After all, cross-border battles are rare, and even fewer can be won. （1）

In the past battles, the battles that really crossed the border to kill the enemy were the result of the cooperation of Xu Feng and Jiang Liao, or the cooperation with the senior brothers of the Xiuwu Sect.

The only time Xu Feng crossed the border and fought hard was against Ye Xiu, who was worthy of the middle realm, in the martial arts arena of the Burning Star Tower. （2）

At that time, Xu Feng stepped into the door of cultivation and had just entered the realm of the Apocalypse, only feeling that he was different from ordinary people, and he had the heroic spirit of "thousands of miles of stratus clouds, only to whom to go".

Against Ye Xiu, who was two realms higher than himself, he knew what it meant to be difficult.

Fortunately, in the martial arts arena, he only took Ye Xiu's three shots, and he didn't fight the whole thing.

Rao is like this, under the pressure of the last shot, his black sword that cut through the wind and rain also killed Jian Yuan (3), ran wildly with his sword in the martial arts arena, and finally fainted from exhaustion.

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Today is different from the past, this place is not a martial arts arena in the sect, if he is defeated, there will be no careful care of his fellow disciples, and there will be no supernatural healing methods of the old man of Tiangen.

will probably be killed in public by those enemies who are eyeing him, and even implicate Jiang Liao and Li Ke.

Since Xu Feng said the sentence "Who else!?", he had naturally considered the consequences of the matter.

To have courage without strategy is to be foolish, to have strategy without courage is to be delusional, and Xu Feng is not a fool.

Challenging the disciples of the world's sects in public, of course, will not be done at will, it is basically no different from looking for death.

Xu Feng had already seen that the Tsing Yi trial was about to start, and not many disciples were willing to fight with real swords.

And those Lingnan disciples who are looking forward to revenge, they have never won!

What's more, in the past half a year, Xu Feng has deliberately practiced enlightenment, and has reached the point of forgetting to sleep and eat.

In the past, those group battles, solo battles, melee battles, chaotic battles, battles, all kinds of battles were repeatedly deduced from his practice notes, and in countless battles, the dark black sword seemed to be about to merge into his divine thoughts.

He needs to fight constantly to consume the more and more True Yuan and Divine Thoughts that have accumulated in his body, turning the Dead Sea into a living sea, and turning the lifeless Mud Pill Palace into an ethereal Divine Palace.

He longed for the same opportunity as the battle against Ye Xiu in the martial arts arena, the opportunity to fight in hardships and hardships. The sword element that can inspire the black sword to go crazy again.

And this time, he was confident enough, not afraid of being crushed by the furious True Yuan and the madness of devouring the heart, and took a closer look at the Sword Yuan in his hand, what it was.

The chaotic ratio in the Dragon and Tiger list, as well as Zhu Zhi in front of him, is probably the most perfect opportunity, and Xu Feng must grasp it.

The autumn wind on the cliff is agitated, the true yuan is raging, the two of them do not leave their hands, the real yuan is against the true yuan, the divine thought is against the divine thought, the dao sword is against the dao sword, you come and I kill together.

Everyone knows that in the face of an opponent like Zhu Zhi, he should have taken a trick and won by outwitting. The crowd in the arena became more and more unable to understand Xu Feng's style of play.

It seems that he has fought for his life, and he wants to squeeze the true yuan in his body clean, and the divine thoughts in the Mud Pill Palace have not stopped for a moment, it is simply the unity of "sword" and "god", wantonly arranging them, and all the combat power is like splashing ink landscapes, opening and closing, without reservation.

Those sect disciples who were also in the realm of the Apocalypse were surprised that the young man in Tsing Yi, who had fought like a madman on the cliff flat, actually had such a surging true yuan.

Does his day have two more hours than anyone else?

The all-out fight completely aroused Zhu Zhi's fighting spirit.

When the battle was raised, the black-clothed Daoist let out a rapid ho-ho sound from his mouth, and he didn't know whether he was excited or excited, and the hearts of the people watching the battle swayed.

On the surface, Xu Feng didn't take a trick, only Zhu Zhi knew that the slightly weird black sword tried his best to find every opportunity to rush towards the Zhenhai sword, or stab, or split, or even simply cut like a stick.

Of course, Zhu Zhi was reluctant to intersect the two swords, the black sword in the other party's hand was obviously several times sharper than his own Zhenhai sword, he was not only eager to fight, but also cherished the sword as his life.

This is the Natal Dao Sword, and if the Dao Sword is damaged, the mind of the cultivator of the Edgeworth will also be injured.

Many times, in order to avoid Xu Feng's sword, Zhu Zhi's sword qi fell in the air, if he really wanted to fight hard, Xu Feng should have lost at this time.

"Boy, if you can hold on for another half an hour, you win. Zhu Zhi said silently in his heart.

Xu Feng has been cultivating for three years, while Zhu Zhi has only stayed in the Jinshi Realm for three years, and if you count from the beginning, it has been fourteen years.

The Heaven and Earth Dragon and Tiger List is really accurate, this kid's combat power is placed among the disciples who have just entered the life, and he also has the strength to fight, Zhu Zhi thought.

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The wide blacksmith cut out the deep marks on the cliff floor, half a zhang long, and a few inches deep black sword marks, which were shocking.

It was unimaginable that these majestic sword intents were actually resisted by Xu Feng of the Apocalypse Realm one by one, and they still found some opportunities in the turbulent current to draw exquisite sword techniques.

Every dozens of moves, there are a few moves, the sword light is round, scattered but not chaotic, straight to the Taoist priest's vital point, forcing the black-clothed Taoist chief to retreat, one of the swords is dangerous and dangerous, cutting off a corner of Zhu Zhi's robe.

"This kid is crazy, if he continues to play like this, sooner or later his energy will decay and die. ”

A young disciple of the Sanqing Dao Sect, with his arms crossed, holding the Dao sword, shook his head and said.

"Maybe I found out that I was not Senior Brother Zhu's opponent, and I couldn't take back the bold words I released, so I was ashamed and went crazy!"

"No matter what, this Xu Feng is still in stock, if it were you, would it be able to hold on until now?"

Perhaps it was the effect of Zhu Zhi's first few words, and the Taoist priests no longer thought that Xu Feng deliberately insulted the Daomen.

"This ...... Of course, this is another matter, how could Senior Brother Zhu test his sword with the same sect. ”

The mocking Taoist priest was momentarily speechless and quibbled.

The little Taoist priest Zhong Er frowned, and began to sympathize with Xu Feng in his heart.

"If you say you, don't let out big words if you can't beat you. How good it is to say a few beautiful and kind words, and end up in a light and indifferent way! Now that you are facing Senior Brother Zhu, who is thirsty for war, you will not even avoid it, and you will blindly fight to the death, how can you be the opponent of the Great Dao Scholar. ”

Zhong Er is the kind of person who sympathizes with whoever is inferior and who is weak.

This kind of natural kindness that does not distinguish between right and wrong is the advantage of his cultivation path, and it is also the magic obstacle on his cultivation path, but he doesn't know it at this time.

Xu Feng didn't have this kind of sentimentality at all, although it seemed that the bones in his whole body were broken one by one, and in the fierce battle, the green shirt was wet and dry, dry and wet, and his arm was so painful that he almost lost consciousness, and he was still fighting hard with a thought.

If it weren't for the wind and rain point Cangjian twisted abnormally, the broadsword that flew several times almost cut off his left arm.

With a slightly messy pace, the black sword danced into a black shield.

The long-term war of attrition made Zhu Zhi's breath a little flustered, and no one had ever fought like Xu Feng like himself.

If it weren't for the protection of the Natal Dao Sword, this battle might have been the most painful battle in three years.

Xu Feng chuckled in his heart: "War-loving life, hehe, I'm notoriety for killing!"

After all, the battle is a battle, not a killing.

When you kill someone, you will care if your sword will be dirty, whether it will be damaged, even if the sword breaks and flies, you will also have to cut off the enemy's head.

Xu Feng felt that he had reached the limit, and if he didn't force Jian Yuan out within ten moves, he was afraid that he would fall into a dangerous place.

Lift a stone to shoot yourself in the foot, and wet your shirt with the wind.

"If you don't come out again, I'm going to hang up, master!"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Xu Feng's eyes, a harrier turned over, and with the help of the impact of Zhenyuan, he dodged the iron sword of the side attack, and the black sword illusion made a straight line and went straight to the heart of the Taoist!

At this time, the iron-like giant sword had already swept towards Xu Feng's feet.

The cultivator fights, fast to the extreme, and dozens of moves are also between lightning and flint.

In such a quick attack, Xu Feng didn't even save him, he didn't go back, he didn't move forward, risked his feet being cut off, and firmly stabbed the opponent's chest.

Zhu Zhi had never encountered this kind of fighting style that did not want to die together, and he was suddenly shocked in his heart - this kid is no longer alive!

Suddenly turned sideways, and turning sideways meant that the sword was about to be retracted, and once the sword was retracted, Xu Feng took the initiative.

The lightning-fast black sword was on Zhu Zhi's shoulder at the moment when he turned around, and a puddle of blood shot out, even on the cliff where the earth and rocks were flying.

"Ahh

Countless exclamations rang out from under the cliff.

Not only did Zhu Zhi never see this kind of fighting, but many of the northern sect disciples who were watching had never seen it.

Because of the 10,000-year-old Chengping of Great Xia, in the north of the dynasty, there are 10,000-year-old sects such as Sanqing Daomen and Dongcheng Courtyard, which are also the center of the dynasty.

The Sanqing Daomen apologetic cavalry killed the Quartet and eliminated the demons and guarded the road, which has long become a legend in history. What's ridiculous is that Yue Jianhong and other disciples of the Dao Sect still thought that killing Xu Feng, who had stirred up the chaos of the sect, was to eliminate the Demon Guard, and even thought that the extermination of the thieves who were on the evil side was the Demon Removal Guard.

They thought that the depictions of fierce demons in the Taoist halls and the long-standing yellowed murals were just legends.

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"What a hatred it must be to use such a trick!"

Some of the disciples were puzzled.

Among the people in the rematch, only a few people had calm faces, waiting for the change to happen.

The calmest among them was Dongfang Bai, since he concluded that his cultivation was not as good as Xu Feng, he simply stopped paying attention to the fight on the cliff floor.

In his eyes, fighting is killing, and he has killed many people, the old, the young, the men, the women, those who have helped him, those who have hindered him, and even those who just look at him more, as long as he thinks they are in the way, they will all be killed.

It wasn't until Xu Feng made this bloody move that Dongfang Bai was a little interested.

However, he knew that this trick could not kill people, so he was not very interested, and after a casual glance, his eyes fell to the autumn forest outside the cliff.

The man with a bloated body from the Northland Badaomen, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "See blood." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the puddle of blood on Zhu Zhi's shoulder rushed out, as if to match his words.