"Hall master, it's that kid who is making trouble. When Ling Feng and the others were preparing to leave in the chaos, the previous two leaders brought a team of people wearing white and gray long robes, and the short-bearded middle-aged man standing on the steps looked at the fingers of the style, and saw Ling Feng with a light smile on his face at a glance, he was young, his sword eyebrows were in his temples, Ling Feng's appearance belonged to the kind of particularly powerful, which could make an impression at the first glance.

"It doesn't look like he's old, but he's not too brave!" The short-bearded middle-aged man snorted, and with a wave of his hand, a group of fighters from the Seven Temples quickly walked through the crowd, Ling Feng and they were there to watch the excitement, the people of Raya were the most powerful people in the entire Divine Apocalypse Continent, they could overturn the Immortal Sect's divine seat back then, and today they could make a big fuss about the altar of the Seven Temples.

For a while, there were all kinds of scolding and overturning all kinds of offering tables, but the initiator, Ling Feng and Situ Qingyang, stood on the high platform and looked around with some hesitation, "Senior, this scene seems to be a bit exaggerated. Ling Feng opened his mouth, his brain was hot, he didn't expect such a consequence at all.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency where is sacred?" The short-bearded middle-aged man jumped on the high platform with a neat start, and Ling Feng was separated by more than ten steps, looking at it, Ling Feng couldn't help but be stunned, the person in front of him was in his early forties, wearing a gray-white Taoist robe, looking very dusty, and what made Ling Feng pay special attention to him was that this person actually had a sword three feet long and two fingers wide hanging from his waist.

Ling Feng was accustomed to seeing all kinds of big swords, this kind of saber hanging on his waist, except for himself, it was the first time he saw it, "Boy, my hall master asked you!" After jumping up, the style shouted a little angrily, Ling Feng came back to his senses and pursed his lips: "I am just a nobody, not a sacred." ”

The short-bearded middle-aged man snorted coldly, and the corners of his eyes squinted, "Little brother, if you dare to do it, you must dare to admit it, is it possible that you don't even dare to report your name?" Ling Feng smiled, but licked his lips, and looked at his waist with excitement in his eyes, "If you compete with me with a sword, I will tell you who I am." ”

"Compete with me, little brother, do you know who I am?" The short-bearded middle-aged man's cheeks trembled slightly, and his smile was a little leaky, in his eyes, Ling Feng was obviously a little hairy child who was not self-sufficient, and his challenge was just a big joke.

The two fighters and the seven or eight fighters of the Seven Gods Temple were all laughed angrily, and with a sound of disdain, Situ Qingyang glanced at the short-bearded middle-aged man, and a familiar name seemed to flash in his mind, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly remembered who this person was.

"Ahri, stop your young master, this person is Xuchang. Without waiting for Situ Qingyang to remind, Mo Yan, who was covering his face, had already spoken, and the little fox glanced at Mo Yan blankly, obviously the name Xuchang was unfamiliar to her and was exactly the same as passerby A, but Ye Wuyan's face changed in an instant at this time, and his eyes looked at the short-bearded middle-aged man very coldly, different sword Xuchang?

"It doesn't matter to me who you are at all, I just want to see how powerful your sword is. Saying that, Ling Feng stretched out his hand, and Ding Li, who was standing on the side, immediately opened the cloth bag behind him and threw the seven-star sword over.

With a "snap", Ling Feng took the sword in his hand, and Xu Chang's face suddenly froze when he was smiling, and then looked at the seven-star sword in Ling Feng's hand with a complicated expression, this is also a thin sword that is three feet long and two fingers wide, in the Divine Apocalypse Continent of the mainstream big sword, Xu Chang is also the first time to see someone who uses this kind of sword like himself.

"This kid is clearly coming for you, the hall master, and he even copied your strange sword. Xu Chang's face began to look a little ugly, and his fingers touched the hilt of the sword on his waist.

"Boy, I don't know where you made this sword from, today you brought it to me, you are playing with your life!" Xu Chang said word by word, the world knows that the origin of his different sword Xuchang's name is the sword with a special size on his waist, which is his symbol and his glory, Ling Feng came out with the seven-star sword, for Xuchang it is undoubtedly a vigorous cottage, this is to openly challenge Xuchang and challenge his glory.

"Draw your sword!" Ling Feng turned a blind eye to Xu Chang's righteous indignant expression, his eyes were full of battle intent, at this time he was like a bull screaming and rushing towards the herd, nothing mattered, the important thing was just to fight with you.

"I think this mustache is nothing special except for his loud voice and fierce appearance, the young master can't beat him?" Ahri turned his head and asked, Mo Yan's eyes were full of anxiety, and he said quickly: "Xu Chang challenged Liu Bai when he was only eighteen years old, and he was undefeated in fifty moves, because the sword he used was particularly strange, Liu Bai had the idea of cherishing his talents, and that battle Liu Bai picked the sword and broke his robe, which was considered a draw, which was also the only draw in Liu Bai's life, and now that twenty years have passed, why should Ling Feng compete with him?"

Situ Qingyang stepped forward directly to persuade Ling Feng back, but when he took a few steps forward, he felt that there seemed to be an invisible aura in front of him pushing him away, "Don't go over, he is bound to fight this fight." Ye Wuxian shook his head, Ling Feng even released his fighting power, which was a clear indication that he wanted to fight with this Xuchang.

"The different sword Mingfeng, three feet long, two fingers wide, net weight eighteen catties, ninety plus nine souls under the sword, count you, my sword, it is a hundred people to behead!" Xu Chang slowly stretched out his two fingers, and then pulled out Mingfeng with the blade of the sword, this is a pale pink long sword, the sword body is engraved with the pattern of the phoenix, it is very beautiful under the sun, and the faint color surrounds the periphery, and on the other hand, the seven-star sword in Ling Feng's hand, in addition to the cold light, is an ordinary three-foot long sword.

"Long-winded!" he shouted very impatiently, Ling Feng raised his hand and struck with a sword, and the seven-star sword "whoosh" slashed out a sword qi, and there was a "poof" sound, Xu Chang dodged very lightly, but the sword qi went all the way to the edge of the high platform, leaving a scratch a few inches deep on the ground.

The two fighters of the Seven Gods Temple all changed their expressions slightly, they didn't expect that this young man who looked very young was rampant but had one or two points of strength, Xu Chang did not draw his sword, but beat the scabbard out with his backhand, the scabbard made of bamboo was a few points faster than the arrow, and in the blink of an eye, it hit Ling Feng's chest, and Ling Feng, who was in a sword posture with one hand, suddenly "brushed" With two sharp swings, the bright cross sword qi visible to the naked eye floated out from the chest, and the cross sword qi seemed to be a little lacking in confidence, and it didn't float fast at all, and the menacing scabbard "snapped" into the cross sword qi.

Then everyone's eyes widened at this moment, and the bright white cross that looked like a swaying sword sheath was instantly cut into a pile of powder, except for the initial crash, and then quietly disappeared.

Xu Chang held the hilt of the sword with his backhand, his face was calm, it seemed that the scabbard had been cut into powder, which had no effect on him, an ordinary I-shaped starting style, the slender pink blade was tightly attached to Xu Chang's right arm, and his posture of holding the sword seemed to be more inclined to the knife.

"Water escape, wind and rain!" With a low shout, Xu Chang, who was calm like a sculpture, suddenly jumped up, and then his sleeve threw out a pink sword qi, and then the "crackling" sword qi poured towards Ling Feng like a storm in the sky, the speed was staggering, and in the blink of an eye, Ling Feng's body was covered with dense pink sword marks, and as soon as his eyes broke, Ling Feng's whole person was submerged.

Situ Qingyang and Mo Yan both opened their red lips slightly, their eyes were full of surprise, when they saw Ling Feng's sword before, they thought that it should be the fastest sword in the world, but they didn't expect this Xu Chang to be as fast as Ling Feng.

The sound of "crackling" was like a torrential rain hitting the ground, and the battle on the high platform was inconspicuous in the entire chaotic temple fair, but the strange fluctuation of the fighting power here attracted many people in the Seven Gods Temple.

"One hundred and thirty-two swords, not bad, not bad. With a slight hint of admiration, a voice came out of the dense sword marks, only to see a "stab", an ordinary three-foot cold blade burst out from the rain-like sword qi, and then with a slight wave, a sword blade of one hundred and eighty degrees, "whoosh" swept towards Xuchang's front.

"Dang", with a loud bang, Xu Chang, who was frantically swinging his sword, suddenly took two steps back, his blood surged, and his steps faltered, and where the pink sword qi disappeared, Ling Feng held the sword in one hand, unharmed.

"This can't be!" Xu Chang seemed to have seen a ghost, his lips were bright red, just now he had one hundred and thirty-two swords, obviously every sword had been stabbed, but now Ling Feng didn't even lose a single hair.

"The Tempest Sword, a good name, is indeed fast, but it is still a little slower than me. Ling Feng raised the corners of his mouth, waved his wrist, and saw the seven-star sword 'swishing' in his hand, playing countless sword flowers, blinking an eye, surrounded by cold light, forming a sword qi barrier, and at a cursory glance, the frequency of his sword qi seemed to be really a few points faster than Xu Chang.

"I'll compete with you in sword skills!" Xu Chang jumped in with a loud shout, and the fighting power disappeared in an instant, only to see the wrist flowing, the pink long sword seemed to transform into a sinister and cunning poisonous snake, the sword light was everywhere, and pink constantly flashed in Ling Feng's vital point, but there was always a little faint silver light just in the right block.

Xu Chang did not shout the name of his swordsmanship, Ling Feng used the nameless swordsmanship of the night Wuxian, between coming and going, just by the dance of the sword in his hand, there were countless mottled traces on the ground, and after more than ten moves in a row, Xuchang was always on an equal footing with Ling Feng, Xuchang's sword was the lightest and most appetizing to Ling Feng so far, and it was also the most appetizing to him.

Now the whole high platform was quiet, one side was the famous sword Xuchang, and the other side was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, the two didn't look like they were on the same level, but they were evenly matched, and for a while, more and more people began to surround this side.