Uncle Pang snorted, and in the midst of the turmoil, hundreds of zhang of huge angry slaps were immediately formed, and he slapped towards Lu Zifeng with amazing momentum.

Lu Zifeng's face calmly looked at the angry slap that came suddenly, a crisp knife groan sounded, the Qianbing Cold Knife was instantly unsheathed, an astonishing cold light flashed, and the sharp and incomparable sword light shot out, as if it was about to cut this sky in half.

The sharp knife light and the angry slap collided together at once, and under Uncle Pang's surprised gaze, the loud noise he imagined did not sound, and quietly, the hundreds of huge angry slaps were directly cut in half by the knife light. The power of the sword light also disappeared, dissipating in midair.

Uncle Pang's face was a little surprised, and he said, "I didn't expect that a low-level dynamish could learn a half-step sword intent, you really surprised me." ”

Saying this, Uncle Pang's face became a little hideous, he licked his lips, his eyes were gloomy, and said, "What I like most is to watch your proud sons fold in my hands one after another." ”

Lu Zifeng sneered and said, "Do you think you have such a ability?"

"What a big breath, and I'm going to let you know the world of difference between you and me, and that you're just a clown in my eyes. "Uncle Pang is extremely confident.

Lu Zifeng didn't answer Uncle Pang's words, he directly used his actions to prove his strength to him, and rushed directly towards Uncle Pang, and the Qianbing Cold Knife pulled out a series of exquisite knife lights, shrouding Uncle Pang's vital body.

"Ridiculous!"

Uncle Pang sneered disdainfully, and with a flip of his palm, an imposing spear appeared in his hand, and the spear danced impenetrably around him, directly resisting all the sword light.

In this hand-to-hand fight, Uncle Pang showed a delicate marksmanship.

Lu Zifeng is not a reckless person, since he dares to rush up and fight Uncle Pang, then he must have his own certainty.

Lu Zifeng had already tested Uncle Pang's extraordinary attainments in marksmanship, and every time he swung the Thousand Ice Cold Knife, it was accompanied by a half-step sword intent.

With the blessing of the half-step sword intent, the sharpness of the Thousand Ice Cold Knife skyrocketed dozens of times.

The Thousand Ice Cold Knife was only a low-grade immortal weapon before it was repaired, and after it was repaired, it was a medium-grade immortal weapon. In the middle of the fight, Lu Zifeng had already sensed that the grade of the spear in Uncle Pang's hand was a top-grade immortal weapon. If it weren't for the blessing of the half-step sword intent, the Thousand Ice Cold Knife should not be the opponent of the spear.

However, with the blessing of the half-step sword intent, the Qianbing Cold Knife suppressed the spear to the death, making it impossible for the spear's power to be fully exerted. Every time the Thousand Ice Cold Knife collided with the spear, a faint knife mark would appear on the body of the spear, and it might not be long before the spear would break in half under the Thousand Ice Cold Knife.

Uncle Pang also seemed to be aware of this situation, and his face was a little ugly. Although this kid is only in the realm of Xiaocheng in the Xuan Realm, he has comprehended the half-step sword intent. He can still fight with himself with the Thousand Ice Cold Knife, and even be able to suppress his spear.

Lu Zifeng didn't want to let Uncle Pang have any time to breathe, his sword skills became more and more rapid and sharp, forcing Uncle Pang to continue to fight with Lu Zifeng.

Between the knife and marksmanship battles, Uncle Pang suffered the most, after all, he did not comprehend the half-rifle intent. If it weren't for his strength, he would have been defeated a long time ago.

A few minutes later, Lu Zifeng felt that the time was ripe, and the half-step sword intent was unleashed with all his strength, and he slashed towards Uncle Pang with all his strength.

Uncle Pang didn't dare to slack off, so he could only raise the spear in his hand to shoot back.

Click!

A crisp and piercing click sounded, and Uncle Pang was horrified to find that the spear in his hand was directly cut off by Lu Zifeng.

Uncle Pang's face was full of disbelief, you must know that the spear in his hand is a top-grade immortal weapon-grade, and the high-grade immortal weapons are all refined after hundreds of refining processes, and the full force of the Shengxuan Realm Perfection Realm may not be able to interrupt a high-grade immortal weapon. However, with the blessing of the half-step sword intent, Lu Zifeng cut off his spear alive, and he still underestimated the power of the half-step sword intent.

At the moment when Uncle Pang was shocked, Lu Zifeng stepped forward and slashed at the former with a knife. Uncle Pang broke out in a cold sweat, and he hurriedly retreated.

However, his movements were still a step slower, although he avoided the vital points on his body, but Lu Zifeng's path still left a deep knife mark on his chest, and Bobo's blood flowed out, staining the black clothes on his body red.

Without the help of a spear, Uncle Pang is like a toothless tiger. Lu Zifeng had no intention of keeping his hands, and his sword technique was still fast and powerful, shrouding Uncle Pang's vital body.

As a last resort, Uncle Pang had to use all his strength to urge his anger, condensing a barrier of anger around his body, trying to resist Lu Zifeng's attack.

However, under the attack of the half-step sword intent, the qi barrier was as fragile as paper, and it was directly shattered under the slash of the Thousand Ice Cold Knife.

The sharp sword light shot out again, and if he was hit, even if Uncle Pang had cultivated the physical cultivation martial arts, he would at least be seriously injured.

Uncle Pang also seemed to know that the qi barrier could not resist the sword light, he had already prepared, a crisp and melodious bell sounded, and a bronze bell appeared out of thin air, directly enveloping Uncle Pang.

Bang Bang Bang!

The crisp sound of gold and iron sounded, and the power of the sword light was completely poured on the bronze bell, and clear knife marks immediately appeared on the bronze bell. If Lu Zifeng attacked the same place of the Bronze Bell at intervals, the Bronze Bell would not last too long.

Lu Zifeng didn't use a half-step sword intent in a row, stopped his attack, and waited quietly by the side to see how long that Uncle Pang was going to hide.

While waiting, Lu Zifeng was not idle, and the spiritual power of the Mud Pill Palace poured out wildly, turning into runes and blending into the surrounding space. Lu Zifeng knew that he was taking advantage of the half-step sword intent, otherwise how could he have suppressed Uncle Pang all the time.

Uncle Pang didn't do it with all his might, if he did it with all his might, Lu Zifeng wouldn't be as easy as he is now.

Uncle Pang also seemed to know that Lu Zifeng had stopped attacking, and the bronze bell was levitated, turning into a small bell and falling into his hand.

"Untouchables, I really underestimate you. Uncle Pang's face turned pale, how could he have thought that he would be suppressed by the martial artists of the Xiaocheng realm of the Shengxuan Realm.

"Pang Laogou, don't you embarrass the martial artists of the Consummation Realm of the Xuan Realm, don't you know what you are?"

Lu Zifeng hates these people with a sense of superiority of origin, a pariah in one mouth, all men are created equal, and there is never any distinction between high and low. What about your superior background, in the end you are not the same garbage, you are not as good as yourself from a low-level dynasty.

"Untouchables, you are looking for death!"

Uncle Pang was furious, he had a noble status in the Xuanjin Heavenly Dynasty, and he never dared to be insulted by someone like this, and now a pariah of a low-level dynasty dared to spread wild on top of his head, how could he not be angry.

When the words fell, Uncle Pang's body surged with anger quickly, and with a flip of his palm, another spear appeared in his hand, but this spear was not as high-grade as the previous spear, presumably it was a spear he needed in case of emergency.

"Black Gold Dragon Lance!"

Uncle Pang's body was filled with majestic and surging vitality, and at the same time, his body also exuded an incomparably sharp aura, and the golden sharp aura suddenly turned into a golden dragon, and the golden dragon wrapped around his spear, stabbing towards Lu Zifeng with a terrifying momentum.

Lu Zifeng's face was still unwavering, and the cultivation of Xiaocheng in the Xuan Realm was completely unfolded, and it suddenly condensed into a huge ice fist of hundreds of zhang in front of him, and the ice fist described a scene of thousands of miles of ice and snow drifting.

At the moment when the Ice Fist condensed, an ancestral light shot out from the Extreme Ice Ancestral Jade, and the pure ancestral light poured into the Ice Fist in a flash, and the temperature emitted by the Ice Fist was even lower. The cold air filled the air, as if it was about to condense.

Lu Zifeng threw a punch at Uncle Pang from afar, and this punch seemed to be about to burst through this piece of sky, domineering.

The black gold dragon spear and the hundreds of zhang ice fists collided violently, and an earth-shattering bang sounded, and the two exploded instantly, and a mushroom cloud suddenly rose up, and the space could not withstand the power of the explosion, and there were violent ripples, as if a spatial crack might be torn open at any time.

At the same time, cold, sharp, and angry came together in a violent manner, and the storm swept like a tornado, destroying everything in its path.

As soon as the storm hit Lu Zifeng's body, Lu Zifeng directly unleashed the Thunder God Battle Body, and the violent thunder surrounded him, forming a thunder protective shield around him.

Bang!

The moment Lu Zifeng condensed the Thunder God battle body, the storm exploded, impacting Lu Zifeng's body regardless of enemy or friend.

The thunder around Lu Zifeng's body flickered rapidly, eliminating the power of the storm. However, Lu Zifeng had not yet cultivated the Thunder God Battle Body to the extreme, the Thunder God Battle Body had limited power to absorb the storm, and the residual power was poured on Lu Zifeng's body, Lu Zifeng flew out upside down in response, and fell the ground, falling out of a big pit on the ground.

Compared with Lu Zifeng's embarrassment, Uncle Pang seemed a lot calmer, he once again used the bronze bell and hid directly in the bronze bell.

Knock knock!

The bronze bell came out with a low bell groan, it was not a high-grade immortal weapon, and there were dents under the impact of the violent storm. Looking at it like this, it shouldn't be able to hold on to the same impact several times.

The storm raged for dozens of breaths before it stopped, Lu Zifeng stood up from the pit, although he looked a little embarrassed, but he really didn't suffer too serious injuries, just some flesh wounds.

Uncle Pang put away the bronze bell, and he was unscathed, but there were deep dents on the bronze bell, and Uncle Pang felt pain on his face.

Although his status in the Xuanjin Heavenly Dynasty is quite noble, it is not easy to get a defensive immortal weapon. After the bronze bell was destroyed, he didn't have any defensive immortal weapons on his body.

"Old dog Pang, you're just like that!" Lu Zifeng looked at Uncle Pang with contempt, not taking him to heart at all.

"Little beast, you are looking for death!"

Uncle Pang shouted angrily, and the fluctuations emanating from his body were extremely powerful, as if he was about to brew a terrifying offensive.