For the Poison Sword Immortal, all the cultivation exercises or sword formation methods in the world, whether they are gaining momentum or vigorously, are all tinkering with old moves, looking gorgeous and colorful, full of streamers, but not as beautiful as the clumsiness of the beginning of the wilderness, the world is gradually rising along the spiral way, and it is inevitable that the descendants will surpass the predecessors, but today's martial arts are a bit biased, and the so-called martial arts masters talk about the big truth, and they really want to determine the victory or defeat. When dividing life and death, he often has to pretend to be righteous and awe-inspiring, and talk too much. The genius of the Northern Wei Dynasty, who was outside the world, was very much in line with the taste of the poisonous sword immortal, knowing that he could not do it, Hao Lian Bobo was not defeated, and Kong Dao Buddha died unjustly.

It's a pity that the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty inserted a pole in the process of the Lord of the Western Regions becoming immortal, cutting off an important chess piece for him, so the contradiction is irreconcilable, and it is imperative for the Poison Sword Immortal to take the head of the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Seeing that the sword formation around him had been formed, the rich sword qi was shining under the traction of Zhao Xingtu, becoming more and more magnificent and colorful, and the entire battlefield was overflowing with Haoran sword qi.

Murong Feng let Zhao Xingtu gather momentum completely, and burst out the most gorgeous sword, after all, this may be the last sword of this young man in this life, and the talents in the rivers and lakes are the most rare, but I Murong Feng does not seem to have the obligation to cherish and love talents, such hypocritical things are done by Huang Chunfeng and Zhao Dunhuang in front, and the poisonous sword fairy is responsible for harvesting.

Taking advantage of the gap between Zhao Xingtu's sword qi and rising, the poisonous sword immortal couldn't help but be slightly distracted, laughing at himself, as if the world had forgotten one thing, before he Murong Feng entered the martial arts, he used to be a scholar who aspired to be a member of the world's society, at that time, Murong Feng was still a little cowardly and shy, and liked to reason with others, because reasoning often quarreled with people, and most of them were beaten by others and bruised all over his body, and his head was bleeding. It was only because he met the wrong person at the wrong time and did the wrong thing that he created today's Murong Feng.

Is this kind of Murong Feng good? There is nothing wrong with it! The Poison Sword Immortal let out a loud shout, and Zhao Xingtu's sword formation had also matured, his aura had risen to the peak, and the dozens of swords he was wearing gathered into a single sword, standing between heaven and earth in the distance, and the sword qi was as thick as a mountain peak, rising into the air.

The first person of the new generation of the Nanliang Sword Sect was full of energy, and he stomped his feet suddenly, and the person followed the sword, straight into the air, and the long sword hung upside down, and the tip of the sword was downward, pointing directly at Murong Feng on the ground like an ant.

A sword comes from heaven, and it comes from above and never returns!

Murong Feng's clothes and hair flew wantonly, looking up at the sky, the colorful giant sword plunged straight down, and the poisonous sword immortal retreated with one foot, bowed forward with one foot, without the slightest intention of avoiding its edge, and then punched the sky.

The colored giant sword slammed into Murong Feng's fist, like a sledgehammer smashing a thin needle, but this thin needle was too strong and reliable, but it broke one side with a point, and the colored giant sword exploded into a cloud of brilliant brilliance, and countless sword qi flew out in all directions, piercing into the ground.

"It's a pity. Murong Feng snorted coldly, withdrew his fist, put it on his waist, released his five fingers in turn and clenched it tightly, boom, and it was another extremely simple punch.

The hundred-zhang colored giant sword was like the white snow of the sun, slowly melting, collapsing and shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, Zhao Xingtu from top to bottom was getting closer and closer to the poisonous sword immortal, and when the colored giant sword disappeared completely, the fists of the two had already met in the air.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, Zhao Xingtu forcibly swallowed it, and silently recited a sentence in his mouth: "Rise again!"

The sword qi that had disappeared into the ground suddenly condensed, and a colorful long sword broke through the ground, stabbing directly at the poisonous sword immortal.

The similarity is that the two swords are at the peak of sword moves and sword intent, but the former is born with a sense of heart, free and easy, free and easy, after a sword, you can regenerate a sword, and after two swords, you will be at the end of the road, and you can't make a new move, and Zhao Xingtu's sword array is obviously carefully arranged, even if the giant sword is damaged and the sword qi is scattered, it can also be interlocked, and countless sword qi can be regenerated.

Murong Feng squinted slightly, soared into the air, dodged the sudden killing machine, turned his fist into a palm, pinched Zhao Xingtu's fist, pulled it down, hit it his knee, kicked Zhao Xingtu out with one kick, made a knife shape with one hand, and raised it above his head, Murong Feng, who was already dressed in white like an immortal, had a more cold and killing temperament, like an immortal who slay demons and demons from the sky.

There are no complicated moves, and there is no fancy atmosphere, just a simple downward split.

Everything in the world can be killed, and everything in the world can be broken.

The seemingly invincible giant sword was split into two and was directly split in half, and those dissipated sword qi were ready to merge into one again, Murong Feng raised his hand knife and slashed again, those sword qi that had gradually condensed and not yet formed were like wind and rain, fragmented, and could no longer condense.

Xiao Ran landed, Murong Feng put his hands behind his back, looked at Zhao Xingtu not far away, and shook his head, meaning that it was too far, too far: "Your sword is divided into three styles, the first type is the Tianfa killing machine, the second type is the earth killing machine, the third type is the human hair killing machine, the latter style is born in the front style, and the cycle rises, one style is stronger than the other." Directly break up your second style, don't let the third style start, it's not that I'm jealous, but it's too boring, even if the third style is so powerful that it can turn the earth upside down, it's just like this for me, Zhao Dunhuang still has high expectations for you, and he didn't impose his set on you, but let you find another way and get out of another world, which is not easy. ”

Liu Qing and Yu Qing had never seen Zhao Xingtu, and they could stop Murong Feng from going west at the cost of their own lives, that is, friends were not enemies, the two stood on both sides of Zhao Xingtu, Yu Qing said: "The three of them join forces, how long can they hold on?"

As soon as he heard the word joining forces, Zhao Xingtu, who thought highly of himself, frowned: "I was just passing by, and the matter of joining forces has nothing to do with me." ”

Liu Qing shook his head: "Brother Tai, this is not right, when the water meets, the rivers and lakes rescue the emergency, and it is the obligation of every son and daughter of the rivers and lakes to help each other." Hmm, what is Murong Feng doing?"

Murong Feng on the opposite side stretched out a finger, playing like a child, and pointed back and forth on the three of them: "Point the general, whoever you point to, whoever is my good soldier and good general, mine will take him to fight." ”

The last finger fell on Zhao Xingtu's body, and the body of the poisonous sword fairy appeared one by one, and he had already come to Zhao Xingtu's body, and pointed a finger at the other party's heart.

Zhao Xingtu was suddenly startled, it was too late to make a move, and the naughty little sword blocked in front of Murong Feng's finger with a whoosh at the last moment, and a brilliant light bloomed.

Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Zhao Xingtu retreated suddenly, but even so, he was still pierced by Murong Feng's strength in his shoulder, blowing up a hole.

Murong Feng stood his finger in front of him: "It's a little interesting." ”