Shen Feixue's voice slowly spread in all directions.

The right hand after the negative (shēn) is gently lowered, and together with the tricolor Tianluo, it hangs down on the side of (shēn).

With a flick of his wrist, the blade of the sword made a buzzing sound.

Before the voice fell, the star-chasing sword shadow had already been cast.

(shēn) move, sword out!

"Rampant boy, the old man wants to see how much skill you have today!" Lin Xiaowu was almost crazy, and pointed out with both hands and swords.

Countless fiery red sword blades flew out from the big sword of the Eight Sword Formations directly south of the big pit, and attacked towards Shen Feixue.

Sword of Scenery!

The huge waves composed of countless fiery red sword blades spread through the air, and even Lin Xiao Wuben (shēn) was not spared.

To insult the Eight Sword Formations is to insult the deceased Master!

As the sole heir, he has the responsibility and obligation to wash the shame of the present (rì)!

Suddenly, Lin Xiaowu's thoughts began to flutter, and the picture in front of him flowed.

The Master's earnest teachings before his death allowed him to revive the prestige of the Eight Sword Formations, and he painstakingly taught the Eight Sword Formations to his four disciples......

However, these images were broken by Shen Feixue.

First killing four disciples who practiced one of the Eight Sword Formations, and then now insulting the Eight Sword Formations, all of these left indelible wounds on Lin Xiaowu!

"Wow~"

Suddenly, Lin Xiaowu violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

The injury just now has made Lin Xiaowu unable to exert all his usual strength!

However, at this moment, there was a whistling sound in his ears from all directions.

He didn't have to turn his head, he could already see several sword qi, slashing down the fiery red blade, cutting through the qi waves, and slamming in!

Lin Xiaowu gritted his teeth, his sword fingers flew up, and the terrifying sword in the west of the big pit flew out again.

There was a loud bang, and the golden barrier reappeared.

Dangdang~

The collision between several sword qi and the barrier reappeared, and each sound made Lin Xiaowu's (shēn) shape tremble slightly, and his teeth tightened again.

Although the sword qi could not shatter the barrier, he was injured in (shēn), and each time he resisted, the injury became a little worse.

With the collision of the last sword qi, Lin Xiaowu's legs had already moved back a few inches.

Signaling, he fell into the disadvantage.

But fortunately, all these sword qi were blocked.

Next, it's your turn!Lin Xiaowu stabilized his (shēn) form, and while resisting the sword qi, those fiery red blades did not stop.

But when he raised his gaze and looked over there, the whole person froze (qíng).

How is this possible?

Shen Feixue had already reached the barrier in the blink of an eye, and although there was a new blood hole on his shoulder with smoke, which was injured by the fiery red sword blade, Lin Xiaowu still couldn't believe it.

How did he do it?

Breaking through the fiery red blade, only one wound?

And, it's still so fast?

You must know that the fiery red sword blade is as dense as rain, and even if it is a cultivator of the same level, it will take time to break through.

Whether it was the injury on (shēn) or the speed of Shen Feixue's breakthrough, it made Lin Xiaowu's form tremble.

But no matter how shocked Lin Xiaowu was, it was already a fact that Shen Feixue had arrived. And he didn't stop, seven steps away, beyond the barrier, Tianluo stabbed out.

The sudden coldness, shrouded in the sword (shēn), with the majestic momentum of tearing everything apart, faced the barrier in front of him.

Although the quasi-sword spirit period cannot reach the point of moving the sword at will, there is a lot of improvement in other aspects.

Let's not talk about this sudden shock, no longer have a backlash against himself, and even other aspects have made a qualitative leap.

For example, combine the sword (dàng) Eight Desolations with the star-chasing sword shadow!

In the previous life, Shen Feixue had thought about combining the two sword skills, but she always missed the point.

And now, he finally realized the combination of success. The reason for this, Shen Feixue is naturally clear, because of the special (xìng) of the body of this body of the Nine Tribulations Spirit Sword.

Combining the sword (dàng) Eight Desolations and the star-chasing sword shadow, at the same time as the sword qi sliced through the fiery blade, the (shēn) shape had moved, giving people a swift momentum.

Of course, his ability to break through at such a speed was also related to Lin Xiaowu's injury and the decreasing power of Jingzhijian.

The wound on his shoulder is the best proof of this.

It was caused by his unavoidable ability and had to resist.

Boom~ Blatant loud!

The sudden sword shot straight into the barrier, and unlike the previous sword qi, this sword directly caused the barrier of the sword of surprise to crack, and Lin Xiao Wuben (shēn) staggered and retreated two steps sharply.

Wow~

Lin Xiaowu spit out a mouthful of blood again.

Shen Feixue's sword of shock before, the injury to him, it can be seen how deep it is.

At this moment, seeing that the cracks in the barrier in front of him were still extending and getting denser and denser, he finally understood that now he could no longer block Shen Feixue's lethal sword!

Until now, he had to admit that the person in front of him was far superior to himself.

Whether it's the basic sword style or the eight-door sword formation, no matter which one it is, it's far beyond yourself!

Shen Feixue!!

In Lin Xiaowu's mind, Wan Tian's shock when he got Shen Feixue's ring suddenly appeared, and the words of Wan Tian when he left also sounded in his ears.

Could it be that Wan Tian's previous shock was not because of the Five Aggregates Immortal Trace Scroll?

But......

As far as the basic sword style is concerned, Lin Xiaowu has this self-confidence, and in the entire Zhaoyong Dynasty, he can surpass his number of hands.

However, his self-confidence was powerless in front of Shen Feixue, and he even needed to rely on the cultivation of the Cave Heaven Realm to survive.

He thought of one person, the Flying Snow Sword Immortal of Xiaoyao Island!

The name is so similar, the sword style is so superb, and there are eight sword formations for some reason, and I am afraid that there is only one person in the world......

The collapsing barrier interrupted Lin Xiaowu's thoughts, and a chill from his mouth meant that he was directly injured under Shen Feixue's sword.

Shen Feixue's sword was a foot away from Lin Xiaowu's (xiōng) mouth, but the sword still passed through its (xiōng) mouth.

"You...... Wow......" Lin Xiaowu opened his mouth, but what he spat out was a mouthful of red blood. His legs weakened and he knelt down in front of Shen Feixue.

Everything happened between three breaths, and some people around the pit didn't even see what was happening, only to see Shen Feixue arrive in front of Lin Xiaowu, break through Lin Xiaowu's barrier with a sword, and pierce his (xiōng) mouth.

This scene (qíng) shocked them again.

"Injured Lin Xiaowu with one sword, how did this guy get beaten so badly by Zhou Zeyu before?"

"Didn't you look at his previous Eight Sword Formations, it was that sword that injured Elder Lin that would make it so easy later!"

"But that's part of his strength!"

The people around were surprised, and of course some people were very nervous.

"Elder Lin!" shouted another elder who had come with the three thousand waves.

"Master!" And Qin Feng jumped directly into the pit, looking like he was coming to help.

Looking at Qin Feng who was rushing, Shen Feixue raised the corners of her mouth, and Tianluo in her hand slowly went up.

Lang Sanqian on the edge of the pit knew what Shen Feixue's intentions were, and he let out a deep sigh and pointed at Shen Feixue, "Stop!"

Shen Feixue turned her head and looked at Lang Sanqian in some surprise, "You told you to stop?"

"That's good!" Lang Sanqian said, "You've already won, there's no need to be a killer!"

"Win?" Shen Feixue sneered, "Is this just a competition?"

As she spoke, Shen Feixue's sword had already reached between the neck of Lin Xiaowu, who was kneeling on the ground and covering his mouth (xiōng).

"I told you to stop!" Lang 3,000 Zhou (shēn) suddenly climbed in momentum, and his sword fingers condensed.

In an instant, the purple air in the sky was atmospheric, and the purple clouds that covered the sky (rì) enveloped the entire range, reflecting everything purple.

"Do you know who I am?" Lang Sanqian was murderous, and his voice resounded through the sky.

"Do you want to say that you are the Purple Cloud Sword Wave Three Thousand of the two hundred and seventeenth Demon Slaying List?" Shen Feixue asked slowly and logically.

Lang Sanqian didn't respond directly, but his words sank and said: "I respect you as a man, and giving you a chance to kill yourself with a sword can be regarded as the last respect for your sword cultivation (shēn)!"

He really wanted to use this (shēn) portion, but now that others have said it so lightly and meticulously, it is obvious that he knows this very well.

Although over the years, he has increased his ranking by challenging the people on the demon slaying list, but if he says it, it may not work.

"Hahaha. Shen Feixue burst out laughing

"What's so ridiculous?"

Shen Feixue didn't answer, she suppressed her smile and looked at Lang Sanqian, "Are you sick?"

"Then you're asking for your own suffering!" Lang Sanqian said in a deep voice.

Indeed, what he said just now may still have a deterrent effect on others, but for Shen Feixue, the royal family and the Xiao family are not afraid, and they are still afraid of you being a person with more than two hundred people in line.

"Only allow him to kill, not kill him, your Cloud Sword Sect is so majestic!" Shen Feixue said with a smile.

Before the words fell, Tianluo had moved.

The sword (shēn) shone brightly and slashed through Lin Xiaowu's neck.

Suddenly, blood splattered in the sky!

After Lin Xiaowu's body fell to the ground for a while, the human head made a muffled sound before it hit the ground.

"I, the Cloud Sword Sect, will definitely fight with you forever!" At this time, Lang Sanqian, his whole face was trembling, he took a step forward, and a purple qi bloomed from Zhou (shēn): "Cloud Sword, fall!"

The purple clouds in the sky instantly dispersed and turned into countless sword shapes, like a rain of swords, more dense and more powerful than the blades of Lin Xiaowu's sword of the scene before, densely packed, making the people who saw it panic.

"Don't worry, as long as you stand on the edge of the pit and don't move, these swords won't hurt you!" Lang Sanqian said, his target was only Shen Feixue.

Before Lang Sanqian finished doing this, Shen Feixue in the pit had already moved (shēn).

The longitudinal (shēn) leaped, with the sword qi that was visible to the eyes of the eight paths (ròu), and struck towards the three thousand waves, and in a blink of an eye, they reached the edge of the pit, one zhang away at the same height as the three thousand waves.

"I don't know what to say!" Lang Sanqian snorted coldly, not taking Shen Feixue who took the initiative to attack in his eyes at all.

In his opinion, Shen Feixue is sending him to death, after all, Shen Feixue has always shown that he is so ignorant of the sky!

Lang Sanqian's other palm poked out, his energy condensed, and he was about to send it back to the pit again, suffering the pain of the cloud sword.

However, at this moment, a giant palm condensed by a red flame appeared in front of him (shēn), blocking Shen Feixue's eight sword qi. Not only that, the sound of sword rain in the air suddenly stopped, and the purple and gorgeous air was more red.

There was also a huge red flame palm in the sky, and even the lines could be seen clearly, hanging above the big pit, blocking those cloud swords.

Lang Sanqian turned his head sharply and stared at Li Chiyan not far away, "Li Qianhu, what do you mean?"