On one side is the Daoist in the Martial Arts Ancestral Hall, and on the other side is the infamous Xu Maniac.

There is no one who does not look forward to this fierce battle.

It's just that in the hearts of everyone, the objects of cheering are different.

Dongfang Bai concluded that at this time, he was probably inferior to the young man named Xu Feng in the field, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of hatred in his heart.

Then he immediately noticed that the hatred seemed familiar, but he could not recall the vague thoughts in his head.

Of course he doesn't think much about useless things, and now these emotions are worthless, he shook his head slightly, drove these thoughts away, and then glanced at the beautiful nobleman next to him.

At the bottom of the cliff, the disciples of the sect with different clothes and demeanors sat or stood in twos and threes, waiting for a real dragon fight.

The cultivation sect that invited the cultivators from the extreme northern region to observe the ceremony, through what happened on the cliff flat and the discussions of many disciples, had already made it clear what was right and wrong in the inland cultivation world of the dynasty in recent years.

The southern sects are in turmoil, the northern sects are in decline, and the genius boys are in full bloom, with different natural endowments.

At this time, the young man in Tsing Yi, who was standing in the middle of the field, with sharp eyes and a calm breath, was the most strange branch among many wonders.

In just two years, this son had made a name for himself in the cultivation world of the Southern Continent.

first participated in the chaotic battle of the Immortal Soul Gate, and then it was rumored that countless corpse puppets in the Immortal Soul Cave were released, causing chaos in the southern frontier for thousands of miles, and becoming a wanted villain in the Lingnan Sect.

What's even more strange is that this person fought all the way out of Lingnan and killed Princess Min's messenger Bai Hu with a sword in Sendai.

"What a killer. ”

A middle-aged man with a bloated figure and colorful silk from the Western Regions couldn't help but say.

He came to the Badaomen in Shuozhou in the north and to the north.

Listening to the name of the sect is domineering enough, and it does have the qualifications to be domineering.

Like the five major sects in the southern continent, there are Immortal Sword Gate, Burning Star Tower, Lingxu Pavilion, White Tiger Gate, Wuji Palace, and there are several major sects in the north, and the Badaomen is the first cultivation sect in the northern continent, and its status in the north of the dynasty is equivalent to the Immortal Sword Gate in the south.

Although the Dynasty Continent, the South Gate and the North Courtyard, the Xianjian Gate and the Dongcheng Courtyard are equally famous, they all have many disciples, and the cultivation genius shines in the sky like stars, with a long inheritance and rich heritage.

However, in recent years, there have been several high-level sword geniuses, and the reputation of the mainland cultivation world is faintly trying to overwhelm the first line of the Fairy Sword Gate, forming a pattern of northern and southern swords.

The bloated man slanted at Zhu Zhi on the field, with disdain in his eyes.

The golden and stone bodies touted by this kind of Dao Sect can only be regarded as mid-to-upper assets in their Heaven Refining Sect.

His gaze fell on Xu Feng, but he couldn't help but be amazed.

Jiang Liao, who was stepping on a mountain rock, stared at the true yuan rolled up by the wide black sword, and his thoughts were solemn.

"I should be able to take this sword. Jiang Liao thought.

......

The tumbling black sword rolled up the yellow leaves and roared, not stabbing, but slapping.

Xu Feng felt that the autumn sky on the cliffside suddenly darkened, as if he was under a huge wave that did not see the light of day.

In an instant, the overwhelming waves smashed down with a terrifying force that crushed everything.

Xu Feng's martial arts, in addition to the thirty-two Dao methods inherited by Ling Xuge, are several sets of boxing techniques in the martial arts sect.

The thirty-two methods of the Lingxu Pavilion, most of them are the cultivation of the heart method, and only a small part of them are martial arts such as sword techniques, and among these few parts, the ones that are suitable for the cultivation of the Apocalypse Realm are the most powerful with the wind and rain point sword.

It's always this set of swordsmanship, Xu Feng himself feels a little annoyed, although it's annoying, but he also has to use it.

Thousands of true yuan, converging into a monstrous wave, overwhelming.

Xu Fengjian raised his eyebrows and used the fourth form of the Nine Swords of Wind and Rain - the sudden change of wind and clouds.

The true yuan in the secluded mansion exploded instantly, Xu Feng held the sword in his right hand, and his left hand became a Dao finger, suddenly pointing to the sky, and the cyan robe turned into a sharp arrow piercing the sky, and suddenly rose.

Zhen Yuan burst out with thunder at the tip of the sword, and Xu Feng rose into the sky under Zhu Zhibu's wild waves, breaking through the waves.

Like an autumn sun that penetrates the dark luck, it is eye-catching and sharp.

The black sword that opened the way forward was extremely fast, and it was really a sudden change in the wind and clouds, dragging out the Dao sword shadow in the faint true element.

Xu Feng turned into a skyrocket.

The people watching the battle, looking at the blue bird in the autumn sky, knew that Xu Feng had defused the attack of the Great Dao Priest, and those disciples who were quite accomplished in sword cultivation nodded secretly in their hearts.

There was a muffled sound, and the earth and rocks on the cliff where Xu Feng was standing collapsed, and the countless yellow leaves that had been shattered did not fly around, but were wrapped in the true yuan of huge power, and together with those flying gravel dust, they formed a rapidly trembling circle in the air one person high.

The Dao Priest's expression was calm, and he couldn't see the evaluation of Xu Feng's change of moves.

The wide palm pressed downward, and in the true yuan that was drumming in the sky, it also broke out of the air, and instantly came to the sky.

It was only at this time that the yellow leaves of the gravel fell, forming a circle several zhang in size on the cliff floor.

"Chasing the waves!" Zhu Zhi said.

This should be the name of another sword move.

Xu Feng, who was high in the sky, had already changed his moves again, and looked down to see the iron sword slashing towards the sky, shining with a clear autumn light, just like a white wave.

In the induced air current, Xu Feng descended rapidly, and it was about to face the white crest of the wave.

"Brother Zhu, this is a swordsmanship that fell from the sky. Xu Feng said.

The sharpest sword of the Nine Swords of Wind and Rain, the cold wind is biting.

Zhu Zhi, who jumped into the sky, became a huge black shadow, and Xu Feng was a bluebird that fell rapidly.

A few feet in the sky, black and blue, meet again.

With a soft bang, the black sword pierced through the white waves and struck the broad back of the sword, sending a piercing sound from the sky above the cliff.

Immediately afterwards, there were nine clanging sounds, and the resonance of gold and iron like popping beans sounded in the sky.

The interval between the nine sounds is extremely short, and it sounds almost the same on the surface, but the master of kendo cultivation knows that the nine swords that are stabbed in an instant are different in direction, length, and weight.

It's hard to believe that Xu Feng stabbed out nine swords one after another in such a short period of time, but the same "cold wind piercing" rhyme was not similar.

Two figures, one black and one green, like two eagles circling and fighting, are entangled and falling in the sky.

Xu Feng's black sword began to block, and then turned to attack, and Zhu Zhi's Zhenhai sword began to attack, and then changed to defend.

......

Until the two of them landed on the cliff again, the qi waves composed of Zhenyuan shot out in all directions.

As soon as they appeared, the yellow leaves flew, and the onlookers couldn't see the figures of the two on the cliff for a while.

The Great Dao Priest looked at the nine white dots on the back of the wide straight sword, arranged according to a certain pattern, and his expression was extremely solemn.

Staring at the black sword in Xu Feng's hand, Bingran asked.

"He Jian?!"

When Xu Feng landed, his left foot retreated half a step, his black hair was a little scattered, but his eyes were extremely hot, and his fighting spirit was surging.

First, he pierced the true yuan like mountains and seas, and then in the turbulence of the true yuan in the sky, he struck nine swords in a row, and the Daomen Gang Qi of the Great Dao Priest made him suffer a lot.

Xu Feng slowly exhaled the turbidity in his chest, raised the black sword, and said indifferently: "This sword is nameless, be careful!"

Zhu Zhi is also a well-informed person in the Daomen, but he has never heard of such a famous sword in the cultivation world.

You must know that the Zhenhai Sword in your hand is made of deep sea gold and iron, and it also has a status on the list of 100 craftsmen, how can an ordinary sword leave a spot on it.

The elders of the craftsman sect who have appreciated countless treasures, how amazing their eyesight is, from the moment Xu Feng took out the sword, his eyes have never left this black sword, listening to Xu Feng's words, his eyes showed a look of confusion and doubt.

Of course, this sword is not called "nameless".

Xu Feng said, "This sword has no name", which means that this sword has no name. As for Xiao Hei, that is just Xu Feng's own name, just like he called Jiang Liao under the cliff at this time a bear, of course others still call Jiang Liao.

Daomen for thousands of years, the magic weapons do not know how many, and it is said that more than half of the craftsmen are from the Daomen. So Zhu Zhi didn't think much about it, the black Dao sleeve rolled up in the air, and the palm of his hand flicked the edge of the Zhenhai Sword.

The palm of his hand brushed over, giving birth to Dao Qing smoke, and in Zhu Zhi's wide palm, an extremely thin blood line appeared.

In the steaming green smoke, the palm of his hand swept over the back of the sword, the essence and blood passed through, the nine white spots disappeared, and the Zhenhai sword was intact.

Is this the Natal True Sword?

Xu Feng looked at the iron-like Zhenhai sword, and then looked at the black sword in his hand. sighed in his heart: "You don't have anyone to obey, you can't communicate at all, and you go crazy from time to time." ”

So far in the battle, Xu Feng's sword has been stabbing, facing the generous and brave Zhenhai sword, and the monstrous Zhenyuan Sea, he can only win by skill.

However, the Zhenhai Sword was too big, no matter how it stabbed, it was guarded impenetrable, and Xu Feng's eyes gradually rose sharply.

......

Those onlookers didn't expect that in front of the Great Dao Priest, Xu Feng would not fall behind.

The eyes were gloomy, and the hope in the hearts of the disciples of the White Tiger Gate and the Wuji Palace, who were like scavengers, gradually disappeared, but the hatred became stronger and stronger.

Under the gate of the Burning Star Tower, in front of the Lijiazhuang wine shop, I don't know how many of my fellow disciples died under Xu Feng's sword, how could this revenge not be avenged.

Zhu Zhi believes that fighting is like eating, if you stop, your appetite will be lost immediately. Xu Feng believes that fighting is like gambling, there is no such thing as humility, even if it is to win, it is also to win more.

Zhu Zhi had already seen that Xu Feng's aura was a little disordered, of course he would not give him a chance to breathe, Xu Feng also saw that Zhu Zhi cherished his natal Dao sword, of course he had to make good use of this weakness.

On the wide cliff floor, two shouts burst out, and the two figures, one black and one green, were as fast as lightning and collided in one place.