Zhang Muyang moved his body lightly, and said to Nalan Changfeng: "If you want to fight, hurry up, I'm in a hurry." ”

Nalan Changfeng was calm, although he couldn't see that Zhang Muyang had any cultivation, but his keen intuition told him that the young man in front of him, who looked harmless to humans and animals, definitely had a huge threat, so he didn't dare to be careless at all, and all the aura on his body was transported, ready to give Zhang Muyang a fatal blow at any time.

The atmosphere of the scene gradually became solemn as the two of them looked at each other, although it was still a fight, but the inexplicable aura was constantly affecting everyone's senses, and for a while everyone in the audience did not dare to make a sound, and even breathed carefully.

Airplanes!

A crisp sword roar remembered!

Nalan Changfeng didn't seem to be able to stand such an oppressive atmosphere, so he shot first, and at the moment when the sword roared, the long sword instantly changed from one to three, and then three to nine, and in the blink of an eye, around Nalan Changfeng's side, there were nine more sword shadows.

Zhang Muyang couldn't help but nod when he saw it, this thing not only has an amazing talent in cultivation, but even kendo is so proficient, and it is really extraordinary to realize such a swordsmanship at the beginning of the foundation building period. Just as he nodded in praise, Nalan Changfeng moved.

The fingers were slightly raised, and the moment the sword body shook, the nine sword shadows stabbed directly around Zhang Muyang's body, and the sword blade came in the blink of an eye, if he was stabbed by this sword shadow, there would be a few more holes in his body in an instant. Wu Yuqing, who had been staring at the ring, saw this scene, and couldn't help but slap his thigh hard, if he wasn't a member of the Baoxian family now, he would definitely jump up and celebrate, this is the real Taoism, with Nalan Changfeng, Zhang Muyang's kid will definitely die,

However, what disappointed him was that although Zhang Muyang praised him for his good swordsmanship, it was just good, there were more than 10,000 swordsmanship he had seen, there were worse than this, and there were more better than this, seeing the sword shadow suddenly coming, he also raised his fingers slightly, like a wall of qi Li in front of Zhang Muyang, blocking all the nine sword shadows.

When the nine sword shadows hit the qi wall, they all broke their halberds and sank into the sand, Nalan Changfeng saw that he had not made a move, and then changed his moves, he did not come close, he had the intention to show off his Dao magic powers, Qing Feng erected, his right hand clenched, and his left hand raised his sword fingers, and suddenly set off a gust of wind on the sword.

The wind was extremely away, and in the blink of an eye, the sand and rocks flew away, and those who were closer to the ring were blown to and from side to side in an instant. You must know that the competition ring they are in occupies a large area, and the onlookers are at least fifty meters away from the ring in a safe area, and that's it, there are still people who are blown down, which shows the power of this strong wind. As the wind rose, Nalan Changfeng shouted, "Take it!"

As soon as the strange wind came out, it hit Zhang Muyang directly, and Nalan Changfeng followed closely behind the strange wind. Shen Long, who was hiding on the side to recuperate, sighed after seeing this scene, just now he had used all his strength, thinking that he had at least forced out a few tricks of Nalan Changfeng, which Cheng wanted to look at it now, only to know that he had put gold on his face, and Nalan Changfeng just now was really playing.

The fox fairy in his body said: "You don't have to worry, our Baoxian family will definitely not be worse than that snow mountain gate, but now humanity is prosperous, there is a thunder descending from the world, plus several ancestors are still in retreat, we spirits can't use all our strength, otherwise how can we let this child be dominant."

Shen Long sighed lightly and nodded, continuing to watch the battle.

When Zhang Muyang saw the strange wind blowing on his face, he still looked like a light and breeze, with a flip of his wrist, a meridian trick in his hand, and then whispered softly in his mouth, the wind that had already pounced in front of Zhang Muyang disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

When Nalan Changfeng saw it, he didn't have time to marvel, so he only stabbed Zhang Muyang in the chest with a sword.

only heard a crisp sound, and the long sword was flicked away by Zhang Muyang's fingers, and the blade could be slashed across Zhang Muyang's side, but it did not hurt Zhang Muyang in the slightest. Zhang Muyang couldn't help laughing and said, "What, are your subordinates merciful?"

"Humph!"

Nalan Changfeng snorted coldly, the sword blade didn't stop, he saw that the swordsmanship couldn't hurt Zhang Muyang, his body jumped back, jumped in the air, threw the long sword into the sky, pinched the Dao recipe with both hands, and a Ling Ran breath burst out.

'Bang!'

In the place where Zhang Muyang was originally standing, a big pit was smashed in an instant, and the cement blocks were scattered and splashed, and many people were affected, this time it was not like last time, just a fall, this time many people were hit by the splash stones, and their noses were blue and their faces were swollen, and there were even blood.

But just like this, no one wants to go, although they are scared in their hearts, they want to see what the battle between the monks is like, Nalan Changfeng's few hand tricks just now are enough to amaze the eyeballs and shock.

Nalan Changfeng, who was in mid-air, saw that another move was fruitless, and even fell from mid-air, holding high the long sword that happened to catch the falling with his right hand, standing in front of his chest with his left hand, and reading in his mouth: "For Anya, I fought with you, Immeasurable Tianzun, anxious as an order, the long sword went west, the magic sword kills, and the sword is sacrificed." ”

With a swing of the long sword, a layer of energy fluctuations shrouded the body of the long sword, and in the next second, the long sword rose out of thin air, and after breaking away from Nalan Changfeng's right hand, it was like an electric switch, directly taking Zhang Muyang's neck. His current swordsmanship is not the few phantoms he had at the beginning just now. It's a real sword out of the sheath. Not only is there the sound of the sword, but also the sword intent contained in it, it is impossible to avoid it, as for the power, when the long sword flies out, the cement floor it flies over, all of them are scraped out of a crack, you must know that this ring is made of cement, almost two meters, but now it is like a steel knife cutting tofu.

Zhang Muyang saw it, but he still didn't hide or dodge. Look at the wind and thunder of the long sword carrier, when it is surging. He yawned, then grabbed the sword in his hand.

Zhang Muyang pinched the blade of the sword, looked at Changfeng and asked, "Is that it?" I feel that the aura in your body is unstable, is it because the aura is insufficient or the donkey skills are poor?"

Nalan Changfeng, who was originally pinched by Zhang Muyang at the tip of the sword, was already shocked, and when he heard that Zhang Muyang knew that the aura in his body was insufficient, he was even more panicked. Without waiting for him to reply, Zhang Muyang continued: "I have already given you three moves, and it is my turn to do the rest, sorry." ”

After playing with it, Zhang Muyang threw his long sword on the ground, and then in his hand, he didn't know when there was another long sword.

"Since you like to use a sword the most, then I'll teach you how to use a sword today, so I'll see you. ”

As Zhang Muyang's words landed, a roar sounded from the long sword in Zhang Muyang's hand, followed by a long rainbow slashing out diagonally, bursting in mid-air, followed by a stream of golden light turning into sword light, overwhelming, pouring like a mountain and a sea.

Nalan Changfeng, who was standing in the sword light, stood stunned, without the slightest idea of dodging or parrying in his heart, because Zhang Muyang's swordsmanship was unavoidable, unavoidable, and even parrying and resisting was an extravagant hope, in the sword light, there was only one death.

Outside the ring, everyone was stunned, the new students were terrified, and some even knelt directly on the ground, saying that they were immortals and sparing their lives, and the power of swordsmanship was terrifying. The crowd of onlookers really knew what a monk was and what swordsmanship was at this time.

(End of chapter)