Seeing the sword light coming to his face, Meng Feilei made a move to deal with it, and when he couldn't do it, he used three moves in a row to use the Hundred Bird Sword Technique.

The harrier rolls over! The heron pecks the fish! The roc spreads its wings!

Boom! Boom!

The two of them collided with each other for three moves, and the moves had a subtle side and a violent side, and the surrounding sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the cold light flickered.

Not to mention the central area of the confrontation, even the surrounding area is quite dangerous, if you throw a tiger into this area, it will be torn into minced flesh by the sword light in an instant.

These three tricks collide, and the two sides hurt each other, and it is difficult to tell who took advantage.

Meng Feilei couldn't fight for a long time, and his heart was impatient.

He's a Xuan Sheng!

He's a peerless duo!

Even if this battle is drawn, it will be an insult to him and unacceptable to him.

He had to win, and he had to be a crushing gesture to live up to the nickname of the peerless duo.

In order to win as soon as possible, he was blinded and used strong means.

5,000 acupuncture holes, open!

Since you can't use the Dao seal of the Xuan Sage, you can only use the Xuan Emperor's acupoint.

Ordinary Xuanhuang is good to have one or two thousand acupuncture points, but Meng Feilei has more than five thousand acupuncture points, and the explosive power in an instant is extremely terrifying, like a volcanic eruption and the earth changes.

He changed his sword path and used a wide range of sword moves, so that Fan Lang could not dodge, and directly crushed him with absolute strength.

Swordsmanship: Earth Thunder!

Meng Feilei stabbed the sword in his hand into the ground under his feet, and the power spread out underground, enveloping all directions, locking Fan Lang's position.

At this moment, Tianzong Dansheng raised his hand, ready to intervene, he could feel the horror of this move, if there was any danger, he would definitely stop it.

With the incredible strength of the Heavenly Vertical Dan Sheng, the battle in front of him was like a slow motion, ready to intervene at any time.

Thundered!

The ground burst open, and the Xuan Force turned into a pillar of lightning light, breaking through the ground one by one, and Fan Lang was in the center of the thunder and lightning, and he was in a very dangerous situation.

In this case, Fan Lang became extremely calm, knowing the thousands of stars in the sea, calculating the most accurate moves, and not allowing the slightest mistake.

Nine Hate Swordsmanship!

Four hatreds, chaotic times. Five hatreds, martial arts are long. Six hatreds, bosom friends are hard to find. Seven hatreds, life and death. Eight hatreds, yin and yang are separated.

Fan Lang swung his sword and slashed the thunder, marched forward in the air, and was stunned to open up a path in the thunder and lightning, and killed the opposite side of Meng Feilei. Mo Dao

Nine hatreds, deep hatred in the sea of blood!

Fan Lang's sword was full of the strongest hatred, moving his heart with hatred, exerting his strength with his heart, the sword qi in his hand skyrocketed to a height of a hundred zhang, turned into a grand pillar of light, and slashed at Meng Feilei.

Meng Feilei let out a loud shout, pulled out the sword in the land, and countless thunderbolts surged, and Fan Lang had a hard encounter.

The sword light and the thunder light collided together, bursting out with a power that tore apart the sky and the earth, and Meng Feilei's five thousand acupuncture points came in handy, forcing Fan Langsheng to retreat.

Fan Lang even took a sword, retreated a hundred feet, and sword qi surged from the soles of his feet, penetrating into the earth under his feet, and then stopped castration.

This battle of geniuses is really crazy, compared to this battle, the previous battle between Fan Lang and Lin Hubiao was simply a small fight.

At this point in the battle, both sides have already killed red eyes, and the battle spirit has rushed to the brain.

Meng Feilei's desire to win is unprecedentedly strong.

"I'm Meng Feilei!"

"I'm the best genius in the world!"

"A mere Fan Lang is just a small pebble on my martial arts path, how can he stumble!"

Meng Feilei almost wanted to go crazy, unlocking more acupoints, his hair flew up, his clothes danced wildly, and he showed his housekeeping skills with one hand.

Perfect swordsmanship!

This is a twelve-star swordsmanship, representing the highest level of swordsmanship on the Shenhao Star, and it is the secret inheritance of Meng Feilei's master.

In this battle, he didn't want to use this killer move, but now he was in a hurry to win, so he made an exception.

Perfect swordsmanship, the pursuit of perfection, each move has been carved hundreds of millions of times, and strive to bring the power of the sword move to its peak.

The moment Meng Feilei made this move, the whole person became different, with the momentum of the supreme of the sword, as if he was seeking defeat with a sword.

The power of the previous scattered riots suddenly poured into Meng Feilei's sword, and the sword body was covered with a layer of light as thin as a cicada's wings.

Extremely restrained, extremely dangerous.

Fan Lang's heart sank, he instinctively felt the danger, and even his scalp was numb.

Ten times the power, unlocked!

Fan Lang made a quick decision and used a killer weapon.

He held the sword flower in his hand, the cold light was shining, borrowing the residual momentum accumulated from his previous moves, stacking them layer by layer, plus the increase of tenfold strength, surpassing the limit and surpassing himself.

Nine hatreds are one, and hatred is lingering.

Hate the sky!

Hate the ground!

Hate ghosts and gods!

Fan Lang laughed wildly, like crazy, he wanted to split the road of life and death with a sword, and the sword in his hand was cut out without leaving any room.

Both of them have been desperate, attacking each other with their swords, and their speed, strength, and skill are far beyond before.

"That's it. ”

A calm voice suddenly sounded.

Two hands suddenly appeared, grabbing the swords used by Fan Lang and Meng Feilei respectively, one left and one right, grasping the two swords in their hands.

The power of terror is infinitely cathartic, and it is inhaled by these two big hands, digested cleanly, and moisturized silently.

The two swords did not move at all, and it was difficult to hurt these two hands in the slightest, as if they had been welded and cast on their hands.

Fan Lang fixed his eyes and saw the tall and extraordinary figure of the Tianzong Dan Saint, wearing a hair crown and an elegant robe, and an alchemy furnace phantom appeared behind him, like a god.

For mortals, Xuan Shen is indeed like a god, and has reached an unimaginable level of martial arts.

How powerful the sword moves of the two of them were just now, but they were dissolved lightly by the Tianzong Dansheng, and they directly caught it empty-handed.

Fan Lang had the heart to accept it, but it was too late.

"Your sword, your heart, have a strong spirit, since the sword is out, you must vent, don't take it back, lest you be counterattacked. Don't worry about being a teacher, you can't hurt me. ”

Tianzong Dansheng's mouth did not move, and directly transmitted a thought into Fan Lang's sea of knowledge.

Fan Lang dispelled his hesitation, vented his remaining strength, and used this sword happily.

After a few breaths, the wind and rain stopped.

Tianzong Dansheng let go of his hand and said slowly: "This battle is almost over, let's stop when it comes to it." Presumably, everyone has seen Fan Lang's strength clearly, and there will be no doubts. With this strength, being a martial arts instructor is more than enough. ”

A fierce-for-tat battle was interrupted by the Tianzong Dansheng's shot. He has a lot of experience and a keen eye, and he knows that if he continues to fight, something will inevitably happen, and he has gone beyond the scope of competition.

Meng Feilei gritted his teeth, he hadn't won yet, what was the matter if it ended now? What if he was treated as a tie? Where would he put his face as a peerless genius?

Tianzong Dansheng turned his head, looked at Meng Feilei, and said gently: "Your master has taught a good apprentice, the magic of perfect swordsmanship, you have obtained three points of true transmission, it is very rare." ”

Even when he heard this praise, Meng Feilei couldn't be happy, and silently returned the sword into the sheath.

The battle is over, causing an uproar!