"Presumptuous! junior, you dare to be rampant!"

Just when Li Busheng, Wang Lina, and Wei Zhiya joined forces and were also suppressed by Yao Ruoyu's sword, a roar full of true qi suddenly sounded under the mountain, this roar was really like a thunderstorm, shaking the top of the huge mountain, if it weren't for the fact that everyone present was a master, I was afraid that most of them would be unstable and fall to the ground.

"What person?" Feeling the strength of the comer, everyone didn't notice a slight change of color, and subconsciously stopped, and after a while, they saw two figures swept up from the bottom of the mountain, and they were Huang Xinyuan and Liu Jia'er of Great Compassion and Compassion.

Huang Xinyuan's face was slightly pale, obviously because she had consumed too much when she fought with real gold before, and after she came up, she swept the top of the mountain, and quickly took Liu Jia'er to Cui Qiaoxin's side, and said solemnly: "The person who came is Lang Feng from Dawan City." ”

"Lang Feng?" Cui Qiaoxin was slightly stunned when she heard this, and Su Jing on the side frowned and said, "I haven't heard of it, who is it?"

"It's the archdeacon of Dawan City," Huang Xinyuan adjusted his breathing and explained, "According to the intelligence, this person is the strength of the Five Realms and Nine Realms......"

Before he finished speaking, Cicada Bupo had already exclaimed: "Five realms and nine folds, how can you get in?"

"Unless you abandon your cultivation, forcibly break the foundation, and descend to the four realms. Zou Buyi thought for a moment and frowned.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned when they heard this, from the Five Realms and Nine Realms to the Four Realms? Could it be that this Lang Feng is brain-dead?

Yao Ruoyu is one of the few people in a group of people who have hidden understanding, if he guessed correctly, this person is probably coming for himself.

Before they finished discussing, another figure popped out of the mountain road below, but it was not Lang Feng, but Cui Jianshen of Fengxue Divine Mountain.

This guy is also very embarrassed, his white robe is torn in many places, just came up, he ran to Cui Qiaoxin's side with a rolling belt, and after gasping violently for a few times, he opened his mouth and scolded: "Damn, is this guy stupid? He actually broke his foundation, and would rather lower his skills to the four realms than come in, but fortunately he lowered his cultivation, otherwise I wouldn't be able to escape......"

Before he could finish speaking, a vast and incomparable sword intent suddenly rushed out from the mountain road below, and it kept hitting all parts of the mountain like a storm, even Yao Ruoyu, who was blessed by the sword soul, was caught off guard and stumbled half a step.

After the sword intent was completely filled with the top of the mountain, I saw two figures coming up one after the other, the latter was real gold, but this guy looked gray and depressed, obviously he had just been cleaned up by Huang Xinyuan, as for the former, he was a middle-aged strong man in his fifties, with sunken eyes, an eagle nose and thin lips, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Lang Blade.

Squinting his eyes, the man slowly glanced at the people on the top of the mountain, and then suddenly looked at Yao Ruoyu, and the next moment, the vast sword intent that spread across the audience suddenly condensed, and it was sublimated to the limit at this moment, condensing into a knife soul full of trance, and rushed towards Yao Ruoyu without any worries.

Releasing the sword soul to resist it, Yao Ruoyu narrowed his eyes and frowned, "Lang Feng?"

"It's Lang," sneered, Lang Feng waved his hand to signal Zhenjin to go to the side, and then stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Lang Jian is the old man's nephew, you dare to kill him, even if the old man surrenders to his cultivation, he will come in and capture you personally, so that you can feel the pain of Ling Chi that Lang Jian has experienced!"

This Lang Feng was the one who wanted to save Lang Blade before, but under the successive obstruction of Yao Ruoyu and Xue Feng, he could only watch Lang Blade die tragically, and in his anger, he did not hesitate to break his foundation and reduce his cultivation to the four realms and five levels, and then paid a lot of price before he let the other six holy lands agree to come in by himself.

Lang Jian was already a nine-fold of the five realms before he came in, although he was already fifty-four years old, he had almost no hope of breaking into the six realms in this life, but after all, he had been in the five realms and ninefold for many years, and he had a deep foundation, and he had slightly comprehended the mystery of the Dao Soul Realm.

Seeing Lang Feng appear, he blocked Yao Ruoyu with his sword soul, Wang Lina and Wei Zhiya glanced at each other, and raised their weapons in unison, and the intention of martial arts exploded in an instant, taking the lead in rushing to the opposite side.

"Be careful!" Su Jing, who had been on guard for a long time, shouted, and the vast fist intent suddenly converged and condensed, and at the moment when the lion's roar exploded, she had already swung out a punch, and the fist strength had just condensed, and it had already transformed into a bearded giant lion, roaring and pounced on Wang Lina who rushed to the front.

Wang Lina held the sword in her hand without showing weakness, and the blood-drinking sword intent overflowed with the majestic blood-colored sword power, and collided with the giant lion's fist.

Cui Qiaoxin and Wei Zhiya are also together, these two people are seventh on the splendid list, and the other is ninth on the splendid list, the difference in strength is not large, and the ice system exercises that they both practice are based on the ice system exercises that have just fought, and the radius of twenty zhang has been covered by frost and snow, only the sword qi and arrow light flashed from time to time, revealing a murderous aura.

Mo Shu and Huang Xinyuan teamed up against Li Busheng, Mo Shu was young after all, Huang Xinyuan had just fought with Zhenjin, and the two joined forces to barely block Li Busheng, who had a sword soul.

But fortunately, there are no other masters here in Jinmeng, that real gold has just been completely suppressed by Huang Xinyuan's [Taichong Thunder Sound Sword], and has been chopped several times, if it weren't for the secret treasure given by the master, I'm afraid he would have died a few times, so at this moment he is the weakest one among everyone.

When everyone was fighting, Yao Ruoyu and Lang Feng were still facing each other, the majestic sword soul and sword soul kept colliding together, sometimes distorted, sometimes agitated, and the surrounding ground kept crumbling, and then the dust was squeezed and repelled by the soul of martial arts, turning into dust and scattering.

Staring at Lang Feng, Yao Ruoyu's face was extremely solemn, if there was no spirit array that suppressed cultivation, he would naturally not be afraid of the other party, but now that the cultivation of both sides is limited to the four realms and four realms, and the other party is a veteran master of the five realms, and he also has a martial arts soul realm, so he really does not have an advantage.

Although he thought so in his heart, Yao Ruoyu's heart did not fluctuate in the slightest, first, the role of "Ice Heart Jue", and secondly, he had experienced many fierce battles of life and death since he crossed over, which had already made him develop a calm mentality.

After a little thought, Yao Ruoyu slowly held Zhanhu's sword hilt with his right hand, and immersed the sword soul into the sword blade little by little, slowly stimulating the sword qi contained in this divine sword.

Man and sword in one!

Under the threat of the sword soul, Yao Ruoyu reached a realm that had always been difficult to seek in the past for the first time, and as Zhanhu merged with his own mind, the sword soul around him rose again, faintly condensed a few points, and retreated Lang Feng's sword soul by a few inches.

Finding that Yao Ruoyu was in the battle to strengthen, Lang Feng sneered fearlessly, his mind was also condensed, and the sword soul around him was also agitated, and slowly increased by a few points, and he was on par with the sword soul again.

Yao Ruoyu was not shocked or anxious when he saw this, adjusted his breathing slightly, and then the brilliance on his waist suddenly bloomed, and the scabbard made of shark skin suddenly shattered, and the moment Zhanhu was revealed, the long-suppressed sword soul in the sword blade suddenly exploded, and merged with the sword soul that was filled with the outside before, turning into a storm and rushing forward.

Yao Ruoyu suddenly erupted, Lang Feng involuntarily took half a step back, this moment, Yao Ruoyu's figure flashed suddenly, and the true yuan power that had already been transformed was all over his body, and a flow increased his strength to the peak, and in one step, the person had swept out more than 20 zhang, Zhanhu slashed from the bottom to the top, and the frost cold power and the black tide of destruction were twisted and intertwined, turning into a majestic spiral sword force aimed at Lang Feng and slashing away.

The spiral sword strength has just emerged, it has already expanded in the wind, the cold force is majestic, the black tide is twisted and agitated, the two are constantly twisted and entangled under the shackles of the sword soul, and they are constantly expanding under the centrifugal force, but the distance of more than 20 zhang has turned into a monstrous frenzy that swept the heavens and the earth.

With a twist of his wrist, Lang Feng took the knife out of the sheath, and the long-accumulated knife strength dragged forward with the blade, and then suddenly cut out when it was provoked, and in an instant, it turned into a knife like a lone peak and rose on the ground, shaking the storm-like spiral sword power head-on.

Boom! The storm-like sword power and the lone peak-like sword power collapsed at the same time when they collided, but before the two disintegrated and the spilled qi dissipated, Lang Feng and Yao Ruoyu twisted up in unison, and crashed into the wind of intertwined qi together, and the sword strength flashed one after another, and they fought directly in close combat.

As soon as they met, Lang Feng's wrist flipped and pressed downward, the surface of the natal weapon Dream Knife was brilliant, and the energy that filled it turned into a trace of light, and when he swung the knife out, it suddenly released outward, pulling and turning into countless phantoms, each of which seemed to be true, and each of them seemed to be false, true and false, true and false, true and false, and slashed wildly at the key points of Yao Ruoyu's upper body.

Phantom Martial Arts!

Feeling the mystery of Lang Feng's sword, Yao Ruoyu's eyes suddenly crossed a sneer, the last thing he was afraid of since his debut was illusion, not to mention that the powerful spiritual sense brought by trickery can see through most illusions, his sword path is to cut through thorns, mountains and rivers block and split mountains and rivers, heaven and earth block the way to cut the world, only to move forward is the most basic strength of his sword.

So when the sword turned into countless phantoms and roared, Yao Ruoyu continued to move forward regardless of it, and the strength of his whole body merged into the tip of the Zhanhu sword, and the moment the cold mist of the sword blade appeared, a dreamlike cold ice sword waterfall had already rushed out from in front of him.

No one can describe the splendor of this sword waterfall, as if it reflects the deepest beauty in people's hearts, all those who see this sword fall into a brief obsession in an instant, the layers of ice tide are bound by the sword soul into a straight and slender long line, and it is the surging frost within that line, but it just exudes a brilliant that makes people unable to breathe at all.

Even though he had already comprehended the Sword Dao Soul Realm, but the moment Yao Ruoyu took out the sword, Lang Feng still subconsciously stopped breathing, and because his attention was all focused on Yao Ruoyu, he was also the most affected by the [Ice Waterfall Sword].

At this moment of staring at the Sword Waterfall, Lang Feng seemed to see his nephew, the proud son of the Lang family, the greatest hope for the future of the Lang family, and the young man who made him come to avenge him at the cost of breaking his foundation.

Losing his mind is an instant, waking up is also an instant, the moment he came back to his senses, Lang Feng was already desperate to turn the dream knife, and he wanted to block this sword waterfall across his chest, but Yao Ruoyu fused trickery, ice heart trick and the peak killing intent of the Seven Realms to create the [Ice Waterfall Sword] to fight for the moment of losing his mind, it only took a moment, and almost no one in the world could block his sword waterfall blow.

Although he crossed back to the blade in time to block his chest, Lang Feng felt a completely irresistible huge force slammed into his natal weapon in the next moment, followed by no longer the brilliant dream that made him lose his mind before, but the majestic violence that wanted to destroy the heavens and the earth.

First the extremely brilliant dream, and then the destruction of the world, even though he tried his best to control it, the huge difference in the artistic conception before and after still made Lang Feng involuntarily in a trance.

It was this second moment that the sword waterfall that had been condensed by the endless ice tide directly penetrated the true qi on the surface of the blade, and then continuously penetrated through the blade and Lang Feng's chest, disappearing into the clouds and mist beyond the top of the mountain, leaving only a wound that was so small that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Opening his mouth slightly, Lang Feng's pupils suddenly widened, and he looked down at his chest a little dazedly, and saw that the wound that was so subtle that it was invisible before was constantly annihilated under the effect of the power of destruction, but in just a few moments when he looked down, the wound had turned into the size of a fist.

His body trembled slightly, and Lang Feng's remaining consciousness desperately wanted to use his true qi to dissolve the sword energy, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only watch the wound continue to grow, and finally the whole person was completely torn apart, and the broken corpse was completely annihilated into nothingness by the destroyed sword soul.