Xu Feng had already noticed Feiyu who was watching the battle, this person with deep hatred. Unexpectedly, the target of his swift sword turned out to be Jiang Liao.

Compared with Jiang Liao's domineering attitude of moving forward with a horizontal cane, Xu Feng's side seemed a little cold.

In the night, those disciples of various sects had different colors of clothes and different blades, but they had the same nervous look on their faces, and cold sweat never kept flowing down their cheeks.

Xu Feng is too capable of killing, the sword is tricky and weird, the wind and rain point cangjian is used to the extreme, the aura of wind and rain permeates the surroundings, only when he touches the black sword, the sword qi like rain is attached to his body.

Wrists, thighs, jaws, and even eyes, these fragile places were all targets for the black sword to pick diagonally and hit directly, and in an instant, dozens of disciples jumped away in pain, not daring to attack quickly.

Unlike Jiang Liao's violent opening, Xu Feng was deliberately insidious, his sword momentum was elusive, his tricks were varied, there was no wind and thunderstorm, and nothing was dusty.

I saw that in the slightly cold autumn night, a few black shadows quickly flickered, and the fierce sound of gold and iron resonating sounded, and then returned to calm, those injured disciples didn't have time to roar, inhaled the cold air, and escaped from the range of Xu Feng's sword intent.

A majestic young disciple, dressed in a black silk shirt with leopard eyes wide open, roared and rushed towards Xu Feng, who was blocking, felt like a wall smashing towards him.

Xu Feng twisted his body and turned upside down in the air, and while flying, the black sword accurately pointed at the neck of an enemy, and with a light fluttering hand, the sharp sword intent cut the artery on the enemy's neck.

The blood and the striking black sword formed two parallel lines in the night, and the enemy fell silently like a piece of wood.

Xu Feng turned, like a wheel, with his head down and his feet on top, and the angry young man's long knife swept out, seeing that the trend was about to cut Xu Feng's waist into two pieces.

Before the knife arrived, Xu Feng, who flipped upside down in the air, the black sword slammed on the ground, the sword momentum was pressed into a curved arc, and the whole body was forced to rise again with the help of force, like a ghost flashing, and flipped into the air again.

Xu Feng in the air didn't look at it, the black sword in his hand was like a wicker after the rain, with a slightly wet blood, light and fast, and accurately whipped on the wrist of the sturdy young man.

The long knife, which weighed more than a dozen catties, fell to the ground, and the young man looked at the blood line on his wrist, and became more and more angry, and smashed his fist towards Xu Feng in the air.

It's a bloody son!

At this moment, Xu Feng finally changed his move, and the fine sword intent like a storm suddenly turned into a raging storm, and the thin narrow sword instantly turned into a giant whirlpool that stirred the wind and rain, and smashed directly on the fist of the sturdy young man.

Rumble!

In the backfield, which has been silent and cold, a violent True Yuan hedge broke out for the first time, and the young man's face turned pale and kicked ...... Kicking, kicking back a few steps, sitting on the ground with one butt, the other hand tightly gripping the wrist of the bloody rush, his face full of shock.

He knew that the other party spared his life, and the strange and agile black sword could completely slash through his neck silently when he retreated.

"Obsessed!" Xu Feng shouted coldly.

With a sudden flip of his wrist, the sword momentum slanted downward, accurately stabbing into the lower abdomen of a disciple who wanted to raise his sword to sneak attack, and those flashing and moving leisurely sword intent spread out again in the night.

In the explosion of opening and closing and the smart and flickering stabs, Xu Feng had a deeper understanding of the sword martial arts of wind and rain.

A sense of harmony rises in the sea of knowledge, and the sword is carried as you like, and every time you point out the deadliest sword in the most inadvertent way.

The many Immortal Sword Sect disciples present looked at Xu Feng's black sword in the crowd, splitting, stabbing, chopping, picking, fluttering, and pretentiously like a swimming dragon, even if it was an opponent, they had to admit that this son's kendo cultivation had surpassed most of the Sword Sect disciples.

When the Burning Star Tower first realized the sword technique of wind and rain, Xu Feng liked those sword moves that opened and closed, as if the wind was destroying the world, as if sweeping thousands of armies.

But it was not until this moment that he completely comprehended the essence of the rain sword technique in the two swordsmanship of wind and rain, the unforgettable softness and determination, the darkness and misery of the wind and rain, so that when Xu Feng swayed his sword intent, he couldn't help but think of the little shadow who said goodbye, and there was an inexplicable melancholy in his heart.

Hundreds of sect disciples killed for half an hour, but they didn't have the upper hand, and the cultivation of Xu Feng and Jiang Liao was really much better than that of ordinary disciples.

That iron-boned god Jiang Liao is just that, relying on his innate divine power and deliberate physique, he has survived until now, and this Xu Feng actually relied on a thin sword to take advantage of many sword sect disciples.

This son must be killed! Fu Qingshan said secretly in his heart.

The attack suddenly intensified, Xu Feng looked sideways, and found that the senior brother of the Immortal Sword Sect, Fu Qingshan, who had never been liked by him, had already reached the land of three zhang away from him.

The leaders of the various sects who cleaned up the endgame of the Immortal Soul Gate, of course, their bearing was not as good as ordinary people, and those disciples saw that the first disciple of the Immortal Sword was going to take action in person, and they were even more energetic.

Choke!

In the night, a bright sword intent flashed, and that sword intent emanated from Fu Qingshan's hand, like a lightning bolt falling from the sky, three zhang away, slanting towards Xu Feng.

Thunder Sword!

Like the bright light in the sky, many disciples suddenly rejoiced in their hearts, and a bright light also rose, and the dark situation of countless casualties in the battle so far seemed to be completely split by this bright light, and the momentum in the field suddenly changed from the moment that bright light rose.

That bright light flashed in Xu Feng's eyes, and Xu Feng felt that his complete knowledge of the sea seemed to be split into two parts.

"Hallucination!" Xu Feng shouted loudly in his heart, under this majestic sword light, there was an extremely dangerous heart-destroying divine thought.

The defensive style of the cangjian rose silently, and Xu Feng, who raised his sword eyebrows slightly, held the black sword firmly across his chest among the countless shaking figures.

It seems to have built a that will not be broken for 10,000 years, such as a mountain, such as a mountain, lying across the three zhang of Fu Qingshan.

That lightning-like sword intent roared in, skillfully avoiding the many disciples between the two, and fell with a bang in the gap between the people, and the lightning blade that condensed the extreme killing intent exploded in front of Xu Feng's black sword.

The thunder sword, sure enough, there was lightning first, and then thunder exploded.

This sword intent that condensed Fu Qingshan's depressed qi for several months was specially prepared for Fu Qingshan after studying Xu Feng's swordsmanship, which can be described as ruthless and vicious, and the purpose was to destroy Xu Feng's fighting spirit with one sword.

Fu Qingshan, who is worthy of fate, wants to deliberately calculate Xu Feng, who is at the peak of the Apocalypse, it is simply handy, and this kind of deliberateness is still the deliberateness of scheming and hollowing out his mind.

Because, this teenager who seems to be laughing as usual is too terrible for him. If he is allowed to live, with the speed of his cultivation, sooner or later he will be on an equal footing with himself, and in time, he will even surpass himself.

At that time, the matter of abandoning the crowd and fleeing, and then being framed, is very likely to be exposed, because he knows that the truth is in the hands of the strong. He was able to plant all this on Xu Feng's head precisely because of the identity and status of the head disciple of the Sword Sect.

The clear night sky seemed to have really thundered, and the thunder that shook the sky and roared could be heard for miles.

Xu Feng bent into a bow shape and flew out upside down in the explosion, and a kind of pain spread in his chest.

Xu Feng, who flew out upside down, was a little vague, but he could still see the black hair flying forward. On the side of the black hair, there was a flying thing, Xu Feng knew that it was the blood that he spurted out.

Knocking down several enemies, his body next to the solid ground, Xu Feng suddenly came to his senses, and the kind of True Yuan and Divine Thoughts attacked violently at the same time, making his heart twitch slightly.

Xu Feng, who was sitting on the ground, spit out a small mouthful of blood again, and the stagnation in his chest was finally relieved a lot.

could have fought his way out of the encirclement, but unfortunately he still underestimated Fu Qingshan's determination, or underestimated his danger to this person. This thunderous sword intent seems to have a natural restraint intent on the wind and rain point sword!Xu Feng thought.

At the cost of countless deaths and injuries, when the first villain in Lingnan was finally killed, everyone became more and more cautious.

Holding the sword in his hand, he carefully surrounded Xu Feng, just waiting for the first disciple of the sword sect to give an order to divide the wicked man's corpse.

"Pity you for being a fellow Yunmeng, if you have any last words, say them now. Fu Qingshan showed his generosity expressionlessly, while the long sword in his hand trembled faintly with desire.

He has been waiting for this moment for a long time, and this sentence is a line that has been brewing in his heart for a long time.

Xu Feng grabbed the black sword on the ground, supported the ground with difficulty, and slowly stood up, the killing that broke out on Jiang Liao's side in his ears, and the battle was especially hearty.

Between the white teeth was a terrifying stream of blood, dripping down and wetting a large area of the placket.

In the night, under the eyes of the nervous crowd, Xu Feng looked at Fu Qingshan and said word by word: "Fuck you." ”