Feng Xiaohan saw that Jiang Wen didn't dare to attack easily, so he knew that his plan was effective. Just like he had done when he played with his prey a long time ago, his eyes squinting were full of banter.

Jiang Wen couldn't read or hear his smile, but he still noticed the other party's emotional changes, because his sword was sharper, and every time he swung it, it would glow with a faint light, probably because of his emotions, which made his sword seem a little elegant, so he was very unhappy.

Feng Xiaohan didn't use the powerful sword technique anymore, but was just slashing with brute force - he only had seventy percent of the amount of vitality, so he had to save some use.

In such a dense and rapid rain curtain, every swing of the sword consumes great physical strength, but what he has is strength, and this brute force alone can make him beat Li Xiaofan without the power to fight back.

In the winter of the Savage Domain, dark clouds obscured the sun and moon, and the sky and the earth were pitch black, without any light source, and now they could still see the faint light on each other's hands, and the dazzling lightning in the distance was much better than then.

Although he couldn't hear the sound, Feng Xiaohan could still feel the presence of the other party, and even what posture he was standing in, and it was clear which hand was on top and which was below when holding the stick.

Therefore, the direction of the barren sword was very tricky, and after a few swings, the opponent's clothes were cut through a shallow opening, but it did not hurt his skin.

Feng Xiaohan slashed out a total of eleven swords, and Jiang Wen also blocked eleven times, during which he did not launch any attacks.

He stood in front of Mo Qiu, and the abyss and mountains stood in front of Feng Xiaohan.

Even if he tried to bypass him quietly, it didn't make any sense, Jiang Wen's divine sense locked all around, guaranteeing that nothing would break through his blockade, let alone who would bypass a mountain and try to attack the enemy behind the mountain?

After the eleven swords, Feng Xiaohan's sword lit up with a faint sword light again.

Lonely Boat Sword!

The water flow gradually turned rapid, the wind and rain became more and more intense, the turbulent river water was like a spacious river, and suddenly there was a fishing song in the distance, penetrating the rain curtain and going straight to the bottom of the heart.

It seems that in the upper reaches of the river, there is a lonely boat, and the fisherman on the lonely boat is calmly fishing and the river in the strong wind, as if the endless wind and rain in the sky are just a hazy light rain in the early morning.

Such a scene fell on everyone's minds, and it seemed so weird.

Because there is no real fishing song, it is just a vision that happened in the hearts of a few people.

Those who call breaking the wind and rain are songs, the melody of the rain washing on the sword, and the lonely boat floating on the surface of the river in the upper reaches of the river is actually a sword.

In such weather, in front of Jiang Wen, who used to be in the Collapse Realm, he could still swing his sword to create visions.

"What the hell did this kid grow up eating?"

Jiang Wen felt extremely depressed in his heart, he had killed countless geniuses, many of them were so-called battle maniacs, but none of them could do this when turning into spirits.

He put the iron rod in front of him, like a jade pillar in the sky, unattainable. It was as if a low bridge suddenly appeared on the river and stopped all the boats.

The sword of the wind and cold came like a lonely boat, marching on the spacious river, and the old man on the boat was draped in a hat, leisurely fishing, everything was so natural.

But the next scene shattered this natural meaning.

Because the lonely boat was driving the lonely boat, with the determination to never regret it, he crashed headlong into the jade pillar, and at the same time, a ripple suddenly appeared in the rain curtain, as if the lonely boat was waving on the water surface when it was moving.

In fact, those rains that go with the sword.

Just as the bow of the ship was about to hit the jade pillar, it suddenly stopped, as if it had tripped over the reef.

But the splash was still there, and the wind and rain on the sword continued to move forward along the inertia, some were blocked by the jade pillar, and some bypassed the jade pillar and went farther away.

And behind the jade pillar is Jiang Wen's face.

Jiang Wen also squinted his eyes, because in this way, he could more easily judge the position of the opponent's sword through the faint sword light that lit up from time to time.

But because of this, I was blinded by the rain that poured on my face.

Jiang Wen was startled, but then a thunderbolt suddenly sounded in the wind and rain, and at the same time a straight light appeared, as if a lightning bolt suddenly landed in front of him.

But the light did not come from outside the sky, but from the earth, and it will go out of the sky.

The light is weak but mighty, encompassing endless ambitions, trying to stand like the jade pillar.

With the sword and pestle, He Xirou, who was barely able to stabilize in the river, raised her head slightly, couldn't open her eyes, but seemed to be able to see this sword light, and said in her heart: "A sword in the sky!"

Feng Xiaohan didn't use a sword to come west, but took out the worn-out kitchen knife.

It was originally a knife used to cut vegetables in the stove room of Zizhuyuan, but it was used by Feng Xiaohan to cut the building to listen to the rain, split Baiwen, and attacked Her Royal Highness the princess of the Tang Dynasty.

Originally, with the Xilin Sword, the surprise attack no longer needed to rely on this kitchen knife to prop up the façade, but before coming to the ruins, he still turned it over.

The sword is the emperor of soldiers, domineering and unyielding.

Although it is not as delicate and unparalleled as the short sword, it has a little more strong and direct domineering, and Feng Xiaohan likes this feeling.

Direct enough,

It's painful enough.

The blade of the kitchen knife has begun to rust slightly, but after taking it out, it washes off the dirt under the waterfall rain and shows the blade again.

The sword light rose into the sky, and then fell heavily.

The direction of the fall was exactly where Jiang Wen stood.

Jiang Wen was blinded by the rain and couldn't see this light, but it didn't prevent him from perceiving its horror, so he wanted to block it, but it was too late......

I don't know if it's the wind Xiaohan's eagerness to win, or the sword light falling from the sky just enough to borrow the downward force with the water.

In short, the powerful sword light is much faster than before.

So it's more powerful.

A straight line appeared between the two, like butter cut by a hot knife, and the entire surface of the river, including the rain curtain, was split in half, and there was a gap in the wind and rain for a moment, but then it returned to its original state.

It almost became his usual trick.

It is very effective to use it against opponents who are fighting for the first time.

This is evidenced by the wound on Jiang Wen's shoulder.

Blood mixed with rain flowed down, and the wound deepened under the rain that had a great deal of pressure.

Jiang Wen's shoulder was injured, but he also reacted, in order to prevent the other party from using the same trick again, this time he closed his eyes tightly, and only used his divine sense to perceive the opponent's sword.

The sword rose to the east, and a sunset illuminated the barren sword like blood, and the appearance of the potholes was no different from the rocks of the barren countryside, so it was even more lonely.

This time Feng Xiaohan had no strength left, because he sensed that Mo Qiu was trying to straighten up.

Coupled with the Luzhou Landscape Sword at the beginning, Feng Xiaohan produced a total of thirteen swords and one sword, and there was no pause in between, it was a continuous offensive.

And now, he can use another sword.

Jiang Wen was a cultivator in the human world after all, and he had suffered too much less than Feng Xiaohan, even in the most arduous body forging realm, he had never had such a tempering, and the cruel environment made it impossible for him to use the defensive stick technique too many times in a row.

That will make your muscles sore, and you may even feel the urge to hold on to the stick.

It made him angry.

A hundred-year-old monk is not as good as a spirit-transforming boy in terms of will?

So Jiang Wen roared angrily, and the sound shook all over the circle, and even Bai Xuejian and He Xirou, who were a little farther away, heard it.

This time, he took offense as defense, his stick was like a dragon, and he waved it in the wind and rain, and the hurricane brought a large splash.

This time the swords and sticks intersected, and there was no crisp sound, but a loud bang.

Jiang Wenge opened the sword and slapped it with one palm at the same time, but the breath was exhausted, and it was too late to lift the vitality again, and the rain curtain unloaded most of the palm power like a wall, and when it hit Feng Xiaohan's body, it had become weak.