The heavy sword trapped Li Qifeng like a prison. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The sharp blade of the sword sent out an endless chill and slashed towards Li Qifeng.

A grim smile appeared in Jian Wushuang's expression.

All of a sudden.

A glimmer of light emerged from the prison of the sword.

Almost instantaneously, the glimmer of light kept magnifying, dazzling like the scorching sun, but with the coldness of the clear moon.

Dazzling and cold.

The tip of the Yuanhong Sword broke through the prison.

The next moment.

The sword prison composed of the secret sword was destroyed, and the broken swords in the sky floated in all directions.

Li Qifeng's body appeared in everyone's sight.

Above his body, blood oozed out.

In his eyes, there was an incomparably strong fighting intent.

Jian Wushuang's grim smile suddenly stiffened.

Looking at Li Qifeng with a serene gaze in his eyes, his right hand stretched out, a powerful internal force swept out, and a powerful attraction burst out instantly, on top of the sword mountain, all the swords suddenly trembled and flew out one after another, almost instantly, the sword mountain disappeared into nothing.

All the swords suddenly appeared in front of Jian Wushuang's body.

The sitting body suddenly fell to the ground.

The corpse was as stiff as stone.

Mo Wentian's serene face was still the same.

Li Qifeng's expression couldn't help but change, his footsteps moved, he slid forward, and a powerful internal force swept out, Taicang moved leisurely, inserted into the ground, and kept shaking, and the internal force flowed out, and on the hilt of the sword, a huge lotus flower bloomed.

The body sat cross-legged on the lotus flower.

Between the petals, a dazzling golden light emanates.

Li Qifeng's eyes exuded bloodthirsty killing intent, no matter who it was, they couldn't disturb the peace of Mo Wentian's corpse.

Holding Yuanhong tightly.

The gaze of the knife looked at Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang's expression was extremely calm, and there was a strange light in his eyes.

Dense swords appeared in front of Jian Wushuang's body, making a low humming sound, as if there was a great connection between each sword.

All in one go.

In the blink of an eye.

Dense swords fused into one.

A huge sword was formed.

Hold a sword in one hand.

Jian Wushuang slashed down with a sword.

The momentum is like wind and thunder, covering the sky and the sun, and the majesty of the brilliant people is cold.

Li Qifeng's body shook slowly.

The brilliant golden light on his body burst out, and his whole body was like a pouring of gold, exuding a powerful oppressive aura.

Brahma Buddha recipe works.

In the middle of the white jade pagoda, Yaohui burst out, and the lines made up on it suddenly seemed to be alive.

A sword roar came from the Yuanhong Sword.

A powerful internal force is surging.

There is no sword in the heart.

Above the heavenly dome, dense swords appeared in the void, exuding an icy chill, and the flow of golden light merged into one.

It was a monolithic sword.

Rumble!

Two greatswords collided in the void.

In a flash.

Twin swords smashed at the same time.

Above the sky, swords rained down one after another.

Li Qifeng's body withdrew from a hundred feet away.

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

In Jian Wushuang's expression, a smile slowly appeared, but it was with an endless chill.

The body moved.

appeared in front of Li Qifeng in an instant, and smashed out with a brazen punch.

Bang!

One punch to implement.

Li Qifeng's body retreated again, and on the golden body of the Buddha, a fist mark was suddenly imprinted.

The qi of the whole body flowed, and a few dim parts of light burst out again.

Yuanhong stood in front of him.

Li Qifeng took another punch.

The body withdrew again, the golden body rubbing in the air with a piercing popping sound.

Jian Wushuang is unskilled.

The body followed Li Qifeng closely.

Throw nine punches in a row.

The fists are all with terrifying and unparalleled power.

The body is like a streamer.

Jian Wushuang appeared in front of Li Qifeng again.

Another heavy punch.

Li Qifeng's expression also became extremely pale, and the Yuanhong who was separated from him leisurely met the fist that was smashed.

The tip of the sword.

Fist.

The two follow the same trajectory and move forward towards each other.

At the last moment of contact.

Yuanhong's sword momentum turned.

Rubbing his fists.

A flash of light appeared.

The white horse passed through the gap, and the deep rainbow was indescribably fast.

Wang Daoling's unique skill, Li Qifeng is already in the realm of practice, and he twists it with his hand, and it seems that this move has penetrated into every inch of the muscles in his body.

The moves look incredibly unpretentious, incomparably simple.

Jian Wushuang's fists are non-stop.

His left hand poked out like lightning, and his two fingers stretched out, trying to clamp Yuanhong.

But it was in vain.

Yuanhong's sword momentum was like lightning, directly penetrating Jian Wushuang's chest, and the violent sword qi burst out, rushing into Jian Wushuang's five internal organs like a flood beast.

Forcefully obliterating the vitality of Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang's body trembled.

The fist still slammed heavily on Li Qifeng's body.

A voiced voice came out.

The golden body of the Buddha Tu, which emitted a dim golden light, was suddenly shattered.

This time, Li Qifeng's body did not retreat.

But he stood still like a mountain.

Endless sword qi was surging, and above the sword blade, two cold green blades burst out from above Yuanhong's sword blade, like two green dragons, destroying Jian Wushuang unscrupulously.

Jian Wushuang's expression became extremely pale, and the whole person's body trembled, as if sifting, and the entire body became full of holes, and blood continued to flow out.

Three-inch Qingfeng!

This is the last moment that Mo Wentian left the small courtyard to impartize.

A wail rang out.

Jian Wushuang's expression was almost crazy, and the two blue blades ruthlessly cut Jian Wushuang's body and harvested Jian Wushuang's vitality.

"I'm going to kill you. ”

Jian Wushuang let out a hoarse roar.

The whole person rushed towards Li Qifeng.

Five fingers like a hook, grabbing Li Qifeng's throat.

Li Qifeng's expression showed a hint of a smile, and his left hand reached out, wanting to intercept Jian Wushuang's attack, but it was in vain.

The swift wind is strong.

Li Qifeng was powerless to stop it.

The whole body is circulating, thinking about hard connection.

It's all in between the calcium carbide sparks.

All of a sudden.

A huge coercion volleyed down into the air.

Jian Wushuang's body suddenly turned into bloody mud.

Mo Wentian's sitting body slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were like torches, exuding dazzling light.

"The good boy really didn't lose my face, but these three inches of Qingfeng are still a little worse, and I still need to practice more!"

Mo Wentian said with a smile.

Li Qifeng's expression couldn't help but be startled, and said, "Mo Ye, you don't have it?"

Mo Wentian looked at Li Qifeng and said, "Boy, I'll take a look at how much ability you have, otherwise you won't be at ease when you go!"

Li Qifeng couldn't help but smile.

Mo Wentian nodded lightly and said, "Now I'm relieved." ”

The words fell.

The ten thousand swords that fell to the ground moved again, and a sword mountain was superimposed again.

Mo Wentianpan sat on top of Sword Mountain.

Facing west.

The soul returns to the sword mound.