Iron lock Hengjiang.

This sword has a sense of purpose, and sometimes can even produce visions in certain environments, which is very rare in pure defensive swordsmanship.

Therefore, the Changming Sect made it public, and in a short period of time, it raised the combat power of all the scattered cultivators and small sects in the entire cultivation world to a higher level.

But more importantly,

Or because it's handy.

After Feng Xiaohan pulled out his sword, he subconsciously used this style.

The three-foot front was stopped by an iron chain across the river,

In the end, the green tip of the sword only stopped at the center of Feng Xiaohan's eyebrows, and he could no longer move an inch.

A drop of blood, oozing from his brow and running down the blade.

Mo Qiu was shocked,

The sword seemed to appear out of thin air, and she didn't even see where he drew it from.

There was nothing in front of Feng Xiaohan, it looked like Mo Qiu had stopped attacking by himself, but Mo Qiu clearly knew that there was a sword there.

An invisible but substantial sword,

Is the sword qi a blade?

Feng Xiaohan glanced at his right hand, and then glanced at the snowdrift not far away.

There was a delicate hole there, which was the mark of the sword, and his burden was buried there.

This sword didn't come out of nowhere,

but ran out of his baggage,

Obviously, this is not the small sword in the west, because the artistic conception of the iron lock Hengjiang cannot be implemented with a short sword.

Mo Qiu also looked at his right hand and felt a little strange.

He held a black hilt.

It was the one I picked up in the relics of the saint, and I asked Master Huiyuan to show it some time ago.

Lu Yingfeng's iron bone fan is also a magic weapon that can gather qi into a blade, but it is just a thing that replaces the sword.

Feng Xiaohan has a real hilt in his hand, I don't know which famous sword is a part of, the sword energy contained in it is extremely abundant, and the previous master must also be a master in history.

He felt the weight coming from his hand, the sword qi that erupted from the hilt of the sword and condensed into a blade in the cold wind, as if it had weight, making this invisible sword an objective thing.

How strong does it have to be to cultivate such a sword?

Feng Xiaohan exerted his strength slightly, and there was a soft sound between the invisible sword and the three-foot front, which was the sound of metal rubbing.

Mo Qiu's eyes froze, thinking that the sword formed by the sword qi actually had a steel-like hardness.

Under the refraction of the sunlight, the air in front of Feng Xiaohan was slightly distorted.

The two of them clearly saw the shape of the invisible sword,

The sword is three feet long,

The blade is three fingers wide.

Snowflakes from the overflowing mist on the icy lake fell, occasionally falling on the invisible sword, but instead of being shattered by it, they lay quietly on it.

This shows that the sword qi that makes up the invisible sword is tight and orderly, although it is sharp but not revealed, and all the power is concentrated on the blade and the tip of the sword.

How sharp should such an invisible sword be?

Mo Qiu didn't know this answer, but he had a faint hunch in his heart that the ink landscape skirt under the black robe should not be able to stop it.

Seeing the boiled duck fly away like this, the man who was clearly destined to die finally ushered in the dawn of victory.

This made Mo Qiu very annoyed, wondering how he got such a treasure?

As the daughter of the Demon Venerable, she is full of magic weapons, but she is not as precious as Feng Xiaohan.

"Coincidentally, this thing was found there when you were chasing me in the gray grassland. ”

Feng Xiaohan seemed to know what she was thinking, and said, "If you hadn't pressed too hard at the beginning, I would have really died today." ”

This sentence made Mo Qiu's face even more ugly,

Of course, he would not give up the turnaround of this turnaround, and the sound of the sword roaring behind his voice resounded on the top of the Heavenly Mountain, like a dragon's roar.

Feng Xiaohan is the Xuanhuang swordsmanship, and the water is thousands of miles along the flood gate!

On the Chengtian Continent, whether it is the human world, the barbarian realm, or other places, the Xuanhuang Sword is the closest sword technique to the Great Dao.

Feng Xiaohan has a big road, and this sword has created an illusion of flooding the Seventh Army, those cold winds that are suddenly supple but more irritable are water, the snow on the ground is the Seventh Army, and Mo Qiu is the wall in front of the water.

The monstrous flood swept towards Mo Qiu like a fierce beast, like a tsunami, as if it was about to swallow her.

Mo Qiu steadied his mind and was not intimidated by the illusions in front of him.

Since it is water, it is natural to learn from the ten thousand nights and days when one finger broke the rivers and mountains.

So Mo Qiu used a sword to break the vicissitudes.

But she forgot one thing, although she can draw a sword and cut off the water, but she can cut the water, but she can't cut the sea.

When the first life that sensed aura to transform into a spirit began to appear in the Chengtian Continent, no one could say that it would split the sea until now.

I can't do it even in the night.

They say cut off everything, but the sea is not in it.

Therefore, Feng Xiaohan's sword easily broke the sword momentum of the three-foot front, and the powerful sword qi slammed into Mo Qiu's arms.

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's robe was torn, and in the ink painting on the landscape skirt, countless messy lines appeared, which were all traces left by the sword qi.

With just one sword, half of her self-defense treasure was directly wasted.

It's like...... This is not one sword, but a thousand swords.

The sword momentum continues,

Mo Qiu realized his mistake, suppressed the blood surging in his chest, and began to change strategies.

The three-foot front only moves around the opponent in a defensive position, like a rock, no matter whether you blow the wind and rain or flood the Seventh Army, I will stand still.

Feng Xiaohan held the hilt of the sword with both hands, just like a yamen who raided the house, quickly swinging a stick that smashed into the precious porcelain.

This time, he used all his physical strength, his strength was highly concentrated, and the invisible sword smashed Mo Qiu's three-foot front, directly sending the opponent flying.

Mo Qiu took advantage of his strength to retreat more than ten zhang and landed steadily in the snow.

Feng Xiaohan glanced behind him, the excessive height made him a little dizzy, so he took a few steps forward and left the cliffside.

Mo Qiu raised his hand, and a streamer shot out from his sleeve.

The arrow in her sleeve is an offensive magic weapon, with extremely strong penetrating power, and can easily leave a transparent blood hole on the body of the Datang heavy armor soldier.

Even a three-foot front can't withstand a lot of blows.

The streamer came to Feng Xiaohan's body, but it crashed into the invisible sword, bursting out a beautiful spark, like a firework that exploded in an instant.

The streamer turned into scrap metal and fell to the ground on the side, making a soft snapping sound.

Feng Xiaohan took half a step back, his mouth was a little numb, and he looked at the other party's sleeve with some curiosity.

I saw Mo Qiu's wide sleeves fluttering, and the dust was like a fairy.

With such a strong power, why is there no recoil?

Qingzhu Feng's disciples are not good at using magic weapons, and of course there are few books on magic weapons in the library pavilion, but they also know some simple knowledge.

Feng Xiaohan learned the Fa by reading books and understood the world, but he just hadn't read anything about the Dharma Weapon, because there were too few books on this subject in the Qingzhu Peak Library Pavilion.

Mo Qiu misunderstood what he meant, and said, "This is my secret weapon, of course, I have to do everything to fight the enemy." ”

Feng Xiaohan stepped aside, hooked out the burden in the snow with his feet, and put the Xilin Xiaojian in his arms.

The desolate sword is on the other side, and since Mo Qiu thinks that he should do everything, he shouldn't let him get it easily.

Feng Xiaohan said seriously: "I agree with this, so I just did it before." ”

Hearing this, Mo Qiu's eyes turned murderous again, looked at him and said, "Do you want to die?"

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