Wu Feng's figure is extremely fast, as soon as he moves his feet, his body is in front of the fat monk, and the seven-star Longyuan sword in his hand immediately roars, and he slashes towards the fat monk, since the fat monk is the chief helmsman of the White Lotus Sect in northern Jiangsu, his cultivation is naturally not weak, after all, it is a deep foundation, which is incomparable to Wu Feng, seeing Wu Feng's seven-star Longyuan sword slashing, the fat monk's figure flashed slightly, and the string of Buddhist beads in his hand smashed down towards Wu Feng's back.

Then, Wu Feng was also on guard, after a sword cut into the air, he took two steps forward, turned around and came with another sword, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, the sword edge was cold, and a cold light passed, and he forced the fat monk away a few steps.

Just after these two moves, the fat monk didn't dare to underestimate the young man in front of him, although he looked less than twenty years old, his swordsmanship was already very high, when a sword was cut down, the sword qi that was driven, as if even the air was torn open, the sword wind blew on the person's face, and the skin and flesh were followed by a hot pain, if it was cut on the person, the consequences could be imagined.

Especially the sword in the young man's hand, when dancing, there was a faint sound of weirdness, some like a cow barking, and some like the sound of "Sisi" when the snake spits out the letter, I don't know if I heard it wrong, this sound is actually from the sword, I have to make the fat monk feel surprised.

At this moment, the fat monk raised his spirit, and he didn't dare to be careless at all, and danced the Buddha beads in his hand into a shadow, covering his whole body, and with a loud shout, he attacked Wu Feng.

A black and a white two groups of light and shadow stood in a mess, the black is the Buddha beads in the hands of the fat monk, the white is the seven-star Longyuan sword in the hands of Wu Feng, the fat monk is profound, and Wu Feng is a fledgling, like a tiger descending the mountain, at the beginning, it was an ordinary sword move learned from the master, after seeing that the fat monk was a little difficult to deal with, he used the move of the Xuantian sword trick, as soon as the Xuantian sword trick came out, Wu Feng's momentum rose sharply, and the seven-star Longyuan sword in his hand directly became a shadow of a white flower, and the sword in his hand struck left and right, Attacking up and down, the moves are ruthless, the seven-star Longyuan sword is worthy of being a peerless sword, and it can also sense the mood of the master, as Wu Feng gradually used the move of the Xuantian Sword Technique, the purple light on the sword body suddenly flowed, and a faint dragon pattern flashed.

The fat monk is cultivated to no matter how advanced he is, he can't help but feel very difficult at this time, only the power of parrying, and there is no possibility of fighting back, not only that, but it is also very wolf bèi to parry, every time he dodges Wu Feng's sword, a layer of cold sweat will appear on the fat monk's head, Wu Feng is not only fast, but also the tricks are directed at the fat monk's vital point, as long as he is a little careless, a sword stabbed on the body, there is a danger of death on the spot.

This Xuantian sword trick is created by the ancestor of Wudang Mountain, how exquisite, Wu Feng only got one or two of the mysteries, and he beat the fat monk wolf bèi extremely, I can't help but feel that my heart is very happy, the sword moves are more and more ferocious, the fat monk who hit retreated again and again, less than a cup of tea, the monk's robe on the back of the fat monk was soaked.

The seven old Taoists who followed the fat monk saw that their helmsman showed a sign of defeat, and they were all anxious to scratch their ears and cheeks, and the peachwood sword in their hands made a sound, and they wanted to go over to help, but Lao Liu Tou was supervising the battle on the side, looking at them with fierce eyes, the key is that there was a yellow-haired monkey squatting on Lao Liu's shoulder, and he was grinning at those old Taoists.