"I didn't expect Ren Hailong to be thick on the outside and thin on the inside, and he still has this hand?"

Chu Feng walked in the fog and praised it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

originally thought that Song Qiusheng had buried the chess piece of Xin Lao, and he had already played Ren Hailong in the palm of his hand, but judging from the current situation, the truth of the facts is probably the opposite.

Because the Star Sword Sect definitely didn't calculate his unexpected appearance before, they still sent five hall masters, which showed that Song Qiusheng was not able to control the situation, and he was even more afraid of Ren Hailong.

"It's a pity that this formation is not a killing formation, if you trap the lock with smoke alone, let alone the strong of the true self level, even if you build a spirit and slowly grope for it, you can finally get out, and treat the symptoms but not the root cause!"

Chu Feng knew that since Ren Hailong was fully prepared, he must still have hole cards, but after thinking about it, he couldn't think of any way to face the five true self powerhouses after all.

Oh, it's not the five true self powerhouses, it's just that the next moment the fog is shrouded, and a tall figure walks out of it.

This person is slender and tall, with a long sword on his back, unspeakably lonely and arrogant, like a sword fairy, it is Yan Guhong, the master of Yuheng Palace.

"Demon Sword Chu Feng, it was you who hurt Senior Brother Ou so much that he hated the sword?"

Yan Guhong took one step at a time, his clothes moved with it, the hunting sounded, and his dusty and elegant temperament suddenly turned into a sharp sword intent, and stabbed straight over: "You have to die!"

Chu Feng was relaxed up and down, not nervous at all, as if it was not the true self that was coming, but a self-sufficient Nahai realm: "Even Ou Jinghao almost died in my hands, you are just a rebirth, and you dare to touch my tiger beard?"

Yan Guhong pursed his lips: "The left side of the door, luckily succeeded, arrogant, the time of death has come!"

Chu Feng smiled when he heard this: "If others beat you, it is the left way, and if you beat others, it is natural and interesting! Then I will let you see the left way of the side door, and no longer be a frog at the bottom of the well!"

Zheng!

The lone warrior ridiculed the frog at the bottom of the well by the master of the Xuanpin Sect, and the ridicule was too strong, Yan Guhong couldn't bear it anymore, and in the clear sword chanting, the long sword came out of the sheath, and suddenly, thousands of sharp rays stabbed straight over.

Chu Feng's eyes couldn't help but light up.

If Zongzheng's true self aura is just a simple release of true qi, forming coercion and restricting the opponent's actions, then Yan Guhong has already regarded the external true qi as an extension of his body, like an arm command, and it is incredibly agile.

His sword momentum was vast and condensed, and it pressed over firmly, but the aura of the real self was cold and weird, and it was pervasive.

The feeling that it brought to Chu Feng was like a group of assassins like Liu Zhi, a tangram scholar, who was elusive, peeping secretly, and once he showed a little flaw, he would deliver a thunderous blow, which was extremely threatening, and he could not be careful.

This is the inheritance of the Xuanpin Sect, and this is the strength of the true self martial artist!

In all fairness, if it were Chu Feng a few days ago, at this moment, apart from drawing his knife and cutting it over, there was really no good way to break the move, but at this moment, Chu Feng was just approving.

He also drew his sword, and the Cloud Cliff Sword slashed through a clear arc and slashed out.

Bite!

A strange crisp collision sounded, it was clear that Chu Feng's sword was not fast, and the momentum was not sharp, it was just that the movements were calm, chic and good-looking, and a sword stabbed out, but Yan Guhong's sword light disappeared.

The momentum of this Yuheng Hall Lord like a rainbow stagnated, and his sword moves changed immediately.

The aura of the true self is like the wind and the clouds, the stars change, scattered without a trace, and the little sword light seems to be the stars and moon in the dark and vast night sky, there is a kind of tranquility and beauty that cannot be refused.

However, Chu Feng stabbed again, no matter what stars you shifted, what stars and moons were beautiful, they all dissipated.

Yan Guhong had no choice but to change his tricks again, his true self aura was like above the nine heavens, picking the stars and the moon, actually holding his feet into the air, and he spun rapidly, giving birth to the meaning of silence and destruction.

This Jade Heng Hall Master is cultivating the Heaven and Earth Splitting Sword Momentum, and every move and style has great power, even with the power of the Rebirth Realm, it is difficult to exert it independently.

But the most subtle thing about this set of sword postures is that it complements its own sword moves with the aura of the true self, if two swordsmen join forces to do it, it is an alternative two-handed fighting technique, which is more powerful.

It's a pity that I met Chu Feng, who is completely unreasonable, let you change in a thousand ways, I will break it with a sword.

Yan Guhong also did not believe in evil at all, and the number of double-sword exchanges became more and more frequent, such as the frequent beating of bell chimes, the rapid sound of war drums, and the atmosphere was intense.

But Chu Feng is still a stab and a sweep, simple and calm, from beginning to end is the simplest tricks, easy to come, there is no so-called inheritance and change at all.

So, the more leisurely he was, the more intermittent his sword moves became, and the more embarrassed Yan Guhong became, and he really didn't understand why every time Chu Feng stabbed out a sword, his sword momentum would dissipate, making the sword moves completely unconnected.

Until the entire set of Heaven and Earth Splitting Sword Momentum was exhausted, Chu Feng stood in place, not moving for half a step, Yan Guhong's face finally changed drastically, full of emotion, and then floated away.

"Introduction, this is the first realm of the invincible sword that I created by myself-no self and no move!"

Chu Feng satisfied his curiosity.

He used the martial arts ethics to dig deep into the essence of Dugu Jiujian's unsuccessful moves, changed his tactics, and no longer aimed at a weak point, but used his superb sword theory to break through the face and directly break up the opponent's sword momentum, so as to brew a terrible sword move.

As long as the enemy's swordsmanship is not mysterious, it will be completely suppressed in terms of skills, and it will only be beaten to the point of no temper.

However, this move also has a big drawback, it can only break the sword, and it can't deal with weapons such as fist palms and knives, which also shows that Chu Feng has not completely understood the essence of Dugu Nine Swords, and he can't reach the state of one law and ten thousand laws.

Even so, for Yan Guhong, it was already an unacceptable humiliation, and he scolded: "Invincible Sword?

"In order to commemorate a senior, I originally named the Undefeated Sword, but then I thought that being undefeated is invincible, so I simply took this more pleasant one!"

Chu Feng tilted his head and said with a smile: "Do you think this is the end? No self and no trick is just the first realm, and below is no self and formless, you are optimistic!"

As soon as the words fell, Chu Feng's essence, qi, spirit, and intention had all sunk into the Cloud Cliff Sword in his hand, and the true self powerhouse pursued to explore and communicate with the world, but he was doing the opposite, completely isolated from the outside world, what he saw, what he heard, and what he thought in his heart, only that condensed sword light.

A void slowly rose behind itself, and it was an old man with a blurred face.

A man and a sword walk the world, want to defeat but can't, the hero binds his hands, the long sword roars in the air, looks up to the sky and buries the sword, and the eagle accompanies the old man who spends the rest of his life.

Looking at the world, having no rival may be the pursuit of countless swordsmen, but when you really step to the top of the mountain, you will be at the top of the mountain, and you will feel endless loneliness......

I want to be defeated, my sword way, come to this world!