Feng Yang directly raised the Demon Slaying Sword to resist Yan Fei's splitting sword style.

This sword, with a powerful force, accompanied by a loud bang, Feng Yang was shocked to kneel on one knee.

Feng Yang's face was both surprised and happy, and he just said in his heart: "Enough." ”

In the final analysis, Feng Yang actually resisted, Yan Fei took two steps back, and said in his heart: "Okay, Shushan Sword Sect is indeed quite profound, my sword is only this one, even the masters of the Martial Emperor Realm may not be able to withstand it, and the combat power of this Fengyang is by no means lower than that of the masters of the middle or even late stage of the Martial Emperor Realm." ”

The heart is thoughtful, and the hand is not slow.

Stabbing sword, slashing combo, sword-style chain, lightning fast.

Feng Yang was so shocked that he didn't dare to be careless, he hurriedly flew back, just out of the range of this sword, but the sharp qi on the blade of the sword still made him feel a stinging pain in his chest.

The foothold is not stable, the third sword, sweeping thousands of troops.

Splitting and sweeping the three-style combo, Feng Yang had no choice but to retreat, but he was only a few feet away from the edge of the bucket platform.

This retreat went straight to the edge, and his feet were only three inches away from the edge of the bucket platform.

If the doutai is wide enough, Feng Yang can retreat some distance, but unfortunately, there is no way to retreat, Yan Fei's sword swept through, the sharp sword slashed across Feng Yang's abdomen, and Feng Yang's protective sword qi was unstoppable.

After the sword, Feng Yang's abdomen suddenly turned blood red.

It was only a few inches, and the wound was long, but not deep, and it looked shocking, but it was actually just a flesh wound. You must know that this is not Yan Fei's deliberate mercy, it is all the credit of the embroidered cloud sword robe, if Fengyang did not wear the embroidered cloud sword robe, it would be difficult to say.

However, everyone watching this scene gasped.

Especially the people of the Shushan Sword Sect, at that moment, even Ziling Zhenren almost screamed in shock.

If Fengyang falls off the platform like this, all the previous efforts will be wasted.

Ziling Zhenren's face was extremely ugly.

"Fengyang, what are you doing, forgetting what this seat said to you?"

Of course Fengyang didn't forget, he just wanted to try Yan Fei's sword skills, he thought that everything was under control, if it really didn't work, he would use magic weapons to improve his combat power, but he didn't expect Yan Fei's sword skills to be sharp and fast, and the three-style combo forced him to almost lose.

On the contrary, Duan Wuya came to the spirit.

Duan Wuya knew Yan Fei's ability, right now, after the three-style combo, Yan Fei could be said to have the advantage, and he knew that Yan Fei could control the power of ice and fire, if Yan Fei made up for it again, the odds of winning were extremely high.

However, Yan Fei actually dodged and flew back.

"Yan Fei, you, why don't you continue to attack, don't you remember what this seat said to you?"

Yan Fei turned a deaf ear at all.

Even, Yan Fei has already made a decision.

There is only one result of blackmailing me, Duan Wuyan, what you want, but you can't get it.

Yan Fei flew back, and the corners of Fengyang's forehead were already overflowing with sweat.

He looked at the wound on his abdomen, and he understood that if Yan Fei took advantage of the momentum, he would indeed be in danger.

"Brother Yan, you ......"

Yan Fei smiled lightly: "You didn't do your best, how could I do my best to defeat you?"

Feng Yang's face suddenly showed a little embarrassment and shame.

Indeed, he only attacked tentatively, not counting those magic weapons, and did not use all his strength.

It's just that he didn't expect Yan Fei to be so decisive and crisp, and he was very afraid of Yan Fei's momentum, which he couldn't match.

Not doing your best, testing your opponent, more or less, is a kind of disrespect to your opponent.

Feng Yang was a little ashamed.

"That's it, Brother Yan, then I'll be offended. ”

"Well, use your real skills. ”

This time, Feng Yang didn't dare to be careless anymore, but he saw that his body was glowing with a mysterious light, and the heroic righteousness on a demon slaying sword became more and more intense.

"Dustless sword trick, mighty sword dustless!"

Brush Brush Brush!

Feng Yang dodged and rushed, and the demon slaying sword turned into a speckled afterimage, the sword came out like a rainbow, and the sword roared like a song.

Yan Fei frowned, and the drunken dream fugue confronted him, and it was difficult to distinguish between them for a while.

But Feng Yang knew in his heart that he had a demon slaying sword in his hand, and he had an embroidered cloud sword robe on his body, and he had cultivated in the Shushan Sword Sect since he was a child, and he got the personal inheritance of the head of Shushan, known as the world's first immortal gate.

Yan Fei...... He had understood, what was the master of the Hanmen Gate, the deputy master of the Ten Thousand Saints Dan League, the master of the Golden Sword Pavilion of the Famous Sword Villa, etc., these were all the identities he obtained, but where he practiced his skills and what background he had, Feng Yang didn't know anything.

It's as if the stars are holding the moon.

Yan Fei is a grassroots mortal from a reckless background.

And he is six or seven years older than Yan Fei.

One is in the sky, the other is on the earth, and today, this is indistinguishable, and he has been defeated.

More than a dozen breaths have passed, and the two have already exchanged dozens of moves, and the two swords have collided no less than dozens of times.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the sword light was swirling, and everyone who watched it was shocked.

Ziling Zhenren's face became more and more ugly.

"Fengyang, you don't even listen to what you say?"

Feng Yang knew that the sword skill competition could only end here, and he had to win this one.

So, he suddenly flashed back a distance, and shouted at the same time: "Brother Yan, be careful, my bundle of immortal ropes, once it gets wet, the immortals will be difficult to solve." ”

Sou!

With a shout, a golden light rose into the air, and the yellow rope, which was originally only one foot long, was already more than a zhang long when it flew into the air.

The bundle of immortal ropes glowed with a faint golden light, like a golden snake writhing, heading straight for itself.

Yan Fei knew that this bundle of immortal ropes was powerful, just like Feng Yang said, once it was entangled, it would be difficult to break free.

In this situation, let alone entanglement, even a momentary loss of freedom can determine the outcome of the victory.

Yan Fei flew back quickly, almost to the edge of the bucket platform.

Brush, brush!

Two sword qi were issued, but without thinking, the bundle of immortal ropes dodged independently, and the two sword qi failed to hit.

Two more sword qi were issued, but it still didn't work, and at this time, the bundle of immortal ropes had already come closer.

The end of the bundle of immortal ropes went straight to the position of Yan Fei's waist and wrapped it, and now, Yan Fei could not avoid it, and he could no longer avoid it.

He handed the dragon pattern ancient sword to his left hand, looked at the end of the bundle of immortal ropes, and directly grabbed it with his right hand.

With this grasp, the bundle of immortal ropes suddenly became thinner, and it was very lubricated, winding up Yan Fei's arm.

When the people of the Shushan Sword Sect saw that Yan Fei actually grabbed the bundle of immortal ropes with his hands, all of them had smiles on their faces, especially Ziling Zhenren, who suddenly put this heart in their stomachs.

The next moment, his heart had to be lifted again.

On the bucket platform, the bundle of immortal ropes had completely wrapped Yan Fei's right arm, and it was still spreading towards his body.

Yan Fei snorted coldly, and flames suddenly flashed on this arm. The lilac Divine Phoenix Flame instantly wrapped the bundle of immortal ropes, and then looked at the bundle of immortal ropes, and quickly retreated from Yan Fei's arms, as a Xuan-level treasure, the general fire was naturally useless, but the Divine Phoenix flames were enough to make it feel terrified.