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Fierce and domineering, there are dead and lifeless exercises Chu Feng has seen a lot, but what he understands the most is the sword intent of the Proud Sword Cave Heaven. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He had seen the sword intent of the two people, Liu Yu, and the sword name was unknown.

The sword intent of two people, two completely different styles.

His sword intent used to be as subtle and gentle as Liu Yu's, but it was endless, but after observing the word "one" in the first battle of Sanmiao Palace, his sword intent gradually moved closer to the sword intent of the unknown sword name.

In the first battle of the Shark Clan, the unknown sword intent he imitated was refuted by An Luyun as worthless, and he was thinking about what his sword intent was like from then on.

He had a lot of changes to the sword intent, but he couldn't understand the essence of the window paper.

It wasn't until the battle in Xia Kunlun that Chu Feng, who was in a desperate situation, completely pierced this layer of window paper with the sword intent he swayed in his madness.

At this time, Chu Feng realized that no matter how different the two sword intents were, their essence was the same, that is, the fearless will after seeing through life and death.

Chu Feng also had this will at this time, so at this moment, his sword intent burst out, from his own people to the peach blossoms in his hands, they all fused into one.

That is a sword, a sword that spans the past and the present, dividing heaven and earth.

There was no void distortion around him, nor was there any crack, but that solemn sword intent was even more terrifying and shocking than the countless appearances.

A still sword, in the eyes of everyone, has pierced thousands of miles in this instant, ignoring time and space.

When the sword intent is born, it is the time when the sword intent ends, and when the sword intent moves, it is the time when the sword intent arrives.

With such a sword intent, how can people not be awe-inspiring in their hearts, and their complexion will change!

Zhao Qingxuan pulled his beard and said, "This kid ...... It's kind of amazing. ”

No one answered Zhao Qingxun, because everyone's attention was focused on these two aura.

Chang Ming is a dragon, a dragon that travels all over the world and overlooks the common people.

Everywhere he went, all beings admired him, and the wind surged.

So he was confident, he was magnificent, and every time he advanced, the green scales all over his body were crackling, exploding arcs of electricity, causing the void to twist.

Chu Feng is a sword, an old, mottled, and dull sword.

Where he is pointing, there will be no change in the slightest, as if he did not exist.

But it wasn't until he passed that everyone saw that the normal space peeled off in an instant, shattered, and irretrievable.

It was a battle between a dragon and a sword, and they could no longer see the person who made the move, only the dragon roaring, the light in his eyes, the spit in his nostrils, and the holy flame in his mouth, all as if they were going to destroy the world, stirring up the storm in all directions.

Thunder and fire intertwined into a dense net of heaven and earth, which spread out overwhelmingly and fell towards the sword.

The dull sword was covered by this net, but it did not stagnate, and with a slight turn of the sword, it had already pierced this net, as easy as piercing a blank piece of paper, and it did not need to spend any effort at all.

The ancient sword broke through the clouds and mist, the cold light on the blade of the sword was cold, the dragon roared, and pieces of green scales flew out, turning into cyan flying swords, bombarding towards the ancient sword.

The ancient sword does not change its momentum and direction, as if it only needs such a stab, and only this forward stab can solve all problems.

One by one, the Blue Scale Sword slashed down on the ancient sword, smashing countless flying sparks on top of the ancient sword, and then ignited a large area of space, incinerating the void into ashes.

Pieces of shattered green scales flew around, with a little bit of blood and residual killing intent, startling many young disciples who couldn't help but retreat in unison.

Several elders glanced at each other, and finally shot at the same time, and jointly arranged an enchantment, covering the two of them, so that the shock wave and escaping qi generated by the two of them would not spread outward, accidentally injuring the other disciples.

These people also never thought that these young disciples had grown to such a point, and they couldn't help but sigh a little that a new generation was better than the old.

Just as everyone sighed, the ancient sword had pierced through the overlapping green scales, splitting the space like a mountain-opening giant axe, slashing out from the bottom to the top, drawing a black rainbow, and slashing down under the green dragon's jaw.

The dragon has scales under its chin, and if it touches it, it will be angry, and it will kill people.

Therefore, when dealing with dragons, no one wants to touch the dragon's scales, but this sword does the opposite, that is, to cut the scales!

The ancient sword slashed down, and the reverse scales suddenly shattered, and the dragon let out a painful roar, blood splattered everywhere, and the scales flew wildly!

The giant dragon endured the pain, roared angrily, turned his head and bit the ancient sword, and the sharp teeth cracked one after another, and then the broken teeth flew, and at the same time, the ancient sword also made a crisp cracking sound, which was directly bitten by the dragon and broken into three pieces.

But the ancient sword did not stop there, the first half of the sword body still slashed towards the sky with an indomitable momentum, cutting the flesh and blood of the dragon, and then cutting up along the flesh and blood as if nothing, making the dragon's painful wail shake the sky, and the ears of people roared incessantly.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the first half of the ancient sword had already slashed into the dragon's body, connecting with the dragon's spine, and finally there was a fierce collision.

The dragon's body writhed wildly, as if it had lost its mind, and it was difficult to control.

Although the first half of the ancient sword was blocked, the second half of the ancient sword, which was bitten off by the giant dragon and collapsed, had already screamed and slashed down from the nine heavens.

Swords, most people like to use to stab, to cut.

The sword has always been a representative of lightness and agility.

But at this moment, this action, everyone knows that it is a split, that is a split that belongs to power, and that belongs to a knife split.

This sword is the time of the dragon's death.

The dragon was still roaring and struggling, but the second half of the ancient sword had already fallen, like a river hanging over the nine heavens, and in just a short moment, a black line was drawn between heaven and earth, and then with the dragon's painful roar, the dragon's blood splashed everywhere!

All the Dharma phases disappeared with the death of the dragon, and Chu Feng and Chang Ming were no more than half a foot apart.

The sword in Chang Ming's hand was complete, but the peach blossom in Chu Feng's hand had withered, and the branches had been broken.

A little blood appeared at the corner of Chang Ming's mouth, and then the blue-scaled sword in his hand appeared in a slight "crackling" sound, spreading rapidly in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, the sword had broken into dust with blue light in the sky, drifting away with the wind.

Chang Ming took a step back, bowed and saluted: "Your Excellency is highly skilled, and you are ashamed of yourself, so you should be taught." ”

Chu Feng also took a step back, returned the salute, and said, "Accept." ”

The two of them turned around in unison, Chu Feng walked back to where he had stood before, and Chang Ming walked out of the enchantment.

As soon as he walked out of the enchantment, Chang Ming spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly lost all the blood color, but his expression looked much more refreshing.

Chang Ming didn't wait for anyone to help him, but quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, staring and meditating.

Several disciples of Kunlun Palace standing beside Chang Ming all noticed that Chang Ming had a strange fluctuation in his body. This fluctuation is not the fluctuation that the realm breaking should be, then it is naturally the fluctuation of the seventh-order cultivator's Ming Fa.

Although Chang Ming lost this battle, he also opened the door to enter the eighth order from this clear method, and it can be said that he has gained a lot.

This is exactly what Zhao Qingxun wants to see.

Everyone present was silent for a while, and some of the people who were originally gearing up to go up and give it a try quieted down.

Because they are all keenly aware of one thing, that is, the battle here belongs only to the geniuses of the present generation.

Although these disciples are not weak, their cultivation is not as good as Chang Ming, and they are just embarrassed.

Therefore, there are not many people who dare to step forward, because not every genius disciple of the Twelve Veins likes to watch the excitement so much.

In fact, here, in addition to the people in Yaochi, Chang Ming's cultivation is already the highest among the disciples.

"Go back and call someone, this young man will be a good opponent. If I'm at this age, I'd like to go down and have a good fight with him. Zhao Qingxun couldn't help but sigh sincerely.

Immediately, there were disciples of all kinds of fast-pulse who quickly returned to their respective sects and called their own contemporary geniuses to compete with this outsider.

After a long silence, a young girl in Tsing Yi suddenly walked into the arena and saluted: "You should be ashamed in Xia Yaochi and ask your senior brother for advice." ”

This girl is the girl who rowed a boat and picked a lotus canopy before, singing and teasing Mu Qiuyu.

Chu Feng was slightly stunned, looking at the girl's expression a little strange.

Don't say Chu Feng, everyone outside the field is stunned, this girl's cultivation is not only poor, but it should also be at the downstream level among her peers, isn't it obvious that a girl of her level wants to challenge Chu Feng?

A pair of suspicious eyes fell on the people in Yaochi, Hua Qingchi naturally knew what everyone was thinking, and slowly spoke: "The affection between the two of them is deep, just like biological sisters. I'm afraid that she heard that Qiu Yu was bullied, so she couldn't get angry, so she wanted to play. ”

As soon as Ying Pian came on the field, looking at Chu Feng's gaze was like looking at the eyes of an enemy who had the hatred of killing his father and the hatred of taking his husband, and Chu Feng couldn't smile bitterly.

Ying Pian shyly crossed his brute waist, and said crisply: "Why do you want to bully Sister Qiuyu, Sister Qiuyu likes you so much!"

A pair of eyes turned to Chu Feng and Mu Qiuyu.

These gazes, including the gazes of Yaochi's predecessors, but Yaochi's contemporary disciples all covered their mouths and laughed wildly.

Zhaoyang covered his face with a slap and didn't want to say anything.

Shame on you little fool, do you really believe whatever I say?

Now, if you really jump into the Yellow River, you can't wash it away.

But...... That's not something you need to worry about.

Thinking of this, Zhaoyang was inexplicably overjoyed.

Chu Fengmo also stood in place awkwardly, and then looked at Mu Qiuyu with a somewhat strange expression.

Zhaoyang cried and laughed: "Shame on you to come down for me, what nonsense!"

Ying Pian shyly "snorted" and said, "Is there anything wrong with liking people? If you want to say something wrong, it is also the fault of a negative person like him!"

Zhaoyang rolled his eyes, looked at the sky, and said softly, "I'm joking......"

"Huh?" Ying Pian's eyes widened in surprise, and then he stomped his feet angrily, "Sister Zhaoyang, you villain, don't pay attention to you!"

As he spoke, Ying Pian ran out of the formation with a blushing face, got off the Yaotai, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only the stunned people and the banshees of Yaochi who were laughing more and more.

A word to readers:

In fact, the role of Ying Pity was not originally planned, but when writing Yaochi, he couldn't help but write this role