Xu Fenglian is a monk in the upper realm of the Lingqiao, and she is not an idle Lingqiao upper realm, she is a real master who can be killed by the demons of the Wuyi Realm of the Wusheng Gate and still be immortal.

If it were another Nyunned Realm cultivator, even if it was the peak of Ninish Realm that was only half a step away from the Spirit Bridge, I was afraid that there was only one possibility of death.

It's just that this person is Su Zhuo.

At the same time as the rain sword flew towards him, his face changed slightly, because he felt that Xu Fenglian's move was extraordinary, at least hundreds of splashes of water turned into rain swords, tightly locking his qi.

As early as the Wanghai Banquet, several intentional or unintentional confrontations with Xu Fenglian had already made him understand that the sword attainments of this Great Zhou Dynasty county lord were very amazing, and they were not inferior to the sword cultivation of the Haoshan Sword Sect. However, Su Zhuo still didn't expect that Xu Fenglian's power would be higher than he imagined.

Not only had she already mastered the Qi Locking of the Sword Cultivator of the No One Realm, but she could also manipulate so many Rain Swords at the same time.

The icy rain sword shone with a suffocating edge, like poisonous snakes staring at Su Zhuo until it accelerated to a terrifying level that distorted the air, and suddenly launched, extending in the air, killing Su Zhuo one by one.

Don't say that it is a monk of the Runian Realm, it is a monk of the Lingqiao Realm, and in the face of such an unbelievable move, he can't parry.

Su Zhuo only had a thought.

And he didn't have a sword in his hand.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Su Zhuo disappeared between heaven and earth.

There was a whistling.

Dozens of rain swords shot into the air, but they didn't shoot through the walls and floors, leaving only a little water stain, which looked inconspicuous at all, but just by the edge that was revealed, no one would doubt the horror of these rain swords.

Xu Fenglian already knew that Su Zhuo had an extremely strange body style, so she locked his qi early, but the result still made her face change slightly.

Even if Su Zhuo's qi machine had been locked, it still failed.

"How is that possible...... What the hell is his golden finger?"

Xu Fenglian had guessed Su Zhuo's golden finger, but now there is still no conclusion in the real fight.

She couldn't feel Su Zhuo's qi at all.

This is no longer a simple way of being able to explain it.

However, although Su Zhuo's ability was beyond her expectations, she did not mess up because of this.

Everything is still under her control.

Su Zhuo fell in one step, and finally appeared near the inkstone, and the remaining rain swords were immediately aimed at him, and suddenly flew in.

It's finally waiting for you!

Xu Fenglian's phoenix eyes narrowed, and she suddenly drew her sword, and at the moment she made a move, there was a sound of breaking the sky!

She's too fast.

She instantly appeared at the inkstone and slashed out with an unreserved sword.

In the blink of an eye, Su Zhuo took out the wolf pen hanging upside down on the inkstone, took a step sideways, and dodged the rain sword that was chasing closely, and Xu Fenglian's sword fell right where he appeared again.

Su Zhuo used his pen as a sword, which was able to block Xu Fenglian's murderous move.

The air in the room howled and swept in all directions.

The large and small brushes hanging on the inkstone shook and the rice paper flew all over the sky.

Su Zhuo looked at the long sword that was close at hand, his eyes showed a little surprise, obviously he didn't expect Xu Fenglian to be so fast, let alone that she could predict where she would appear again.

This opponent is very strong.

The sense of oppression brought to him was even comparable to that of a monk in the Realm of No One.

One carelessness is enough to teach him to never recover.

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Xu Jingwu, who was tied to the bed, looked at the two of them who had fought several times in an instant, her face was a little pale, and her palms were soaked with cold sweat.

Whether it is the strange Su Zhuo, or Xu Fenglian who grinds her temples night and night, they are all stronger than she imagined, she has seen Xu Fenglian make a few shots with her own eyes, but Xu Fenglian at this time is a few points stronger than usual.

She admired Xu Fenglian, but she was even more shocked by Su Zhuo's strength.

She is also a monk of the state of thought.

But if she was allowed to exchange with Su Zhuo, she would most likely have died in the first place.

This one...... Changle Hou, how did he do it?

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The flickering blade of the cold light was only an inch away from slicing through Su Zhuo's head.

The wolf in Su Zhuo's hand blocked Xu Fenglian's sword in a dangerous way.

Xu Fenglian was finally moved, she didn't expect Su Zhuo to catch her sword, not to mention that her sword was not an ordinary sword, but a famous divine weapon given to her by King Jingbei, named Jingni, a sword to cut through iron and stone, not much more difficult than cutting tofu, but Su Zhuo blocked her attack with an ordinary wolf pen in his hand.

A thousand thoughts flashed through her mind for a moment, and she didn't stop, and slashed out the second sword again.

This sword was faster, and it only cut out a very short sword light in the air, and it was already coming.

Su Zhuo took a step back and dodged the sword again, and at the same time, the wolf pen in his hand quickly dipped ink from the inkstone on his side, and at this time, the last dozen rain swords came again.

He raised his hand and shook it, and countless inks flew into the air, and they turned into small black swords, which suddenly met him.

A room full of sword shadows.

Xu Fenglian swept the sword shadows in the sky in one step, not giving Su Zhuoding a chance to breathe, and her sword came again.

The black neon sword roared through the air, full of momentum.

Su Zhuo had exhausted his remaining strength at this time, and his eyes only flashed, and then disappeared again.

Xu Fenglian sneered this time.

She has one more trick.

Su Zhuo appeared.

The rice paper has not yet fallen, and is still floating in the air.

He stood in the center of the room, holding a wolf hair in his hand, the tip of which was stained with ink, and looked at Xu Fenglian calmly.

Xu Fenglian looked back at him and smiled.

The killing machine suddenly erupted.