Feng Youlun was stunned for a moment, not understanding where his name was good, but he didn't care about it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info In the last round of battles, Xu Feng's deliberately oily tone had fallen into his eyes.

Although Ye Xiu is called Feng Youlun's junior brother, he is actually much older than Ye Xiu, but the sect is sorted by the morning and evening of the entry, just like Xu Feng and the thirteenth senior brother, Feng Youlun can only call Ye Xiu, who has an earlier entry, as his senior brother.

Feng Youlun is nearly forty years old, and his eyes reveal a kind of absolute calm after reading the world, like a bottomless abyss, no matter what falls on it, there will be no repercussions. The goatee on the chin is unusually fine, neatly groomed, and the lines are carved like a carving, and the black shirt gives people an old-fashioned and stern impression. On his feet was a pair of linen shoes, calmly watching Xu Feng, his right foot took a steady step forward, and the whole person instantly towered like a mountain, and it was impossible to take half a step back.

"Senior brother, please advise!"

A whip flashed in Feng Youlun's hand. It is said that it is a whip that can fight gods, but in fact, it is not a steel whip that can fight gods, let alone a magic weapon that can fight against the powerhouses of the divine realm, this is just a flattering title. The steel whip more than four feet long is cast into a square, and there are fire cloud dragon patterns on each side, faintly revealing a calm and heavy aura, although it is not an artifact, it should not be an ordinary mortal.

Xu Feng felt that there was a wall and a mountain in front of him, and pure pressure was pouring towards him. Brushing the hem of the moon-white robe, his right hand firmly grasped the hilt of the sword on his back, the true yuan slowly circulated in the secluded mansion, and the divine thoughts in the mud pill palace quietly condensed.

After seeing Xu Feng's methods, the disciples of the sect no longer dared to take it lightly. On the quiet martial arts arena, the breeze is not there, and the atmosphere is solemn.

A huge stick with a width of more than one foot suddenly appeared in Xu Feng's eyes, and the steel whip in Feng Youlun's hand had already been smashed down silently.

Such a fierce move was silent, Xu Feng didn't know how the other party did it, but this made the battle even more dangerous and weird.

The divine whip in his eyes was greatly enlarged, like a majestic mountain pressing over. Within a radius of dozens of zhang, the gravel and dust on the ground sensed the tremendous power falling from the sky, and shook in a swoop.

Xu Feng's expression was calm, and his feet were staggered on the shaking ground and stood in a T-shape. It seems to be slow, but in fact, it is extremely fast, and the horizontal sword is three feet above the head. It is the only defensive style in the wind and rain point Cangjian - the wind sets the people quiet.

The world seemed to be quiet in an instant, the mountain that had been pressed down was gone, Feng Youlun's calm eyes in front of him were gone, and Xu Feng's mind was only left with tens of thousands of nervous breaths outside the martial arts arena.

In the extremely quiet world, a dull crash sounded.

The steel whip smashed down is a mountain, and the black sword that crosses the head is also a mountain, and the mountain collides with the mountain, and the sky collapses and the earth cracks!

In the loud bang, with the two of them as the center, the ground debris within a radius of dozens of zhang cracked, like a waterfall flying upside down into the sky, and the ground of dozens of zhang square fell several feet.

Feng Youlun flew in the air, the black cloth robe resounded fiercely in the frenzied true yuan, like a god general who had descended into the world, his left leg was slightly bent, his hands were holding the whip, and the true yuan like mountains and seas all fell, pressing on the black sword.

The disciples around the martial arts arena looked at the two people in the arena in shock, and the agitated True Yuan shot the gravel around, and fell silent again under the counterattack of the Qingguang Great Array.

They didn't expect Feng Youlun to make a move, and he would do his best. Only the disciples with a slightly higher realm knew that Feng Youlun, who was at the peak of the Apocalypse with Xuan Peipei, was as jealous of Xu Feng's swordsmanship, and wanted to settle the battle between three moves and two styles, not giving Xu Feng a chance to use his swordsmanship, let alone letting Xu Feng condense a powerful and incomparable sword intent like Xuan Peipei. So he shot without reservation, and completely pressed the victory and defeat on this earth-shattering whip.

The tremendous power came through the lightning of the arms, passed through the chest, walked through the secluded mansion, and finally landed on the legs!

The shoes on his feet cracked like a cannonball, and the T-shaped steps sank slightly, and the bluestone under his feet cracked in the shape of a spider's web. Xu Fengxing raised his eyebrows slightly, and snorted, the true yuan in the secluded mansion was like boiling hot water, rushing up against all the true yuan, and resisting the endless huge force between his arms and wrists.

Feng Youlun's face was still calm, but there was already a little madness in his eyes, and the angle of the volley was just enough to see Xu Feng's slightly pale face, and the furious Zhenyuan broke the muscles on Xu Feng's face a little trembling, but a pair of eyes were still calm, even with a hint of a smile.

Feng Youlun had already overestimated his opponent as much as possible, but he didn't expect Xu Feng to be more difficult than he imagined.

The disciples of the Transformation God Gate looked nervously at the stalemate of the two, although the roaring sound and the flying rubble had fallen, but the competition of Zhenyuan only entered the most critical moment at this time, although the blow of Mount Tai was blocked, but it was only a blow, and countless Zhenyuan would attack in a more violent situation.

The only defensive style of the Cangjian in the wind and rain, the wind calms the people, and it really calms people down, using the black sword raised horizontally above their heads as a line to build a solid embankment, allowing the furious true yuan to keep slapping.

Xu Feng was very hard at this time, feeling that the bones in his wrist had cracked, and the pain in his heart made his lips tremble, and his whole body was numb, as if he was really holding a mountain, and he didn't dare to relax in the slightest, once he let go, there would be no scum left to be smashed. What's even worse is that the mountain seems to be getting worse.

Feng Youlun seemed to have just smashed a whip, only Xu Feng knew that in the moment after the furious blow, the boxy and incomparably stable steel whip had fallen hundreds of times, because the speed was too fast and the distance was too close, it looked like a whip, and round after round of fierce critical hits all smashed on the three points where the black sword was the weakest.

Between the dilemma, Xu Feng laughed at himself in his heart, it turned out that Feng Youlun's name meant something like this: the divine whip quietly came out, and the true yuan was higher than the wave, and the round was fiercer than the other.

Xu Feng raised his head slightly and saw Feng Youlun's calm face, and also noticed the sweat that continued to overflow from his neatly combed sideburns.

Persistence is victory! As long as you dare to come down, Lao Tzu will kill you with a sword! Xu Feng said in his heart.

Feng Youlun seemed to feel Xu Feng's unyielding will, his short beard trembled slightly, and a True Yuan that was countless times stronger than before was like a flood that opened the floodgates and blasted towards the black sword!

Xu Feng was shocked in his heart, knowing that the time to decide victory or defeat had come, he turned his heart sideways, raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, which shocked the surroundings of the martial arts arena, and struggled to squeeze out the last trace of true yuan in the secluded mansion, which fell on the black sword above his head like a long rainbow through the sun.

Xu Feng has been forced to the point of exhaustion. Feng Youlun had already made up his mind to decide the winner in one move, and there was even the sound of Xu Feng's left arm bone breaking in his ears, and the short beard, which had not moved at all, was a little messed up with a hint of chuckle.

"The Divine Sect, the first thing to cultivate is the Divine Thought, not the True Yuan. Xu Feng, Xu Feng, today is your fate, this dragon blood pill, you are sure to eat it!" Feng Youlun said in his heart, as the master of the peak of the Apocalypse, the monstrous divine thoughts in the Mud Pill Palace gushed out.

It's just that he didn't notice that as the final blow fell, a black mist rose from somewhere on the sword body like smoke.