86_86259 "Crackling" The dense collision of the two swords was accompanied by continuous sparks, and it was just more than ten seconds in the blink of an eye.

The number of sparks that erupted more than twenty times made everyone present feel terrified, and even the monks who were fighting in the other rings in the distance stopped in shock and looked here and here.

The white-robed old man in the ring was also attacking Mu Feng like raindrops one after another and faster and faster, and he was curious and half-squinted with interest, carefully watching Mu Feng's every move.

"That's too fast, isn't it?" A Qingxuanzong disciple standing beside Zhuo Zichen looked at Mu Feng's messy but seemingly ever-changing sword dance, and was amazed.

Although Zhuo Zichen didn't speak, his eyes became even colder, Xia Ruolan frowned slightly, and looked at Mu Feng with a somewhat complicated look. She had also seen Mu Feng's sword dance before, but she didn't have the opportunity to watch it as carefully as she did now on Xia Peak that night, and it didn't matter if she didn't look at it, it also surprised her.

However, even though most of the people in the square were shocked by Mu Feng's sword dance, Mu Feng's heart became more and more bottomless. Because the ghost-faced man who was surrounded by her sword dance from beginning to end had never moved her position, and every blow she had seemed to know in advance was easy to block, no matter how the frequency and speed of her attacks increased, the latter was unhurried and just right, and there was no hesitation or superfluous movements at all. "How is that possible? Actually blocked it all? Qian Yi, who was watching the battle from a distance, also knew a lot about the Sanqing Sword Style, and thought that even if Mu Feng couldn't rely on the First Qing to defeat her, at least he could hurt her.

The result shocked everyone, Mu Feng gritted his teeth in the end, and the second clear breaking red dust of the Sanqing Sword Style was launched.

The sword like a wild snake dancing changed with the direction of his movement, slashing out from all directions, and in an instant, the sword light overflowed, and Mu Feng, who was attacking around the ghost-faced man, was almost difficult to see his face at close range, and his speed had reached an extreme.

In the face of Mu Feng's sudden acceleration and even more aggressive attack, the ghost-faced man in his encirclement finally reacted.

The silver sword in his hand suddenly shone brightly, and a sword qi aimed at Mu Feng's sideways and struck out, Mu Feng's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly put the sword across his chest, and the inertial sprint made it difficult for him to stop moving his body immediately, and directly collided with this sword qi.

"Bang"

In the midst of everyone's exclamations, the ghost-faced man seemed to have a premonition that he had already expected Mu Feng's movement trajectory, and the white sword qi he shot out hit the sword body of Mu Feng's ink-colored long sword across his chest.

Mu Feng only felt as if his chest had been smashed with a hammer, and the huge impact force made him explode backwards again and again, four or five meters away, before he staggered to a halt, and the two sleeves of his robe had been torn by the sword qi, fortunately, Mu Feng used the sword to protect his body in time, otherwise if the sword qi just now hit him directly, I am afraid that he would be out of the game like that Dongfang Sword now.

"It's already the second clear, how is it possible? What the hell is that man? The speed is on par with Mu Feng, Mu Feng Erqing can already play seven seven forty-nine swords! ”

Seeing from a distance that Mu Feng was inexplicably beaten out in this situation, Qian Yi's eyes widened and he looked at the two people in the ring with horror.

"Seventy-seven forty-nine swords?" The speaker had no intention, the listener was intentional, and he couldn't hear the words of Qian Yi next to him, and his eyes changed slightly and asked curiously.

"You don't understand, with this set of sword skills, Mu Feng can hit forty-nine swords in a very short time, and I can play twenty or thirty swords at most. That guy not only blocked it all, but also almost injured Mu Feng, it's really strange! ”

Qian Yi was white and incompetent, and after a glance, his brows furrowed and he said in a deep voice.

The dazzling, exciting sword dance had ended from the beginning, and in just a few dozen seconds, Mu Feng had already struck out sixty or seventy swords, including Yiqing, but none of them caused damage to her.

This made Mu Feng puzzled, after re-distancing himself from the ghost-faced man, the sequelae after the end of the Sanqing Sword Pose also followed, panting, his body gradually became a little heavy and weak, his expression was solemn, and his eyes were gloomy looking at the ghost-faced man in front of him.

Who the hell is this guy? Could it be that the person in front of him is already so strong?

"It's hard, if you hurry up, maybe I'll lose. But you're going to be sluggish now, you're losing! The ghost-faced man raised his trembling and somewhat uncontrollable right hand slightly, and after looking down, he said in a calm and hoarse voice.

At this moment, Mu Feng noticed such a subtle movement of her, and his face changed at the moment, first showing a puzzled expression, and after a while, he smiled bitterly and shook his head again and again: "Sure enough, he is a master with a sword, since this is the case, then I won't pinch it and hide it." ”

As soon as the words fell, when the ghost-faced man walked towards him and heard Mu Feng's words pause slightly, Mu Feng slowly closed his eyes, and mobilized the few forces in his body while holding his breath and concentrating.

The whole process was just a blink of an eye, and when Mu Feng opened his eyes again, his dark eyes flashed with an incomparably gloomy and cold murderous intent.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Feng's black robe began to swing up without wind, and with a "snap" sound, he put the sword on his chest with both hands, and a majestic force spread out from his body, which actually made the people around the ring feel a wave of qi blowing on their bodies.

"Hey, it's over!" When he saw that Mu Feng's body was strangely starting to leave the ground, slowly flying upward, his face turned red, and his sword-holding hands were constantly trembling, Qian Yi looked at Mu Feng, who was simply incredible in the eyes of everyone at this moment, and said with a sneer.

When they saw Mu Feng like this, there was no sound in the square of Nuoda, everyone held their breath and didn't blink their eyes, for fear that they would miss something, Zhuo Zichen and the others also changed their faces and looked at Mu Feng who could still stay suspended on his own with a complicated expression.

This phenomenon is incomprehensible to them, it is impossible for the strength to stagnate in mid-air without reaching the condensation of Xuanyun, before the condensation of Xuanyun, these cultivators at most slowed down the speed of falling in the air, but like Mu Feng, not only did not fall but also rose at a uniform speed, which was really a bit incomprehensible.

Although Mu Feng Yukong is not high, it has already made everyone in the square widen their eyes and find it difficult to understand. The shock that Mu Feng brought to them was simply endless.

"What?"

Just when everyone's eyes were focused on Mu Feng, who had already soared to the top of the ghost-faced man's head four or five meters high, the ghost-faced man in the ring actually made the same action as Mu Feng before.

With the sword in both hands across her chest, a cyclone spread out from the soles of her feet, and then under the surprised gaze of Mu Feng and Qian Yi, she also slowly flew upward.

"Could it be? No, it can't be! ”。