Chapter Seventy-Three: The Broken Sword Is Like a Song

The snake demon roared violently, the snake tail was like a mimosa, quickly retracted, his body kept a certain distance from Lu Feng, and on the huge head, two eyes bigger than a football revealed a threatening aura.

"People...... Class ......"

It spoke again, but its voice became deeper and deeper, although it was talking about human beings, but Lu Feng understood that this was the meaning of the monk.

Everyone was stunned!

Master Mo, who was originally desperate, showed a look that was even more frightened than seeing the snake demon at this time.

He naturally knew that Lu Feng had not cared about this ordinary young man at all along the way, but who would have thought that this young man was a monk, and the blow just now actually injured the snake demon.

He felt that there was something crazy about the world.

Such a young monk!

The rich second generation who was still alive on the side muttered to himself, and his face was extremely exciting.

"This Lu Feng ...... This Lu Feng ......"

Shen Tianyue stayed by Wu Yue's side, surrounded by several bodyguards, she was originally going to take the opportunity to escape, but at this time, the scene just now directly stunned her in place.

"He's a monk?"

"Impossible! He is obviously an ordinary person, how can he be a monk!" Shen Tianyue shouted in a panic.

Because when she thought of her sarcasm at Lu Feng before, that feeling would definitely make her go into the ground in shame.

What's more, she had never seen such a young monk.

And only now did she understand that the reason why Lu Feng was able to stay in that villa was not because of Meng Zihan, a genius in the Self-cultivation Pavilion, but because of himself.

But the more this happened, the more she hated it.

"This guy is just to see me make a fool of myself, if he showed his identity as a monk at that time, how could I insult him. โ€

"Moreover, he is obviously a monk, but he has watched so many people die!"

She held a grudge, perhaps jealousy, which made her a little distorted, and her originally delicate face became a little ugly at this time.

Rumble!

The snake demon was enraged by the blood, and its body bypassed a few bamboos, like a mass of black yuan, and attacked and killed again.

Knock knock!

The ground shook constantly, and the swamps in the distance were affected, and a large amount of mud rose into the sky.

The bamboo leaves fell like blades, each piercing straight into the dirt.

"Get out of the way, this beast has used its natural powers!" said the One-Eyed Monk, half of his body numb and unable to move.

Lu Feng touched his chest, only to feel that the blood in his whole body was gathered here.

He held out a finger again.

The continuous practice of "Yongzi Sword Technique" made him comprehend a move, the most basic move - sword slash!

It's just that with his current strength, it is estimated that he can only use it five times, and each time, a finger will be scrapped.

Meng Zihan gritted his teeth, and a ruthless person like Meng Laohu was a little afraid to look at it.

What a shock it was like to have that huge snake rise into the sky and then fall like a meteorite!

"Slash!"

Lu Feng slashed with his fingers!

The aura is like ink, the fingers are like a brush, and the huge snake demon seems to have become his rice paper.

There was no sword, but Lu Feng didn't care.

That finger fell, and the aura fellโ€”

The next moment, a faint sword slashed at the huge snake's head.

Brush!

The bamboo leaves that were originally falling suddenly stood still in mid-air, and then with a hula, like countless sparrows flapping their wings, surging into the sky.

Immediately after, the huge body of the snake demon followed up.

Purple blood spilled all the way, like an eerie rainbow.

"Good!"

The one-eyed monk's eyes burst with an infinite amount of light, and the young monk's strength exceeded his expectations.

With the level of aura that the other party burst out, it should only be the second realm of enlightenment, but the strength of that aura has long surpassed them.

He instantly understood that this was a matter of mind and exercises.

It is very difficult for them to obtain the Mental Fa in these casual cultivations, and it is not easy for them to obtain the Dharma in general.

Most of the casual cultivation is to comprehend one's own abilities and rely on time to ponder.

Lu Feng didn't hesitate, he could only break out five moves, and after five moves, if the other party was not dead, it would be his death.

"Third slash!"

His feet were bent and he jumped violently, the blood in his body roared, his bones crackled, and his meridians vibrated like strings.

A golden thread crossed the sky above the bamboo forest.

The scales on the snake demon's body stood up one by one, and they were scraped off a large layer in the opposite direction.

A stream of blood spilled from the sky, and some of it fell into Lu Feng's eyes, stinging and burning.

"Fourth Slash!"

Everyone's eyes widened, the huge body of the snake demon hadn't fallen from the sky for a long time.

The sword was sharp, and the bamboo leaves hung upside down, because they were stained with purple blood, which looked magnificent.

"Fifth Slash!"

Purple bamboo forest, snake demon and monk......

Mencius Han looked up sluggishly, he once saw a monk when he was a soldier in the capital, and the monk had reached between the grandmasters, and with one punch, he broke the stone wall they usually used for training.

But that kind of shock, put here, is not worth mentioning at all.

Who dances in the clouds?

No!

Who slays the demon in the cloud!

Boom!

With a dull sound, the snake demon's body slammed to the ground.

Lu Feng landed not far away, the five fingers of his right hand had been completely fractured, and blood was flowing out of the cracks, but the pain seemed to stimulate his potential.

He looked at the snake demon, lying there dead.