Hearing this, the frenzy in Ling Feng's eyes slowly calmed down, and he said coldly: "Yes, it's really not appropriate to talk about swords now, why don't we try swords directly!" ”

As soon as the words fell, I only heard a long whistle, which was the cheer of the sword and the joy of the swordsman. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ling Feng was just a sword out of the sheath, but in Yang Xiao's eyes, it was an overwhelming sword blade that stabbed straight in.

It's like ten thousand swords returning to the sect, and the eyes are full of sword shadows, which makes people feel that there is no way to escape.

Yang Xiao had already taken precautions, he didn't hide, and there was no need to hide, although he was inferior to the other party in the realm of swordsmanship, but fortunately, he had strong internal strength, and his innate true qi was even more indestructible.

All the sword qi disappeared invisibly on Yang Xiao's qi cover, making a ping-pong collision sound, but Ling Feng's attack did not stop there, his sword momentum suddenly retracted, lightly touched the ground, and the whole person rose into the air.

I saw him shake his long sword rapidly, and the cold light in the sky triggered the air current, forming a tornado storm, rising from the ground, and quickly forming, when it reached the highest point, it suddenly turned downward, and the edge pointed directly at Yang Xiao!

Man is like a dragon, and a sword is like a demon.

Its divine momentum has reached the limit that ordinary people can imagine, even Yang Xiao felt the pressure at this moment.

"This person can cultivate to such a realm on the earth where the Dao Law is cut off and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is thin, and comprehend such a sword technique, he is really a talent!" Yang Xiao's heart flashed with this trace of motivation for a moment, and his heart of love for talent was suddenly born.

For a swordsman, the best return gift is naturally a sword.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the sword in the hand of a warrior next to him was out of control, and automatically flew into his hand, and then ravaged up, stabbing out a sword without any fancies.

This sword broke through the space, and it seemed to have crossed time, and it had already reached the center of the tornado as soon as it struck, which was exactly where Ling Feng's incomparable sword blade was.

Airplanes!

The two swords collided together at a speed and angle that ordinary people could not understand, and the tips of the needles were exactly the same!

A silent sound wave swept through the hall in an instant, and all the swordsmen fell to their knees with their ears clutched in pain, only White Frost and Tianji were still standing in place.

The former is because of Yang Xiao's guard, and the latter is because he has opened a spiritual force field.

Yang Xiao was affected by the sword momentum, the qi and blood in his chest and abdomen churned, and he took three steps back steadily before stopping the impact, and on the marble floor under his feet, there were three deep footprints.

On the other hand, Ling Feng, because he had nowhere to unload his force in the air, was immediately blown away by the fierce sword momentum, flew out more than twenty meters, and when he was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly did a backflip and landed firmly on the ground.

I saw him kneeling on one knee, his long hair scattered in front of his forehead, the sword in his right hand supported the ground in front of him, his hand was very strong, as if it carried the weight of his whole body, or represented all his honor and dignity.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Yang Xiao, just about to speak, but there was a wow, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood, followed by the sound of the sword clattering and breaking.

Whoa!

This ancient sword with a navy blue pattern shattered into countless fingernail-sized fragments in just one second, splattering all over the ground, and when Ling Feng saw this scene, his face changed greatly, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, and he fell to the ground.

There was a trace of solemnity in Yang Xiao's eyes, and he stepped out, already in front of Ling Feng, he took out a porcelain bottle, took out a blue-green pill from it, and was about to feed it to Ling Feng, who had passed unconscious.

But a crisp applause suddenly rang out.