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He knew that in the face of Chu Feng, he could no longer take it lightly.

The sword in his hand still trembled slightly, and then his figure disappeared directly in place.

The sudden disappearance of the target made Chu Feng's sword draw miss.

Then a piercing sword intent came from behind him.

Chu Feng didn't look back, because he couldn't dodge this sword when he turned back.

He just took the sword he had just drawn and put it back into the sheath.

Huaguang thirteen swords, the last sword, black bird private feelings.

The first sword stegosaurus out of the sheath is to draw the sword out of the sheath.

The thirteenth sword black bird's private affair is to return the sword into the sheath.

As many times Chu Feng drew the sword, he returned the sword as many times.

The sword of the black bird's personal affection, he has never used less than the stegosaurus out of the sheath.

The crow of the young bird feeds the old crow, and the sword of returning to the nest is the private love of the black bird.

Compared with the stegosaurus out of the sheath, the black bird's private feelings are much softer and soothing, not so violent and fierce.

This is more in line with Chu Feng's temperament than the stegosaurus out of the sheath, so it is also the best sword that Chu Feng has practiced.

A hazy mist rose from the Water Moon Sword, and as the Water Moon bypassed an arc, it then slid down behind Chu Feng.

The blade of the Water Moon Sword pointed downward, but it rose sharply when it went down to a low point.

The long-suppressed sword momentum finally erupted at this moment, and as the Water Moon Sword trembled, a blue-feathered crow spread its wings and fell towards the body of the Wet Drama that suddenly appeared behind Chu Feng.

After this sword exploded, the sword momentum suddenly became faster, more cold, and more generous.

This made the drama a little surprised.

But the drama was only slightly surprised, he came behind Chu Feng first, he took out the sword first, and he came out of the sword faster.

Therefore, his sword naturally fell on Chu Feng's body first, and quietly, it pierced into Chu Feng's body from Chu Feng's back.

Then he looked at the blue-feathered crow, turned slightly sideways, and easily dodged the sword.

Fang Qiong pursed her lips slightly, that young man was too clumsy.

The cultivation he showed may be lower than that of the Wet Drama, but it is not too low, and he will not be defeated so easily no matter what.

The boy was inexperienced, and his fighting was as simple and simple as if he was practicing a sword on his own.

The boy had never thought about what he was going to do with each attack to prepare for the next, or what he would do if his opponent didn't confront him head-on.

He seems to have regarded his opponent as a sword-practicing opponent who will definitely confront him head-on.

For a person who lacks combat experience, this may keep them from being nervous, but it can be fatal.

A person who has no combat experience has to fight like a beast.

Show all your fangs, show all your claws, to bite, to grab, to ram, to fight with all means.

Only the continuous accumulation of combat experience will make them understand what kind of combat is more effective, and only the continuous accumulation of combat experience can make them understand what kind of routine they are suitable for.

This young man, did Qin Xue just let him fight without telling him anything?

Fang Qiong was a little unconvinced.

No matter how Qin Xue is, she is also a saint more than three hundred years ago, located on top of Qin Xia.

Fang Qiong didn't think that just because Qin Xue was older, those people at that time would let Qin Xue be the saint, and Qin Xue must have Qin Xue's excellence.

What is Qin Xue thinking?

Did she want to let the drama kill this young man?

Fang Qiong couldn't help but be slightly shocked when she thought of this.

If this was really the case, it would be really terrifying, this kind of Qin Xue made Fang Qiong feel extremely uncomfortable.

The needle-like sword pierced through Chu Feng's back, and then followed Chu Feng's body, silently piercing Chu Feng's lower abdomen, with dripping blood, piercing out.

"Tick-"

Chu Feng's blood slowly dripped from the blade of the sword, shattered on the stone tool, and slowly dissolved into the stone tool.

Chu Feng felt some pain, he clenched the Water Moon Sword tightly, and then streams of true qi erupted from all over his limbs.

Wet drama felt a chill that invaded the bone marrow, and his face, eyebrows, and clothes were instantly covered with a thick layer of frost and snow.

The spurts of white smoke-like true qi were quite surging, so surging that he had to retreat backwards, and he also pulled out his sword.

"Poof—"

Chu Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body staggered a little, but the wound that penetrated his body was covered by a layer of cold ice in an instant, and then the cold ice turned into new flesh and blood in an instant, as if he had never been injured.

Chu Feng also stood up suddenly, turned around, and looked at the drama.

Wet Ju dusted off the frost on his body, and looked at Chu Feng's expression more and more surprised, the quality of the true qi just now was even higher than the quality of his true qi.

What the hell is this kid?

It doesn't look like a battle clearly, how can the quality of true qi be so high, who is he?

The expression of the drama changed several times, and he was full of hesitation for a while, and he didn't dare to move.

Chu Feng clenched the Water Moon Sword, and snowflakes suddenly fluttered around his body, fluttering one after another, very softly, falling with the wind, instantly turning the distance of dozens of zhang around Chu Feng's body into a silver-white world.

Chu Feng took a deep breath, and the cold qi absorbed in his body was already ready to move.

He had been fighting for so long before he finally realized that he had never been able to find the feeling when he practiced his sword because his exercises had changed.

This nameless technique, which was finally penetrated under the drive of the cold air, did not seem to get along so well with the Huaguang Thirteen Swords he used.

But the only external skills he knows are the Huaguang Thirteen Swords.

Since it is not suitable, then it is not necessary.

Just like in the White Emperor's Mausoleum, it is enough to keep the exercises running and keep rushing forward.

For the rest, nothing else.

Chu Feng clenched his teeth, and the joints of his fingers turned a little white from overexertion.

Wisps of cold qi spread out from his palm, covering the Water Moon Sword, spreading along the Water Moon, revealing only the blade of the Water Moon, which gradually condensed into an ice blade.

Chu Feng looked at the drama, and then let out a roar from the depths of his throat, clenched the ice blade, and rushed towards the drama!

Chu Feng was like a rampaging bison, with a clear goal, and rushed along a straight line.

Behind him was a space frozen in frost and snow, and in front of him, a space was about to fall.

Looking at the young man who rushed over, there were fatal flaws all over his body, and there were fatal loopholes everywhere, which made him more and more shocked.

Is this crazy?

Or are you seducing yourself?

The drama picked up the sword, but he didn't come out of the sword for a long time.

Because he didn't know how to use his sword for a while.

The whole body is full of flaws, all loopholes, which flaws should the sword be sent to, and which loopholes should the sword be sent?

There have been hundreds of battles in his life, whether it is facing young people's competition or facing masters who are stronger than himself, he has never been so at a loss.

Because he has never seen such an opponent at all.

Cultivation, experience, performance, and true qi, the four factors used to measure a person's combat strength should be consistent and coordinated, but in this young man, they are completely contradictory to each other, making people not know which is true and which is false.

The momentary hesitation of the drama made Fang Qiong a little inexplicable, she had never been in contact with Chu Feng, so naturally she didn't know how shocked Chu Feng's heart was by the true qi that Chu Feng had just discharged, so she had the hesitation at this time.

The drama was hesitating, but Chu Feng, who was already about to let it out, did not hesitate at all.

He clenched the water moon tightly, and had already rushed to the side of the drama.

Chu Feng held the sword, raised the sword and slashed it hard!

The horizontal sword of the drama wants to use a sword in his hand to frame this sword.

This is the last choice of the drama.

He has been famous for a long time, a master of the upper ninth order, facing a young man full of flaws, and finally chose to go on the defensive.

If such a thing is said, probably no one will believe it, and even those who believe it will probably take it as a joke.

But whoever is in the situation of the drama will not be confident enough to ensure that they can do better than the drama.

After all, attacking is risky.

And if you make a wrong move, you are likely to lose the whole game.

It's better to take a defensive position for the time being, look at the situation, and under a few defenses, you can also test the depth of the opponent, and then make a more correct decision.

Masters are cautious, because prudence is the only way to survive one battle after another and elevate oneself to master.

The more advanced you are, the more cautious you will be when facing those elusive opponents.

This is the immutable truth.

For all the masters of the Six Realms, this is the case.

Chu Feng's eyes were round, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and there were even wisps of blood in his eyes.

The raised water moon roared and slashed down, and the traces swept away were a piece of solidified frost.

The horizontal sword of the drama met the falling water moon.

The drama is waiting for the result of these two swords coming together.

This head-on confrontation may be enough to estimate the strength of the other party.

Wet drama thought.

Then he heard a crisp "ding" sound, and his hand didn't bear any force.

The face of the drama changed.

He saw that ice-blue sword light directly broke through his sword and slashed down towards him.

The face of the drama was full of shock.

The horizontal brown-black brilliance and the vertical ice-blue sword light are intertwined into a cross.

But if you look closely, you can see that the ice-blue sword light is continuous, while the brown-black sword light has been disconnected from the middle.

The sword of the drama broke.

The sword of the drama, facing the falling water moon, was like a rusty scrap iron, and it was cut off without even being able to block it.

How is this possible?

The shock on his face was full of shock, and before his shock had time to subside, Shui Yue had quietly cut into the body of the drama.

From the top of the head to the lower limbs, in one go, the light is soft.