Xu Feng is no longer an ordinary man who was slashed everywhere by Shen Yilang on the grain ship in the past, and this feeling of increasing cultivation made him fascinated. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Since his enlightenment and entry into the Apocalypse, Xu Feng has not experienced many frontal battles between cultivators. Today's repeated battles, the bitterness is a little bitter, but the true yuan, battle spirit, and skills are constantly improving, Xu Feng enjoys this feeling very much, he feels that he still hasn't played to the extreme, and deep down he really longs for that kind of fierce battle to die.

Xu Feng got up slowly, feeling the faint pain at the broken bone of his left arm, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, the tip of the sword downward, looking at Ye Xiu with a calm face, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Ye, please advise!"

Ye Xiu saw the battle intent in Xu Feng's calm eyes, a real battle intent, and after the fanaticism reached the extreme, he returned to the calm battle intent. Only those who have truly experienced the battle of life and death have this kind of madness in their eyes like a desire for destruction.

Ye Xiu nodded heavily and said, "Senior brother be careful!"

The right hand behind him stretched out into the air, and a piercing sound of breaking the sky sounded, and a spear with strong killing meaning pierced the blue light canopy, and suddenly came to Ye Xiu's hand.

The spear whistled past him, and the true yuan he brought hit Xu Feng's face, like a knife, and it hurt to cut.

With the momentum of Ye Xiu's spear piercing the void, Xu Feng knew that Ye Xiu would definitely fight as hard as he could.

Thinking of this, the blood around Xu Feng's body began to tumble like boiling, and the black sword in his hand felt the master's crazy battle intent, and the entire sword body trembled lightly.

"Senior Brother Ye's gun!"

"It's been a long time, and I'm finally shot! Xu Feng's treatment is not low!"

"It's just three shots, and it's not a real battle!"

"Looking at Senior Brother Ye's posture, do you have the confidence to face these three shots?"

"This ......"

Almost all the disciples were discussing whether Xu Feng was worthy of being able to let Ye Xiu use his own gun.

Wei Xiao, the senior brother of the Martial Arts Sect, finally put away his lazy expression, staring at Xu Feng with black hair fluttering in the field, and the black sword that showed a matte black color in the sun and was not reflective. The first time he entered the Tianzi C House, Wei Xiao felt that there was a magic weapon with a strange aura lying quietly in the sealed pavilion, and it was not until a few junior disciples came down the mountain that he knew that this magic weapon was the sword on Xu Feng's back. On the day of Liuhuafang, Xu Feng's hatred covered his heart, and the black sword in his hand showed his might, I don't know how far this black sword can make Xu Feng crazy in today's martial arts arena.

Xu Feng closed his eyes and opened them again after a moment. The mind was completely calm, the killing aura came out calmly, the black hair hanging down on his shoulders rose without wind, and the sword intent locked on Ye Xiu from afar.

"Disease!" Ye Xiu snorted lightly, and the spear flew out like the wind, directly attacking Xu Feng's chest and abdomen without any fancy.

Ye Xiu's gun, known as the "Howling God", had smashed more than 700 magic weapons and broken more than 30 formations in various battles within the sect.

The martial arts that the Xiao Shen Spear relied on to become famous in Ye Xiu's hands was the "God Killing Duel", with this set of martial arts, Ye Xiu became famous in the entire southern sect, and once fought to a draw with the "Huizhou Dragon", one of the dragons and phoenixes around. The god-killing decision is ever-changing, but they all use four words as the basis for change, and the word "disease" that Ye Xiu drank at this time is one of them.

Straight to the Yellow Dragon!

This shot condensed Ye Xiu's deep understanding of the way of guns.

The gun is either picking or stabbing, smashing or sweeping, no matter what kind of move it is, it is a long-range weapon that opens and closes. At this moment, there was a distance of about a few feet between the two, and this distance was the most suitable for the spear that could be rushed.

The word "disease" is actually fast. And Xu Feng not only felt fast, but felt the cold killing intent locked by the qi machine.

As soon as the tip of the spear shining with cold light came out, Xu Feng felt as if the gun had been stabbed on his body.

It's like in that world, someone is at a very close distance, bang, and shoots himself, although the bullet has not yet flew, but when he hears the gunshot, he already knows that he will die, which is an instinctive fear.

Xu Feng adhered to the heart of the Dao, did not retreat, did not block, the black sword rose again, and instantly laid hundreds of sword intents in front of him, holding the sword in his right hand, and holding the arm of his right hand in his left hand, he suddenly caught up.

Kiss...... Kiss......

There was a series of soft sounds in the air, and it was the sound of the Howling Spear piercing the sword intent. The high-speed sword pierced the air, completely ignoring the distance between the two of them, and instantly came to the front, accurately hitting the tip of the black sword.

A crisp and piercing sound sounded in everyone's eardrums.

"Ding!"

The sword body shook at high speed, black mist quietly rose, and the surrounding air was faintly deformed.

As soon as the spear froze, Xu Feng flew out upside down, and his feet that were long gone with his boots plowing a shocking blood mark on the ground.

Xu Feng's breath churned and he gasped. One move of the storm was only enough to block Ye Xiu's blow.

Ye Xiu's figure flickered and appeared in front of Xu Feng's eyes again.

"Seal!"

The Howling Spear turned into an afterimage and fell from the sky, and its mighty force made the barrel of the spear bend slightly.

Different from "disease", this trick "sealing" made Xu Feng feel like he was in a cage, not only the gun that fell from the sky, but all the front and back left and right were sealed by Zhenyuan, and there was no way to avoid it.

The disciples of the Martial Arts Sect clenched their palms, especially the thirteenth senior brother, although they didn't know why Xu Feng fought so hard, but they faintly felt that Xu Feng could carry this shot.

The black sword in his hand turned out to be a little hot at the moment, I don't know if it was because of the high-speed swing, or the illusion caused by the boiling blood. Xu Feng didn't think about it, he swung out a sword in his right hand, and his body followed the long sword that was swung, and the lightning moved to the right.

There was a thunderous sound, as if the entire mountain peak where the sect was located shook together, and the ground where Xu Feng was originally standing was smashed out of a half-zhang deep pit, and the blue light array covering the martial arts arena shook violently, faintly showing signs of collapse.

Countless disciples exclaimed, and some disciples with lower cultivation levels had already begun to retreat, for fear that after the formation was shattered, the True Yuan that overflowed like a flood would hit violently.

The woman who presided over the martial arts performance moved quickly with both hands, forming a faint breath of seal, and after the blue light array shook several times, it stabilized again.

Xu Feng picked it diagonally with a black sword, choosing to kill from the side that was sealed, although it was already fast to the extreme, his left shoulder was still picked out with a blood mouth several feet long, deep and visible bones, and the left arm, which had already been broken, was completely lost at this time.

Xu Feng's back slammed into the re-stabilized Qingguang Array, stirring up a cloud of dust, and the blood from the previous battle slowly overflowed from his mouth and nose.

"That's it!" Ye Xiu said with a roaring spear in his hand.

Xu Feng ignored the blood spilling from his mouth and nose, his right hand was still clenched on the long sword, and there was a flame burning in his calm eyes. Trembling, he said, "It hurts...... Hurry!"

The disciples looked at Xu Feng, who was crazy on the ground, and a thought flashed in their hearts, in the future, in the sect, even if they offend the sect master, they will not offend the crazy young man in front of them.

Xu Feng supported the ground with a long sword and slowly stood up. A drop of blood landed on the black sword, and a cloud of green smoke suddenly rose.

The green smoke passed in an instant, and Ye Xiu saw that the flame in Xu Feng's eyes was magnifying.

Xu Feng's almost abolished left hand held the hilt of the sword, and his right hand directly held the blade, leaning forward, and rushed towards Ye Xiu with a strange attitude that completely disregarded his life!

The blade of the sword cut into his right hand, the hot blood flowed on the hot black sword, and the green smoke steamed in the black mist, Xu Feng's eyes were cracked, his black hair was flying, and he ran faster and faster!

All the disciples of the Martial Arts Sect stood up suddenly, staring at the field in shock.

Huo Ran, the woman sitting solemnly in the south, stood up and rebuked loudly: "He's crazy, hurry up! Stop him!"