Chu Feng's response was absolutely wonderful! not only resolved his own crisis, but also put Zheqiu in danger!

You must know that the dantian is the most important thing for the monks!

Seeing this, Zhe Qiu frowned, and the hand that originally grabbed Chu Feng's fist immediately pushed outward, while the palm knife in the other hand swept down vertically, slashing at Chu Feng's fingers at the critical moment.

I have to say that Zheqiu's palm knife is incomparable, and it is from top to bottom, occupying a certain advantage, so when the palm knife slashed on Chu Feng's fingers, Chu Feng only felt a heart-piercing pain surging like a tide, and the phalanges of the entire finger burned as if they were broken into several sections!

What's even worse is that after Zheqiu's palm was closed, he didn't stop at all, but reached out and grabbed his waist.

Draw your sword!

"Keng!" accompanied by a loud sword roar, a touch of cold sword light, with infinite killing intent, cut Chu Feng's waist horizontally!

This is to cut Chu Feng in half!

And Chu Feng's long sword had already shattered when he fought with Tan Hong, so Chu Feng was defenseless at this time!

In desperation, Chu Feng only had a Hundred Refining Demon Fist to blast towards the rapidly approaching sword blade!

"Buzz ....." The long sword trembled, and the sword light on the edge of the long sword flickered, but Chu Feng's Hundred Refining Demon Fist, which had reached the middle grade of the Xuan level, only shook Zheqiu's long sword a few times, and he paused back, and the power of the fist dissipated.

A hint of mockery hung on the corner of Zheqiu's mouth, and the true pill in the dantian became more and more urgent, and the overwhelming true qi poured into the long sword faster and faster, "Die!"

"Lost a sword!" Zheqiu's long sword suddenly became blurred, like chopping, splitting, sweeping, and cutting, making Chu Feng's complexion change greatly, and he couldn't see the true body of the long sword, and he didn't know how to dodge.

On the contrary, Zheqiu's eyes showed a cruel, smug smile. In the bottom of Zheqiu's heart, Chu Feng must die!

Because Zheqiu will never allow anyone in the outer door to be better than himself!

Back then, Zheqiu did behead a monk who was born at the peak of his pulse, but Zheqiu had something to hide!

That is, at that time, the savings of Zheqiu at the peak of the pulse were already enough, and even the dantian had the phantom of the true Dan! And the so-called Dansheng First Heavy Cultivator was only half a month to enter the Dansheng level!

In addition, Zheqiu has a palm, a sword, and two Xuan-level low-grade combat skills, but the monk only has one body!

Even so, Zheqiu was exhausted and extremely calculating to kill the monk who was born to a heavy one!

Now, Chu Feng easily reversed the monks who were born in the Dan Sheng, and even Chu Feng's cultivation was only the eighth level of the pulse to the ninth level of the pulse of the first level, which was undoubtedly one in the sky and the other on the ground compared to the folded autumn!

If Chu Feng is allowed to grow up, he will live in the shadow of Chu Feng for the rest of his life! This makes Zhi Qiu, who is already accustomed to honorable eyes, unable to accept it!

Therefore, from the moment he stepped on the Demon Refining Platform, Zheqiu knew that between himself and Chu Feng, whether it was because of the grudge of the first peak or because of his own reasons, there could only be one person to live!

The shadow of the sword is approaching, the sword is agitated, and its momentum is like thunder!

Chu Feng's body was already soaked in layers of cold sweat, Chu Feng retreated quickly, but the lost sword cast by Zheqiu was like a shadow!

What's more critical is that every time Chu Feng retreats by one point, the momentum on the sword shadow increases by one point!

"No, you can't drag it out! But you can't see through the body of the long sword, what should I do?" Chu Feng thought hard.

At the same time, Elder Wang on the Demon Refining Platform, Ye Yue and the others in the void were all locked on the figures of Chu Feng and Zheqiu.

"Sect Master, you see that kid named Zheqiu is not bad, he actually used the Lost Sword perfectly, can Chu Feng dodge it?"

Yeyue shook her head, "It's hard to say. The Lost Sword seems to be a Xuan-level lower-grade sword technique, but in fact it is not! The Lost Sword had a total of seven swords back then, and each sword has a level! The most powerful sword has reached the heaven-level lower grade, and it is the Zhenzong battle technique of my Purgatory Demon Sect! It's a pity that it suffered a great change later, and the six swords behind it were taken away by Shengsheng! Otherwise, there are seven lost swords, and the moon is invited, why be afraid?"

"Although Zheqiu has only learned the worst first sword, but the first sword is the foundation, it has its own changes, coupled with the enchanting ability contained in it, if Chu Feng's skills only stop just now, it will be dangerous!"

"Will the sect master take action to stop it, after all, in essence, Chu Feng's potential is greater than that of Zheqiu!"

"No! On the demon refining platform, life and death are fate! This sect will not interfere!"

"Really, how could the sect master tolerate Elder Wang saving that disciple named Shi Feiyang?"

Ye Yue turned his head and glanced at the old man, "Great Elder, this sect just said that he would not interfere, but Elder Wang, as the referee of this session, has the right to dispose of it on the spot, and if he can't make a move in his power, it is also the so-called 'life'!"

"Hehe, the sect master is the sect master, the old man can't say anything about you. ”

"The Great Elder is humble!" Ye Yue stopped speaking, and the Great Elder was silent, but the rest of the people beside the two of them all showed thoughtful expressions.

On the demon refining platform, although Chu Feng didn't want to retreat, he was forced to retreat again and again!

Even so, that sharp sword was already less than a foot away from Chu Feng! As long as Chu Feng didn't have time, he would be split up in an instant!

Chu Feng's heart was extremely aggrieved, and the flames of anger burned more and more! To be honest, Chu Feng couldn't figure it out, Zhe Qiu was a little higher than the other Dansheng monks, and he also used such a sword technique, but he suppressed himself so much that he didn't even have room to fight back or even dodge!

Is it really so terrible?

I'm really so good, I can only pinch some soft persimmons?

In the midst of the retreat, Chu Feng's eyes suddenly became extremely bloodthirsty, no matter whether he lived or died, Chu Feng didn't want to retreat!

"Drink!" Chu Feng roared violently, paused in Zheqiu's surprised eyes, and the moment he paused, Zheqiu's long sword was attached to Chu Feng's body!

In an instant, the cruel smile on Zheqiu's face, and the afterburner in his hand, vowed to kill Chu Feng on the spot!

But I don't know if it's a coincidence or an accident. When the long sword had just broken through Chu Feng's skin, Chu Feng put his hands together, and he actually pressed the blade to death, causing the blade to freeze temporarily!

The red blood instantly gushed down from Chu Feng's two palms, and the place where the skin on his chest was cut was also full of blood, making Chu Feng look embarrassed and dangerous to the extreme!

In the crowd, Ye Bingying's mouth was wide open, her eyes were full of anxiety, and Ye Bing Han was pretty and frosty, and her body was ready to move.

But before Ye Bing Han really took action, a cold snort suddenly sounded in Ye Bing Han's ears, Ye Bing Han's body was shocked, and he lowered his head a little unwillingly.

At the same time, Hong Ziyu glanced at Feng Shu, "Old man Feng, people really can't get carried away, there is finally a Chu Feng under your peak, if Chu Feng dies, the results won't count, your eighteenth peak is still the eighteenth peak! You will always be at the bottom!"

"You ......." Feng Yu was anxious and angry, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Seeing Chu Feng blocking the long sword with both hands, Zheqiu sneered, "Chu Feng, Chu Feng, you are really courageous! Unfortunately, courage cannot be transformed into strength!"

"Die!" The long sword in Zhe Qiu's hand was even more powerful, and although Chu Feng exerted his strength frantically, even the two palms were glowing with a faint light, he still watched Zhi Qiu's long sword tear open his skin again!

Chu Feng's heart rose with a strong unwillingness, if he worked hard, did he still want to die?

No, my mother is nowhere to be found, my father has never seen it, and there is Mo Qingyan, a disciple of Yuezhai who makes her heart pound......

Can't die!

Under his obsession, Chu Feng gritted his teeth, and was about to desperately burst out of all the things in his body, no matter what demonic qi was outside, righteous qi was inside, but at this time, all the three true qi were reversed, and all of them returned to the dantian, no matter how Chu Feng urged, he didn't listen to the command!

Between breaths, Zheqiu's long sword broke through one point again!

Half an inch more, Chu Feng will die!

Ye Bingying and Ye Bing Han had already closed their eyes, and Elder Feng Yu also turned his head, and his body, which was originally in good spirits, seemed to suddenly become rickety.

Zheqiu also decided that Chu Feng was over!

But in fact, after being surprised and aggrieved, Chu Feng was shocked to find that when the three true qi were out of control, the two true qi of the positive and the dark were still standing still, shrinking in the corner of the dantian, while the true qi of the demon path was galloping and rotating in the dantian at an unimaginable speed!

Centered on one point!

Suddenly, all the true qi of the Demon Dao was exhausted, and there was an extra round particle the size of a soybean in the dantian!

From this soybean-sized round particle, a more vast and pure True Qi fluctuation came out!

Breakthrough!

Under this crisis, the true qi of the Demon Dao broke through on its own!

Chu Feng was surprised and delighted!

"Get out!" Under the shout, Chu Feng's hands holding the blade of the sword suddenly pulled out and threw it out!

With a huge force that burst out of thin air, Zheqiu, who had a determined and cruel face, retreated six or seven steps backwards in a row in a row in shock and horror! The long sword in his hand was dripping with blood!

Feeling that Chu Feng's aura was completely different from before, Zhe Qiu's face was incredulous, "How is it possible? You have just broken through to the ninth level of the vein, how can you break through again!"

"Hmph, that's my business!" In fact, Chu Feng was also a little puzzled, but at this time, Chu Feng didn't want to pay attention to this matter, but wanted to kill Zheqiu!

After all, Chu Feng almost died under the Zheqiu Sword just now!

"Hundred Refining Demon Fist!" A punch burst out, the fist shone, and a strong wind rose out of thin air on the demon refining platform.

The power of this punch Chu Feng thought to himself that it was at least five times as powerful as before!

Zheqiu hurriedly resisted.

But as soon as Zheqiu's sword was slashed out, it shattered inch by inch under the furious fist!

Immediately after, Zheqiu's chest was in sharp pain, and the whole person was taken up by an irresistible force and thrown in the air!

There was silence in the audience!

The Void looks wonderful!

Chu Feng's body shook, and he was about to really kill Zheqiu, but at this moment, a figure came from the Sky Imperial Sword, "Stop!"