On the snow, Lu Feng left a series of heavy footprints.

From the perspective of ordinary people, it seems that it is not a level of competition at all, because Lu Feng has been suppressed, even if he can advance under the opponent's attack, but he has to hold a thin sword with both hands.

"Not bad. ”

Zhuang Yang said, "Now I understand, you do have the ability to kill my senior brother Lu Liang with one blow, but if the demon is at this level, I am really disappointed." ”

"Or is it that you have not awakened, just like I am the Holy Son, and I also need to go to the Three Immortals Gate for the final rituals. ”

"Maybe the demon has a similar ritual, but alas, you shouldn't be here because you're going to die today. ”

Zhuang Yang stood on the steps of the Year Temple, so he was looking down on Lu Feng, and the sword momentum was getting heavier and heavier, one faster than the other, and there was almost no gap between the front and back.

This is an extremely terrifying sword momentum.

And Lu Feng seems to be more difficult to return to a sword than a sword, and he has been pressed to the waist, and his body is becoming more and more rickety.

In the sky, the two looked at each other.

They didn't make a move, but they did it countless times.

The caring abbot glanced down, retracted his eyes indifferently, and looked at Mo Guantian again: "Why bother, I actually took the demon son to take risks, the demon has not grown up yet, and he has not even entered the Iron Bone Realm, how can this be the opponent of the Holy Son." ”

"You say he's the Holy Son, you're not sure, so you think Zhuang Yang is the Holy Son, although he is powerful, but it's different from the Holy Son I imagined. ”

The caring abbot laughed, but he was very cold: "You didn't refute the fact that Lu Feng is a demon, it seems that you admitted it." ”

Mo Guantian was stunned for a moment, frowning: "You are much smarter than when you were a child, and you will know how to talk to each other." ”

"You're a lot dumber than you were when you were a kid and you're making the wrong choices all the time. The abbot said.

Mo Guantian was so angry that he almost scolded his mother, but he quickly calmed down, because the other party's parents were his own parents.

"If it drags on any longer, your advantage will be gone, Buddhism is Buddhism after all, and the light in the Holy Son Temple will never be dimmed. ”

"Are you sure?" Mo Guantian raised his eyebrows.

He was not referring to the Temple of the Holy Son, but to refute the first sentence of the abbot.

The demon son is no match for the Holy Son.

The abbot suddenly changed color, and he couldn't help but look down.

Below, Lu Feng was only ten meters away from Zhuang Yang.

There are some cracks on his skin, and it is really not easy to take the opponent's moves with such a high intensity, and there are even some that he can avoid, but he doesn't.

This man is terrible.

But this person is also very conceited, even now, although the other party does not take it lightly, he does not take himself too seriously.

And if you want to defeat this kind of person, there is only one blow.

A blow that is enough to shake the other party's faith.

Zhuang Yang is good at swords, he has never held a sword in his life, the only one is to hold the Sansheng sword.

His belief in the sword is incomparably strong.

Only if he is defeated in the strongest place, then this gap will be like an anthill on the embankment of a thousand miles.

Because of this, Lu Feng had to take every sword of the other party, in order to rely on his own perception and understanding of the way of the sword, as well as the ability of the Heavenly Wheel, to crack the opponent's swordsmanship.

Ten meters.

Zhuang Yang's expression was contemptuous, and he decided not to let Lu Feng take a step forward again, so this time, he drew a sword and exploded the space, shocking the earth.

Lu Feng raised his sword.

Like a moth, the thin sword pounced on Zhuang Yang's sword qi and then landed on it.

Moths to the fire.

But if the moth is as tall as a mountain, and the flame is only a glowing light, then the moth extinguishes the fire.

With this blow, Zhuang Yang's sword qi was extinguished.

The terrifying sword suddenly exploded, decomposing into countless tiny fragmented sword qi, and blasted out in all directions.

Not only that, Lu Feng's sword qi had not stopped, and the remaining energy flew to Zhuang Yang's face.

He subconsciously tilted his head, and the sword qi cut through his face, and finally penetrated the thick temple gate, and landed inside, where he didn't know where to go.

Zhuang Yang's eyes widened, ignoring the fact that the wound on his face was getting bigger and bigger, and he was constantly bleeding, but stared at Lu Feng deadly.

Even if this sword qi is not all of his strength, even if this sword qi is destroyed and resisted, it should not be cracked.

What is Crack?

That is, the other party has seen through his own kendo.

That means that the other party's achievements in the field of kendo are higher than their own.

It's like looking at two dimensions in three-dimensional space.

Everything is clear.

Blood flowed, he was a little miserable, and his handsome face seemed to have an extra demon's mouth.

The saliva is blood, hideous and terrifying.

"Not bad. He said again, only this time, with a little more anger.

He has cultivated swords all his life, and he has only spent his life picking up the Sansheng Sword, and he doesn't want to be contaminated by other swords on his hands.

Now, he has succeeded.

He will be the most powerful swordsman.

The Son holds the sword, and it is the sword of judgment.

However, now his sword qi has been cracked.

This is not a simple sword qi, it represents a part of his comprehension of the way of the sword.

Crack, not destroy.

So he was furious.

He doesn't believe in evil, he doesn't believe that the other party can crack his sword qi.

He stepped forward, his long hair flying, every strand of hair carrying sword intent, and beside him, the snowflakes were blown away, and one by one they burst outward.

Qiu Hou and Shi Wanwan were terrified, only to feel that their skin was being pressed against countless swords.

"Zhuang Yang is going to move seriously!"

"He has not yet performed the rites of the Son,