Ah Shan's black spear had just taken shape, and Lu Feng took out his sword.

The first time he took out the sword, the other party thought it was a sword, but it turned out to be a wind talisman.

The second time the sword was drawn, the other party thought it was a sword, but it turned out to be a rain charm.

The third sword is a real sword.

Although the other party's attention is very focused, this will not deceive the enemy, but because of the first two situations, even if Ah Shan knows that this is a real sword, he will subconsciously devote a little energy to look at the other hand of the other party.

And this subtle difference may seem small, but the victory or defeat on the battlefield is often determined by these details.

The blade of the sword slashes through the scabbard, making a loud sound, which is extremely comfortable.

The slightest sword intent rippled, not sharp, very soft.

But the sword is not soft.

A sword of cold light.

The long sword came out of the cage like a trapped beast, and the beast nature that had been suppressed for a long time completely exploded in an instant.

The surrounding leaves and plants were originally soft, but in an instant, they became as sharp as a sword.

The dark clouds in the sky obscured the moonlight, but it was broken by a sword intent, and the moonlight fell again, covering the ground with frost.

Lu Feng's sword went all the way along the frost.

The wind is strong, and the grass is low.

At that moment, the air suddenly fluctuated.

In the dark night, there was a frost, and Lu Feng appeared in front of Ah Shan.

Ah Shan's pupils were reflected in a snow-white, and the other party's speed exceeded his expectations, leaving only a faint trace in his eyes, this sudden change made this son of the demon clan who was in the ranks of geniuses in the mountains a little nervous.

It's just that sometimes nervousness turns into excitement.

Looking at Lu Feng who came along with the frost, Ah Shan just clenched the special spear in his hand.

The gun is like ink, it is taken out of the night, it is not a magic weapon, but a method.

Holding the night spear in front of each other, nine fingers were held together, and the thumb of the remaining right hand was slightly forward, pressed on a line.

There was a strange pop in his abdomen, like the wind blowing into a leaky house, full of holes.

And in fact, the other party's body is indeed broken.

His skin was like the broken paper of the poor people's windows in ancient times, and there were holes everywhere, and some strange breath erupted from it, as if it were alive, slowly spreading, forming a twisted mark in front of him, and falling into the night spear.

In an instant, the night began to roll, and the dark clouds in the sky obscured the moon again.

The night is like boiling water, and you can even hear the bubbles bursting.

Ah Shan snorted, half of his face was hideous, half of his face was gloomy, like a ghost possessed by a god, he got erect, angry and killed.

And his low voice is not simple, it is like a kind of Buddhist language, like the roar of the immovable king, which can shock people's hearts.

Lu Feng's speed was fast, and the opponent's speed was also very fast, landing on the ground with one foot and picking up the spear in one hand, which shook the surrounding world and chaos.

Night and moonlight, meeting in the sky.

However, as soon as he touched it, Ah Shan sensed that something was wrong, he had met many kendo masters, there was never a shortage of masters in the mountains, and with his background, it was quite easy to find someone to spar.

So what he subconsciously did was to use the routine of dealing with swordsmen to deal with Lu Feng.

But with this contact, he immediately discovered that Lu Feng's sword was different from all kendo masters.

His spear was uncontrollable, and he sat down with the opponent's sword intent, the head of the spear fell to the ground, and the tip of the spear rubbed against the ground, making a piercing noise, like a speeding car suddenly braking, making a very uncomfortable sound.

"Taoist Taiji Sword?"

"That's not right......"

There were many thoughts for a moment, but between these thoughts, Ah Shan still did not forget to get rid of Lu Feng's attack, in his opinion, the other party's blow only went to his own attack, and the next blow would start from scratch.

"Huh?!"

Suddenly, he felt a sharp killing intent, which pierced directly into his body like frost.

The spear he had wanted to recover was taken away again and landed on the other side of the ground, making the same noise.

Only this time, there was a murderous aura on the sword.

Boom!

A figure appeared in front of Ah Shan, it was the ancestor of the demon clan, he waved his robe, and the terrifying power headed towards Lu Feng.

And on Lu Feng's side, the god of war also shot.

The two collided, and both took a step back.

The fight came to an abrupt end.

"Why should the predecessors make a move, it is out of style. The god of war frowned.

"But he shouldn't have made a move, but if he didn't make a move, my apprentice's spirit would be ruined, he finally came out for a trip, or let him stay a little longer, this time we lost." "The old ancestor didn't care, the clouds were light and the wind was light.

"Master, I didn't lose, he didn't hurt me with a sword, I'm going to kill him!" Ah Shan shouted, like a five or six-year-old child who couldn't get his favorite toy, began to lose his temper, threw the spear condensed in the night on the ground, and dissipated.

"You lost. ”

"Didn't lose. ”

"What a loss. "The ancestor of the demon clan seems to be very helpless to his apprentice, but he is also very fond of it.

"Look at the ...... on the earth"

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