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Looking at Chu Feng, who was frantically killing in the ruins, even the battle maniac Sword Unknown finally arrived a little shocked. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Where is that figure, it is clearly a ferocious beast, the bloody knife in his hand slashes out blood-colored Changhong, constantly repeating the same action frantically, not caring about the attack that falls on him.

The simplest and most brutal way succeeded in breaking through the defenses of one disciple after another, cutting off their limbs and splitting their bodies.

Then he absorbed the splattered blood into his body as the most precious treasure in the world, and soaked his long dark red hair more and more vividly!

If these are not beasts, then what are beasts!

But the shock was followed by an even stronger excitement and an unconcealable pleasure.

Only by fighting such a person will the battle become more meaningful!

"All stand down, I'll come, I'll come!"

Jian Mingwu shouted excitedly, and the water moon in his hand, which was not smooth, slashed out a white rainbow and fell towards Chu Feng.

Chu Feng raised his head, and his blood-red eyes reflected a light as bright as frost and snow.

He didn't defend himself, but raised his knife, the blade of the blood knife was illuminated by the sun with a brilliant halo, and a bright moon soaked in blood also suddenly cut out, towards the falling white rainbow, without any fear!

"Boom!"

The white rainbow of the blood moon suddenly intersected, and the light of the two colors penetrated each other, intermingling, forming a continuous and violent shock wave, which spread like ripples towards the periphery.

Wherever the shock wave passed, the ruins and broken walls were all shattered, and in an instant, the stirred true qi was completely crushed and called endless powder, and it was thrown into the wind.

The crowd of onlookers quickly retreated, not wanting to be hit hard by the aftermath of the confrontation between the two men.

Although the combat strength of the two of them was not as powerful as the battle momentum of the few seventh- and eighth-order masters on the mountainside, it was already beyond the scope of these onlookers and disciples who could fight.

Even if he went all out, no one present would think that he would be Chu Feng's enemy.

And with his broken arms, it was not easy to stop the bleeding, and Yunpu, who was pale in face, was even more frightened, and was a little glad that he was lucky.

The first confrontation caused both of them to be in the air for a moment, but it was only a brief moment, and both of them roared and rushed towards each other.

There is only crazy killing intent in a person's eyes, and a person's eyes are full of crazy battle intent.

Whether it is killing intent or war intent, it is crazy.

Because of their madness, they are all extremely powerful!

"Snort-"

The ferocious blood light and the cold sword light constantly collided and intertwined in the space between the two, from the sky to the ground, there were thin blood lines everywhere, or cold sword intent, as if a network was woven with blood and white, fleeting, but constantly spreading around.

"Snort-"

A small, shrill wail continued to emerge along with the intertwined threads, and straight marks began to imprint on the ground, several feet deep into the rocks, leaving traces that would never fade compared to the fleeting marks in the air.

Between the straight marks that weaved on the ground, the pieces of rubble finally broke away from the earth, were attracted by the powerful force, and began to rise into the sky.

However, as soon as it broke away from the earth, thin notches of different shades appeared on its surface, as if someone skilled in carving was cutting its surface.

"Snort-"

The shrill sound became louder and louder, and the flying pieces of rubble supported it for only a moment, and then it was cut away layer by layer by the traces, and finally turned into powder and drifted away in the wind.

"Boom!"

With a shocking bang, Chu Feng and Sword Unknown finally began to collide, and the brief confrontation between the Blood Knife and Shui Yue suddenly stirred up a wave of thousands of layers, and within a radius of two or three miles, it suddenly disappeared, leaving only a strange tranquility.

A trace of blood appeared at the corner of Chu Feng's mouth, and the blood knife in his hand was also covered with cracks.

It was only a short blow, but both of them used their abilities to the limit without any reservations.

The sword name was unknown and finally knew the ability of the opponent in front of him, even if the opponent at the moment made him exert a strength far beyond his true cultivation because of the exercises, but his foundation was still not as strong as it seemed after all.

If it drags on, the victory will definitely belong to the sword name, but that is very uninteresting for the sword name.

Absolute victory is not interesting, a battle that does not get pleasure is not interesting, and if it is not interesting, then he has to make this battle more interesting on his own.

He would not deliberately suppress his abilities, so he would give Chu Feng more opportunities to exert himself, and he would enjoy the strength shown by the young man in front of him.

In this way, he can enjoy more and help him go further on the kendo.

The name of the sword suddenly retreated, and in an instant, he retreated several miles away, and then looked at Chu Feng calmly, waiting for Chu Feng's further performance.

The blood knife in Chu Feng's hand slowly shattered, but more blood wrapped around him frantically gathered into his hand, and a huge blood bow suddenly condensed in his palm.

Chu Feng slowly pulled out the blood bow, accompanied by a tooth-sore sound of "quack", and more blood gathered into a blood arrow and landed on the full moon string.

Chu Feng's gloomy and ferocious gaze was firmly locked on the sword name Wuwen's body, and the blood arrow also let out a trembling and screaming of excitement, emitting more and more blood light, and swallowed Chu Feng in a moment.

Jian Ming Wuwen felt a chill envelop him, and he felt the increasingly strong killing intent, stabbing his skin slightly.

Maybe the arrow will kill you.

Kena thought excitedly, sticking out his tongue and licking his own dry, chapped lips.

The bow is like a full moon, and the blood arrow is wound!

Chu Feng's eyes calmly looked at the sword in the distance, and the wind and thunder faintly rose on the blood bow of the full moon, emitting bursts of low roars.

The phantoms of ghosts and gods condensed by blood surrounded the blood arrows, and the cries of resentful spirits resounded in the sky.

The name of the sword was unknown and did not move.

He waited, waiting for the arrow to come at its fullest and bring him more realization.

But he's not just waiting, he's also gathering momentum.

His bones were trembling and making a faint sound, and he stood there, thin and sickly, with his shoulders drooping, but in his vision, he stood majestically, like a sword.

The name of the sword is a sword.

Chu Feng's body couldn't help but start trembling, his bones began to crack, his muscles began to tear, if he continued to maintain this state, the whole person would be broken like this blood bow in his hand because it was too tight.

Even though he had lost his mind at the moment, his instinct for the crisis drove him to finally take the right action.

The roar that had been suppressed in his throat was instantly released, and a blood-colored rainbow had already roared out of the air!

The blood-colored rainbow crossed the sky in an instant.

The distance between Chu Feng and the sword name was only a few miles, and under this blood-colored rainbow that was so full to the extreme, it was as thin as a piece of paper, and it could be easily penetrated.

The blood-colored rainbow disappeared in front of Chu Feng the moment it was issued.

The moment the blood-colored rainbow disappeared, it appeared in front of the unknown sword.

The skin of the sword name was suddenly soaked with blood, and there was a little coolness, making the sword name as if it had been struck by lightning, and an itchy feeling wandered over his limbs.

So fast!

The pupils of the sword's unknown name dilated instantly, and an arrow that was getting closer and closer reflected in his eyes, the arrow swirled and screamed, and one after another fierce ghosts and resentful spirits jumped out of the blood arrows from time to time, and let out a wail and cry of pain, with a mysterious power that bewitched people's hearts......

Kena Muwen felt his heart throbbing, it was a feeling that he had never felt before.

He felt as if he had glimpsed something, but he hadn't caught it yet, and if he did, he would have a breakthrough that he had never seen before—a breakthrough that he longed for.

The name of the sword did not retreat, his mind was blank, he did not swing the sword, because he himself was the sword.

The name of the sword is unknown, and of course he is a sword, a sword called Unknown.

The name of the sword was unheard of, and he didn't even make a move, but at this moment, a sword appeared behind him, a black sword—a black piece of iron in the shape of a sword.

There was not the slightest aura fluctuation on the sword, but the blade of the sword collided with the blood arrow, but it exuded an aura that was not weaker than the blood arrow - the sword was unknown, how could it be a mortal thing!

It was only as soon as they met, and the black and blood-colored ripples suddenly rippled away, gentle and gentle, but it was this gentle and gentle ripple that every time it came into contact with the still burning ruins, they would erase these ruins into ruins, a ruin in the true sense of the word—those ruins were reduced to ashes in an instant, and even the ashes were completely dissipated.

A disciple who wanted to see the duel clearly and was closer to the center of the duel didn't realize how powerful such a gentle ripple of True Qi was and didn't flee in time, he just saw the ripple come to him, and then he felt his body become very light—a moment later, he too turned into dust in the wind like a ruined wall.

The handover of the sword and the arrow.

Jian Mingwu and Chu Feng didn't take any action again.

It was the most well-brewed offensive of each of them, and it was also the offensive in which they poured all their strength into it.

One blow, the winner is decided.

The sword is wailing, and the arrow is broken.

The black iron melted into molten iron, and the blood arrows evaporated into smoke.

In the blink of an eye, the sword and arrow were mottled marks, as if they had been rusted by time for thousands of years.

The earth for miles made a dull sound and collapsed abruptly.

Jian Mingwu clenched Shui Yue in his hand, even though the blood soaked from his body had already flowed down his arm all over Shui Yue's bright sword body.

He promised someone else's things, and he would do it no matter what.

He was waiting for an opportunity, and that opportunity was bound to come.

Chu Feng's condition was even worse, it wasn't the strength he could exert that had already brought him a huge burden, and the collision and impact of the two finally made this burden completely beyond his limit.

He felt his flesh tearing and his viscera shattering.

At that moment, his reason finally felt panicked, and he woke up from the deep killing intent.

If you go on like this, you're going to die, right?

But he has nothing left, and what can he do when he dies?

"Poof—"

A soft coolness suddenly invaded his body, and he opened his eyes to see a sickly young man in front of him.

Where does he seem to have seen him?

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