The disciples of the Xiuwu Sect still remember the battle of the entrance a month ago, and they will not miss the good opportunity to watch the play. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Knowing that the main sect master personally tested Xu Feng's martial arts, there were disciples waiting in the courtyard as soon as the sky was bright.

It was still a bright sunshine, or a familiar venue, and groups of disciples of the Martial Arts Sect gathered together, waiting to witness the birth of the fourteenth disciple of the sect master.

Zhao Xiaohong deliberately cleaned up today, with black cloth bands wrapped around her thick arms and calves, her whole body was clean and neat, like a butcher who had seen blood, with a faint look of excitement on her face.

The coolness of the summer morning has dissipated, and the heat is beginning to steam.

Xu Feng walked out from behind the senior brothers, looking around as he walked, hoping that his life-saving straw would appear as soon as possible.

Zhao Xiaohong's cultivation has already entered the realm of the peak of life, and he is only one step away from the realm of creation and transformation.

Once you enter the realm of creation and transformation, you will become a great cultivator in the true sense, which is equivalent to entering the highest hall of the cultivation world, and you will be eligible to occupy a place on the various cultivation lists released by Dongcheng Yuan and "Huizhou Craftsman".

The Creation Divine Realm is the realm that countless cultivators dream of, and this realm is also a watershed that distinguishes ordinary cultivators from great cultivators, and it is of great significance to cultivators.

Zhao Xiaohong, the master of the martial arts sect, has been accumulating his combat power since he led the martial arts sect, and he only used a pair of meat fists to beat all the masters of other sects, and his vitality was strong and profound.

Where did such a powerful combat power come from? Of course, they all came from fighting, and for more than 300 days a year, they had to fight several battles with the disciples in the sect every day. As a result, he won the title of "martial idiot" in the sect.

Martial idiots are indeed very shameless.

No matter what kind of disciple in the martial arts sect, whether it is a personal disciple or an inner disciple, as long as it encounters it, it is possible to start fighting at any time, and when it is in a good mood, it is even more important to fight.

There is even such a thesis in the Burning Star Tower: The martial arts of the disciples of the Martial Arts Sect are not practiced, but are beaten out by the master of the sect one by one.

For Xu Feng's fight, Zhao Xiaohong has been holding back for many days. The new disciple has not been beaten by the sect master, only after being beaten, the door master will recognize this disciple, and Xu Feng wants to become a personal disciple.

"Use all your means, just come to war!" Zhao Xiaohong said as he stared at Xu Feng.

Recalling the scene when the fourth child was blown away by a punch, Xu Feng didn't dare to be careless, condensed the sword intent to the extreme, hid it and waited for the best time to make a move.

Seeing that Xu Feng didn't mean to strike first. Zhao Xiaohong, who was standing still in place, was unceremoniously, her waist and abdomen exerted force, and she suddenly jumped up from the ground, instantly passed through layers of green trees, and disappeared into the high sky!

Some disciples who had never seen the door master's move hurriedly looked up at the sky, looking for traces of the door master through the cracks in the green trees.

As soon as Xu Feng looked up at the sky, he felt a violent tremor of the ground under his feet.

"Boom!"

The master of the Zhao Sect was like a heavy meteorite, smashed directly on the ground, and landed steadily in front of Xu Feng, and the hard ground was smashed out of a large pit more than a foot deep, and the wind was cold and dusty.

From heaven to earth, it is only an instant.

Xu Feng had never seen such a figure. Send yourself to the sky and smash it down like a boulder.

It's just that after flying and smashing, Zhao Xiaohong's qi engine has changed dramatically. Like a black mountain pressing in front of you, the unshakable feeling makes people feel small for no reason, and they want to let go of all resistance.

The senior brother looked at the scene expressionlessly, and the third senior brother shook his head helplessly.

The master of the door has not used such a body method for many years, which is a manifestation of the importance he attaches to Xu Feng, and I don't know if it is Xu Feng's luck or misfortune. This is one of the sect master's self-cultivation methods, and when fighting, you only need to fall together to increase your combat power to the extreme in an instant.

Xu Feng felt that a mountain was pressing on him. Without any hesitation, as soon as he made a move, it was the most powerful move of the Wind and Rain Point Cang Sword, and the eighth type of wind destroyed the world.

Step back to ensure the most stable posture, hold the hilt of the sword in one hand, drag the tip of the sword with the other, and raise it horizontally towards the sky.

Countless horizontal swords in heaven and earth came out wildly, bombarding the mountain that pressed over.

The moment the sword met the black mountain shadow, Xu Feng let out a short muffled snort, and the long hair behind the moon-white door suit fluttered wantonly with the wind, and his staggered feet suddenly sank into the ground.

Feeling the huge force of 10,000 catties from his arms and legs, Xu Feng felt that if he held on for a while, his arm bones and leg bones would break inch by inch.

"You can't be defeated with one move, and you can't let all the brothers laugh!"

In the exclamation of everyone, Xu Feng withdrew his sword and turned back!

The giant peak that is pressed down is the fist of the door master, and between the power confrontation, if one side suddenly changes its moves, it will bear great danger, and if you are not careful, you will be bombarded by the falling mountain!

"What a gut!" Zhao Xiaohong let out an angry shout.

Xu Feng's long sword slanted, unloading all the strength on his left shoulder, and the sound of bone cracking sounded in his ears.

He let out a wild roar at the green trees and blue sky, and silently recited the thousands of miles of fast wind of the senior brother in his heart, his body turned rapidly, and the long sword swirled, and he couldn't kill out nine sharp circles of light.

The seventh style of the wind and rain point cangjian, the whirlwind nine slashes!

Fist intent and sword energy meet in a narrow space!

Nine loud bangs rang out in the courtyard of Xiuwumen, bang, bang, bang...... , like a boulder hitting on the drum surface, the eardrum of the person who shook hurt.

Xu Feng was like a spinning top that jumped out, the sword flower flickered, and it came suddenly, his right hand was still holding the long sword, but his left shoulder had collapsed, and beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping from his forehead.

Zhao Xiaohong fell from the sky, a punch at the peak of his fighting intent, and for decades, no disciple dared to fight back. At most, it is also with a flexible body to give up the car to protect the handsome and break the arm to survive.

I didn't expect Xu Feng, who was under the weight of fist intent, to be able to display such abundant sword intent. Most of the fist strength was blocked by the nine violent impacts, and the sharp whirlwind was like nine whirlwinds swung out by the scythe of death, slashing at his fist intent with incomparable precision.

Zhao Xiaohong clenched her fists lightly and stood calmly in place. Only he knew that at this time, there was a faint feeling of dryness in his chest.

"Okay!" the fourth senior brother, Sun Yimao, let out a cheer from the crowd.

After all, it is a competition between the same sect and a master and apprentice, not a real enemy fight. As soon as the tense atmosphere was eased, everyone immediately erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

Wang Debang, who was like an iron tower in the crowd, also hung a heart for Xu Feng, hoping that Xu Feng could make a few more moves under the master, and it seemed that it was not an accident that he was defeated by Xu Feng.

The master of the Shubu Sect has a beautiful rakshasa name, Gunara. Simple and steady disciples, such as the third senior brother, and the sixth senior brother are all honored as "Gu Shi Niang" when they meet. In fact, Gunnara is just a Rakshasa surname, and the full name of the name is Gunnarabesguta.

Shi Niang prefers the disciples to not have names, but just call themselves sweetly, Shi Niang.

Gunara, who was writing by the window, remembered the clean offspring who called her mother, and the corners of her exotic sexy lips rose slightly, and she said in her heart: "If you can't survive this time, you deserve to call me my mother." ”

Xu Feng's head was a little confused, and his reason ordered him to seize the drip time to breathe, and the true yuan and divine thoughts that were close to boiling gradually became calmer.

If he waited for his disciple's divine mind to recover and fight again, Zhao Xiaohong would not be called a martial idiot, and this was not his style.

Sect Master Zhao took a step forward, and his arms slammed into the ground a foot in front of his feet like stone pillars.

The hard loess suddenly rose like an earth dragon, rushed away to Xu Feng, and when it came to Xu Feng's body, the sound of the mountain rock exploding roared.

The fierce martial arts master, every move is a fierce path, this is a move "Earth Dragon Escape", the divine thoughts and true yuan are poured into the ground, with the help of the power of Tude, suddenly attacked.

Xu Feng's heart was horrified, the tip of the sword was downward, standing in front of him, and the tip of the sword under the single palm of the seriously injured left arm.

This is the last form of the wind and rain point cangjian, and the wind is quiet.

The wind rises, the wind falls, and the people are quiet. All things are in the heart, which means that the wind sets people quietly.

This is the only defensive style in the nine styles of the wind department, the long sword is erected in front of you, faintly building an iron wall, let you blow the wind, I will not move.

The lotus pond fairy Gujing Wubo-like sword-guarding heart method flashed in Xu Feng's mind, and all thoughts returned to tranquility, and there was a calm lotus pond in his heart, with blue waves and thousands of clouds, which could carry the light and clouds of the sky.