"Ding"

There was a crisp sound, and the sword and the sword collided, and it was obviously not an entity, but there was a sound of fine iron fighting.

The sword mang was cut off after only a pause, and the sword mang's spiritual power turned into a sky full of spiritual light and dissipated as soon as it was shocked, and the sword mang's castration continued unabated, and it dissipated and disintegrated after cutting dozens of fingers in a row.

At this time, the remaining finger strength and the attack behind had arrived, holding the sword in his left hand and stretching forward with his right hand, the sword qi converged in the index finger, and the index finger instantly emitted a dazzling golden light.

A huge golden finger five feet long and one foot thick shot out.

All kinds of attacks were smashed alive, and it was not until there were only twenty or so attacks left that the sword fingers collapsed. The rest of the attack Yu Zefeng easily avoided with his sword, and there was an explosion from the place where he had been standing before, and the entire ground shook violently.

The crowd of onlookers shook their jaws.

Not only them, but also the group of people who attacked and Lu Zhaofeng in the Tingfeng Building, as well as several men in a teahouse in the distance, were also no exception.

These people were none other than the elders of the One Qi Sect and Hua Wuji, how could they not come and see if such a big event happened in Shangming City, as the host.

Yu Zefeng held back the slash in his right hand, his arm naturally drooped and the tip of the sword touched the ground, and more than two hundred spiritual power flying swords rotated in a storm, protecting him in the middle.

He dragged his sword forward, his speed increasing faster and faster, and the tip of the sword brought a string of sparks on the ground.

"Scattered"

With a light shout, the spiritual power flying sword surrounding him exploded instantly, shooting at a group of Divine Pill Divine Infant Monks, and he himself directly faced the two Combined Monks.

The index finger of his left hand pointed out a mixed yuan finger at the two of them, and the sword of slashing followed by two more slashes.

Dao Dao's fierce attack pierced the air, sending a piercing wind whistle.

The Mo Family Combined Cultivator struck out a few fingers before intercepting the Mixed Yuan Finger that was attacking him, and hurriedly propped up the spiritual power shield, and at the same time, the mustard stone light flashed, and a round shield defensive magic weapon was immediately struck, floating in front of him.

"Boom"

The open blade slash directly broke through the spiritual shield and slashed straight at the defensive magic weapon.

"Click"

The six-grade defensive magic weapon was cut out of a few cracks, and he himself was directly slashed out two hundred zhang away, smashing to the ground and coughing up blood.

In comparison, the combined cultivators of the Four True Pavilion were much better, not only was their strength higher than that of the mid-merge stage, but their defensive magic weapons were also seventh-grade heavenly weapons.

It was a piece of armor, and the blade only left a mark on the armor, and it could not be broken directly. But his body was also shocked and took more than a dozen steps back before he could barely stand firmly, and the corners of his mouth were bloody and suffered internal injuries.

Hundreds of spiritual power flying swords shuttled through the crowd, and the sound of sighing continued, and one after another figures were pierced and lay to the ground. Even a few Divine Infant Peak Cultivators are not spared, can they block one stalk, can they block ten stalks, can they block ten stalks, can you block a hundred stalks?

This is the first realm of the heaven-level primary martial art Star Scar Imperial Sword Technique', the 'Imperial Spirit Realm', and the supreme demeanor that can only be achieved with the heaven-level peak martial art Sword Yuan Jin.

Even if it lacks the Slashing Sword bonus, it is still not something that a group of Realm Cultivators can resist.

After killing all the realm monks in the field, Yu Zefeng did not withdraw the spiritual power flying sword, but continued to use the flying sword to make up for the monk who fell to the ground before.

So far

Of the more than 200 monks who came in a rage, only two of them were still alive. Such a very spicy method made other people's hearts feel cold, and some people who were not mentally strong turned white.

The "Xiu" Chopping Sword flew out, and slashed at the monk surnamed Mo who fell to the ground in the distance. A sword qi that was just over a foot long shot out, and the sword qi became thinner and longer in the extreme speed of flight.

When it flew above its head, it had already turned into a sword qi filament that was as thin as a hair, as bright as a star. The man endured the severe injury, gritted his teeth and sacrificed the cracked defensive magic weapon, but the sword qi still shaved off his head.

His eyes were round and incredulous, and he seemed to be unable to figure out how he was killed even though he had a magic weapon to resist.

It's just that everything happened too fast.

This is the power of the sword style, which can be big or small, long or short.

In fact, the round shield was blocked, and at this moment, the sword qi silk hit the round shield horizontally and horizontally, and the round shield part could grow, which naturally bent under the action of inertia and attacked its neck.

It's like whipping a tree trunk with a whip, and the tip of the whip will wrap around the trunk due to inertia, the same thing. Of course, there is a certain limit, and it is impossible to become infinitely longer and thinner, depending on the amount of sword energy contained in the attack.

Yu Zefeng's gaze looked at the mid-merge monk of the Four True Pavilion again, and when the latter saw that he was noticed by this little demon, he was almost so frightened that he knelt down directly, and his tone trembled and he hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Xiaoyou, it's all our fault, I am willing to resolve this misunderstanding on behalf of the Sizhen Pavilion, and I also ask Xiaoyou's subordinates to be merciful. He was really scared, and he knew that he must be the one who would die if he was beaten. But how could he die here, regardless of his face, he pleaded in public.

"It's okay, just pick me up with three swords. Yu Zefeng replied lightly.

Without waiting for the other party to reply, the sword slashed out three consecutive slashes, the first one was reluctantly taken by the man, and his body flew out dozens of feet upside down. Before he could get up, the second sword slashed down again, and Cui moved his armor to defend again.

'Boom'

Directly cut into the ground more than ten zhang deep, the man spat blood in his mouth and suffered a heavy blow with a blurry face, did not give him any time to react, the third sword roared, and in the explosion, the man was cut into the ground more than ten zhang again.

And then there is no then, the opening of the sword with the will of the sword, or the sword of the sword is directly urged, how can it be so easy to take.

Although it didn't break through his defensive weapon, just the force of the counterattack that erupted from the exchange was enough to shock him to death.

A breeze blew, bringing up Yu Zefeng's robe and black hair, fluttering messily, making him look more and more unfathomable.

The spiritual power flying sword flew out to clean the battlefield, and there were as many as twenty-one mustard stones brought back by the flying sword alone, two heavenly weapons, and dozens of magic weapons.

I secretly sighed in my heart! Murder and arson of gold belts, build bridges and pave roads, and there are no corpses.

Ignoring the gazes of countless people, he used his sword to flee and swept directly towards the south gate.

Along the way, the monks hurriedly moved out of the way, as if avoiding snakes and scorpions. I'm afraid that if I slow down, I will be torn apart by this ruthless young man.

Only the sound of discussion like a wave was left, and a pair of eyes of envy and awe.

Lu Zhaofeng looked at the distant back and fell silent, I don't know why, the not majestic figure gave him a convincing feeling. Even if he saw his blood boiling, he couldn't help but think of those eventful years hundreds of years ago.

Hua Wuji is also deeply silent, all along, as the first person of the young generation in Yuzhou, he is very proud and proud, but today he understands what the real Tianjiao is.

What is he in comparison?

Several Yiqi Sect Elders next to him looked at Hua Wuji and did not speak. It is clear that if this level of Hua Wuji passes, his strength and temperament will increase exponentially, and if he can't cross it, then he may stop at the realm in this life.

Qingzhu Peak is just five miles outside the south gate, the peak height is less than 300 zhang, the whole peak body is covered by the bamboo sea and is full of green, the breeze blows, the bamboo branches swing with the wind and the leaves rustle.

On the stone platform at the top of the peak, an old man and a young man sit opposite each other, and there is a purple jade teapot and two teacups on the stone platform, all of which are rising with bursts of heat.

The breeze, the bamboo sea, the hot tea, the tea fragrance and the bamboo.

Warm day, old and young, cultivation, laughter and embarrassment.