woman, but at this moment, this scene, it could only be described as' looking down on the world '.
Song Lu could even feel the disdain in her eyes.
"I, Fu Hongyan, spread my wings above the nine heavens, looking down on the world, I have never attached myself to others. My pride, my backbone, my dignity, everything is entrusted to my sword, Hongyan, in this life, I am independent and strong, everything that my identity as a woman has brought me, everything that I have lost, I will use my sword to take back! "
With a proud and condescending gaze, looking down from the sky, that figure dressed in red like blood let out a long roar, the sky was filled with lightning, thunder rumbled, spreading far and wide, as if tearing the world apart.
At this moment, even the people on the ship could not withstand this terrifying pressure. Song Lu's expression was dazed, his face pale and his beard disheveled, as if he had suffered a great humiliation and blow. Song Shidao did not know what he saw from Fu Hongyan's eyes, he only supported his uncle, looking at that domineering figure in the sky.
And Li Yuanji was in a state of panic, he did not even have the interest to glance at the corpse at his feet, like a stray dog, he curled up to avoid Fu Hongyan's gaze.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye, at this time, someone in the Turkic camp finally reacted, roaring: "How dare you!"
A Turkic expert with a high nose, deep eyes, and disheveled beard gripped a steel spear as he thundered out of the tent. As he stared at Fu Hongyan on the mast, the muscles in his body tightened like a bowstring, his entire body bent into three bows. His chest and arms formed a bow, his waist and legs formed a bow, and finally, his eyes and energy formed a bow.
Like a marble statue, his solidified body accumulated a copious amount of power. The long spear in his hand was like an arrow, and his power and true energy poured out. The long spear was like a shooting star, shooting upwards.
"Fool!" Lu Li said coldly.
Just as the spear was about to strike, the thunder and lightning in the sky seemed to have found a vent. The thunder pythons and electric snakes intertwined and converged together at the speed of light, striking down along the fine steel spear.
The Turkic expert did not even have the chance to make a sound before his body was melted into charcoal by the lightning. The half-melted spear stabbed into the ground next to him, and the thunder and lightning that had been accumulating in the sky seemed to have found their leader, and thousands of lightning bolts surged toward the Turkic camp.
With the steel spear as the center, thousands of lightning bolts surged, bringing with them a terrifying aura of destruction.
"God … God!" Li Yuanji trembled in fear, his body going limp on the ground.
Fu Hongyan was completely unaware of the impact that the sight of her wielding heavenly retribution had on the people present. She did not even care who the Thunderwield True Art of the Godly Sword had killed. Only those who could survive the lightning bolts were worthy of her attention.
"There is a beauty in the north, peerless and independent. A single sword can topple a city, and a single glance can topple a country. Who knows whether to topple a city or a country? Beauties are hard to come by! " Lu Li softly murmured, and then she gave a deep sigh, "As expected of the Supreme Beauty, a woman of astonishing talent who has fused the two paths of cultivation and martial arts together. To be able to fuse the Thunderwield True Art of the Godly Sword with her Hongyan Swordplay …"
Lu Li's eyes were filled with bitterness, and she sighed, "In comparison, a fellow like me who can't even control the cheat that I came across, really … If Hongyan were to meet that fellow … That would be the most suitable! "
Chen Ang's figure appeared in his mind. He knew that beneath Fu Hongyan's bewitching exterior was a crazy and proud heart. If she were to meet Chen Ang, she would either be reborn from her frenzied pursuit of power, gaining the power to look down on all. Or she would lose herself in her obsession with power.
At this moment, the Turkic camp had been completely ravaged by the lightning, and the three thousand elite Turkic soldiers had been reduced to a pile of charred corpses. Countless famous Turkic experts, some of whom were no less famous than Song Lu and Song Zhi, had been reduced to ashes before their eyes. At some point, Ning Daoqi had also arrived at Lu Li's side. Looking at the surging lightning in the sky, his eyes were filled with yearning and complicated emotions.
The Turkic Khagan and three other Turkic experts were surrounded by sharp zhenqi that did not belong to this world, and they struggled in the hellish lightning. Although they were in a sorry state, their lives were not in danger.
Seeing this, Song Lu turned to Fu Hongyan and advised, "Miss Fu, the ignorant Turkic barbarians have offended you. You can kill them, but you can't kill the Turkic Khagan!" Song Zhi also chimed in, "The Turkic Crown Prince is seeking his own death, but you can't kill the Turkic Khagan! If the Turkic Khagan were to invade our borders, we would all be sinners … "
But it was hard to tell whether Fu Hongyan had heard their words or not. She slowly walked toward the center of the lightning, and the moment the violent lightning came into contact with her sword qi, it turned into gentle flowing water that intertwined with her zhenqi. Brilliant flashes of light surrounded the red-robed beauty, beautiful and dangerous.
The crowd could only watch as she walked up to the Turkic Khagan, raised her sword to her eyebrows, and with a sweet smile, a shadow of her sword abruptly cut through the air. As if painting a painting, Fu Hongyan wielded her Sword Intent, connecting with the lightning in the sky.
"Fu Hongyan! Stop! "Hasim finally stood up and tried to stop her.
"Don't you know that it is difficult to find a beauty that can topple a city and a country?" For the first time, the Hongyan Swordsmanship that cultivated both martial and zhenqi was displayed in this world. Amidst the lightning, the silhouette of a peerless beauty suddenly appeared. It was as if Fu Hongyan was smiling sweetly. But Hasim looked as if his father had died, and he roared in Turkish.
The Divine Fire zhenqi that he exerted with all his might was like a piece of paper in the face of the beauty formed by the lightning zhenqi, unable to withstand a single blow.
In God's Space, Hasim had heard of this woman who wanted to practice both Cultivation and Martial Arts. But because of his religion, he looked down on women from the bottom of his heart. He thought that Fu Hongyan was just a plaything controlled by men. But it was not until this time, when he faced Fu Hongyan and combined the two self-created Hongyan Swordsmanship, that he understood for the first time how terrible this woman was.
"Who the hell told me that Fu Hongyan is a woman who doesn't care about her appearance?" Hasim shouted in Turkic. "She is a narcissist! Crazy! Narcissism has reached the threshold of God! "
If it was not a narcissist, who would create an absolutely perfect self in the sword intent?
If it was not a crazy person, how could she reach the threshold of God just because she fell in love with him?
The Hongyan Swordsmanship was a poem created by a narcissist who fell in love with him wholeheartedly and praised himself. This was a sword art that cultivated both Fu Hongyan and her Sword Intent Yuan Shen together. No wonder Fu Hongyan could use the Thunder Controlling True Spell to cleanse the earth and the Ghost Slaying Godly Sword Intent to kill all the powerhouses who were fearless against the Heavenly Thunder.
The Turkic Khan was not even able to hold on for a second, and his head was cut off by the Hongyan Swordsmanship covered with lightning.
This time, Hasim really let out a heart-wrenching scream.
He shouted crazily, "Fu Hongyan, Shenwu, I'm not done with you!"
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