Hearing this voice full of arrogance, Sui Feng did not retreat, raised his head and looked at the past.

In front of him were two figures sitting on the Taishi's chair, one was a middle-aged man. With a sturdy and thin face, a chin full of stubble, high bulging temples, and a few deep furrows on his forehead, he looks like a master of the house. It's just that he has two crutches in his hand, and a pair of legs and feet are curled up, which looks like he should be crippled.

Tsai looked at his face carefully, and finally found some images from the corners of his mind. Squinting his eyes, no matter how he looks at it, he is connected to the head of the Liu family who can be equal to his father in his memory, and is extremely bold and decisive. In addition to the resentment against his father and mother who killed him, there was also a bit of sadness about the hero's loneliness. Even so, his heart was as clear as a mirror that the person in front of him was Murong Zhenlong.

"We're meeting again, Brother Suifeng. On one side, another figure spoke faintly, attracting the attention of Sui Feng.

Sui Feng glanced over his head coldly, and the person sitting on the other Taishi chair was dressed in purple, with a mighty expression and an extraordinary appearance, who else could there be if it wasn't Murong Xuanfeng?

Murong Xuanfeng saw the appearance of the old god with the wind, and there was no trace of nervousness. Immediately, his brows were furrowed, and the young man in front of him was too unbelievable. As soon as he and Murong Qingfeng came back from the outside world, they heard that someone had the audacity to break in, and by the time they came to the backyard, there were so many descendants who had already died cleanly. It wasn't until just now that he knew that this mysterious person who had eaten the gall of an ambitious leopard turned out to be Suifeng!

"Yes, we met again, we said goodbye in a hurry at the foot of Pangu Mountain that day, Brother Murong's demeanor is still the same, but I didn't expect us to meet again so soon. Why, are you going to stop me like your Qingfeng brothers today?" Sui Feng's expression was faint, as if he didn't take Murong Xuanfeng in his eyes at all.

Sui Feng said that these intentions were very obvious, and he wanted to deliberately provoke Murong Xuanfeng so that he would lose his cool for a while. He had already quietly probed with his spiritual sense when he was talking just now, and this Murong Zhenlong's practice really went wrong. Although he is still nominally an innate master, his strength has decreased too much. Just give him a few breaths, and he will be sure to kill him on the spot.

And although Murong Xuanfeng didn't move, his spiritual sense had already locked on Suifeng. If he rashly made a move against Murong Zhenlong, he would only attract a strong blow from Murong Xuanfeng, and then not only would he not be able to kill Murong Zhenlong, but he would even be in it.

And Murong Xuanfeng is also patiently waiting for Sui Feng to reveal his flaws, although he is better than Sui Feng in terms of skill, but he may not be injured if he really fights. The so-called wounded enemy is 1,000, and he loses 800 himself, and he doesn't want to pay too much price for such a senseless thing. Because of this, their seemingly ordinary conversation has already been-for-tat, and there has been a storm.

"Are you the son of Suitian, with the wind? Sure enough, the hero is a young man, I'm afraid it's not much better than Xuanfeng, right?" Just as the two were confronting each other, Murong Zhenlong, who had been silent on the side, was completely complacent, without a trace of nervousness at all, but smiled slightly, looking up and down with some appreciation.

Hearing Murong Zhenlong speak, it was Murong Xuanfeng who reacted first, stood up suddenly, took a diagonal step, and stopped between Sui Feng and him slightly.

"Xuan Feng, why are you doing this? This matter was originally my mistake, and from that day to now, I have been tormenting for this matter every day. It's been seven years, instead of letting me live in such pain, it's better to simply let me die under his sword, and I can end this grudge, it's a matter of killing two birds with one stone, Xuanfeng, you better get out of the way.

The head of the family sent you two brothers here just as guests, so there is no need to meddle in this matter. Murong Zhenlong's face was calm, without the slightest resentment, but there was a little more tiredness between his eyebrows, and his voice was full of sincerity.

"If you are also dead, then my Murong family's branch in Yangzhou will be so destroyed. Uncle Zhenlong, don't talk about this, no one has ever dared to kill in front of me. Just by him, there is still a little bit of heat. Murong Xuanfeng sneered, and then heard a crisp sword groan, and a light blue sword light seemed to flash in the air, and Murong Xuanfeng already had a light blue sword with a dragon carving in his hand.

Sui Feng's eyes changed slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his heart, although he hadn't seen it really before, he was already sure that this sword was one of Murong Sanyin's Water Dragon Yin!

According to Liang Thief'er, the water dragon chant was cast by the Murong family with meteoric iron outside the sky, which was extremely miraculous. Suifeng naturally stared at it a few more times, this look didn't matter, in Suifeng's eyes, the five-clawed divine dragon carved by the water dragon Yin sword body was actually swimming lifelikely. Not only that, but the tip of the dragon's nose kept spraying out a slight cloud-like halo, which was amazing.

Sui Feng's eyes were like water, and his heart was already faintly touched, this water dragon chant was really extraordinary, although it was not necessarily comparable to the pure Jun sword in his hand, but it was also an extremely rare divine object.

And at this moment, Murong Xuanfeng's face was gloomy, and his heart was even more surprised, the water dragon chant in his hand was trembling slightly. It's not the kind of sympathetic excitement that is attracted by the aura of the same kind of artifact, but it's more like the trembling of fear after Yujian has been incomparable to the superior person!

How could this surprise Murong Xuanfeng? He had grown up in such a behemoth family as the Murong family since he was a child, and he was a core disciple with outstanding talents, so he didn't know how many various divine objects he had seen. But I haven't even heard of a thing that can lead to a vision of the Water Dragon Yin Sword, and today is also the first time he is in charge of the Water Dragon Yin Sword to face everything alone, and the implication is also very obvious, as if he is the next head of the Murong family. Although Murong Xuanfeng didn't say it, he was also complacent in his heart.

Who knew that today was only the first time to use the Water Dragon Yin Sword, and he had always thought that he was a little overkill, and he didn't want to encounter something trembling and trembling in the Water Dragon Yin.

You must know that the reason why these divine swords can be called divine objects is not because they are scarce materials, but because there is a trace of gods in them. It is equivalent to having an autonomous consciousness, as if the artifact has life. Although the spirituality is still very weak, it has completely escaped the category of dead things. No matter how cherished the dead things are, the utensils made of them cannot be compared with the psychic things.

Murong Xuanfeng was shocked, but he quietly looked at the long sword in Sui Feng's hand. The simple and simple appearance, even the color looks like ordinary pine, not at all like the things made of gold and iron, let alone any treasure.

"Judging by his appearance, this sword should be an heirloom with the family. It's just that what is the origin of this sword, which can actually cause the water dragon to be a little afraid?" Murong Xuanfeng secretly pondered, and he had already made a plan, once he started to do it, he would take this sword over no matter what.

Now that he had a certain number in his heart, Murong Xuanfeng planned to start acting. coughed lightly and said coldly: "It's useless to talk more, you and I should see the truth under our hands." The long sword was unfurled, protecting Murong Zhenlong behind him.

Sui Feng only responded indifferently, and without saying much, Chunjun clenched his hand and stared at Murong Xuanfeng deadly.

Murong Xuanfeng's eyes flickered, and his figure flickered, and he had rushed towards Suifeng. The water dragon sword broke through the vacuum, making a sound like a real dragon's chanting, and with supreme strength, it slashed towards the wind, as if it was about to cut him in two.

The reaction with the wind was also extremely fast, and without waiting for him to hit the water dragon chant, he forcibly moved half a foot away from his feet, and pulled out a gap with Murong Xuanfeng's water dragon chanting sword. Leaning around, he dodged the sword, dodging with the wind, but the sword momentum in his hand did not stop. Although the sword wave is not as magnificent as the water dragon chant, it is still very aggressive and extremely powerful. Both of them didn't want to dodge, and they both wanted to test each other's strength first.

The two swords parted at the touch of a button, and the crisp resonance was intense and short. An invisible wave of air spread from the place where the two were holding each other, like a hurricane in the room, blowing the rice paper and pages on the desk to turn and rattle.

Murong Xuanfeng's figure appeared again in the place where he had stood before, and his face was still cold, as if he had done a trivial thing just now. Speaking of which, Murong Xuanfeng's strength and internal strength are indeed much stronger than those of Sui Feng. Sure enough, I saw that the wind was silent, and he took a slight step back half a step, and each of those few strokes just now was full of Qianjun's strength, and every time the two swords intersected, the tiger's mouth with the wind would suddenly be in pain, and it was almost torn apart when it came to zuihou.

This Murong Xuanfeng is really extraordinary, and his martial arts are unfathomable, I am afraid that even if I do it with all my might, I may not be his opponent. Groaning darkly with the wind, I felt more and more uncomfortable.

Murong Xuanfeng looked arrogant, but he was also taken aback in his heart, the swords just now seemed to be light and light, but he had used five layers of skill, not to mention that he could make meritorious contributions, and he didn't expect that Suifeng would be so easy. Before the flow of his mind was finished, he was stunned for a moment, and the wind had rushed to his eyes.

With the wind, he knows that he has encountered a strong enemy, so he naturally will not leave his hand. At this moment, he merged the two systems into one and urged them together. Although the two systems are combined, one heaven and one earth, the whole has built a scene of heaven and earth. On both sides of the sword body, emitting completely different halo colors of black and white, but at the edge of the sword converge and evolve, the pure Jun sword was born in response to the power of heaven and earth, and under the urging of the two systems of Qiankun, it seems to have returned to the time when the heaven and earth changed color when the sword was cast, and the sword body kept trembling, and the power soared a few points.

Murong Xuanfeng frowned, and for a moment he couldn't tell who was in the driver's seat between the oncoming supreme momentum and the divine sword in his hand. Surprise to surprise, he was not slow to react at all. A loud roar, "Qiantang Sandie!"

The halo on the body of the Water Dragon Yin Sword was even more brilliant, as if the rebirth of the water dragon was about to be born. But although the sword body is powerful, the sword momentum is not strong, but a little softer. Like water waves, it lightly seeped into the sword moves of the two systems with the wind.

Sui Feng didn't dare to be careless, and dealt with it carefully, driving the power of the sword body to disperse all the sword qi that had infiltrated it. Sure enough, in a moment, Murong Xuanfeng's sword momentum became stronger and stronger, just like the tide of the Qiantang River, one wave after another, if he was a little careless just now, I am afraid that he would be caught off guard by the suddenly enhanced sword momentum at this moment.

I didn't expect that this method of three stacks of money pond was so similar to the method of tides that I created. Carefully distinguish with the wind, and soon come to the reason.