Qin Feng used the big knife in his hand, and the offensive was wide open and closed, and as soon as he made a move, he left no room for fierce attack. The big sword fell, and the Heavenly Dao Sword in mid-air merged with it, turning into a hundred zhang of cold light.

As soon as this knife came out, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the stars and the moon were lightless, as if there was only this knife left between the heavens and the earth, and there was nothing else, and the domineering was to the extreme.

The sword used by Fan Lang was not a dragon scale sword, but a true spirit divine sword technique, combined with the sword chalcedony jade liquid, directly condensed a sword out of thin air, which was no different from a real sword.

He performed a recently learned "Void Breaking Sword Technique", and with the Liuli Zhaotian Gong, he slashed through the space with a sword, and the blade shuttled directly through the gaps in the space, with an indestructible determination.

The power of more than 5,000 acupuncture points is all poured into this sword, which is so strong that it is strong and fast and sharp, and even the Dao seal can be cut off.

Clang!

In the sound of passionate and progressive music, a sword and a sword are staggered in the air, unfolding a devastating collision.

The sword is like a dream, and the drunkenness is life.

With a loud bang, the space shattered, multiple Dao seals were shattered, and various energies scattered and splashed, as if the end had come.

Qin Feng's Dao seal was broken, and he felt a huge threat, but he became even more excited. This battle is extremely difficult, and victory or defeat may be a matter of thought.

"Okay! Only such an equal opponent can make my sword skills play to the fullest!"

Qin Feng roared wildly, and the big sword in his hand flipped vertically and horizontally, and a new Dao seal was condensed on it.

Dao Yin lead is like washing!

Dao Seal: Soul Chaser Lock!

Dao Seal: Xuan Zhi Xuan!

All kinds of Dao seals took effect at the same time, multiplying the power of this sword.

No matter how many Dao seals Qin Feng used, Fan Lang broke them all with one sword, using the purest power to smash the most complex Heavenly Dao perception, and the two sides went to two extremes, one extremely pure and the other extremely complex.

The figure is like a ghost, flickering in the night sky, and its position is erratic and unpredictable.

Bell!

In the middle of the movement, the swords of the two collided together one after another, making a loud sound and blending into the music.

The sword that Fan Lang condensed out of thin air was not a real sword after all, and after several collisions, the sword body was damaged. He immediately gave it up, grabbed it out of thin air with his other hand, re-condensed the second sword, and continued to fight.

Noticing this, Qin Feng was furious: "Fan Lang, are you insulting me? You have a sword, why don't you use it?" I can feel that there is a hidden edge in your sword, this is your true skill. Stop hiding and tucking it away, hurry up and pull out the real sword!"

Qin Feng's anger shook the sky, and when he spoke, the offensive in his hand was not idle at all, the big knife was slashed out again and again, thousands of miles of yellow sand were overturned, and the sandstorm swept in the night sky, covering the stars and moons in the sky.

Fan Lang didn't say a word, he was still fighting with a false long sword, and his offensive was steady and steady, like a reef in the stormy waves, standing tall.

After fighting more than ten moves in a row, Fan Lang changed his sword twice.

This kind of behavior is simply an insult to Qin Feng, even more than the previous hatred of taking his wife.

"Fan Lang, did you come for nothing as the name of the four great demons?"

Qin Feng's eyes were torn apart, he was furious, his sword attack became more violent, and the sword moves he used also changed.

The knife gasifies the silk, chops constantly, and the reason is still chaotic, endless!

The nature of the sword qi in the sky changed, turning into thousands of rays of light, forming a beautiful spectacle, these rays of light were like a messed up of silver threads, attacking Fan Lang in wisps.

Fan Lang was pursuing the realm of both rigidity and softness before, Qin Feng had done the same thing, and he had achieved a lot, and the special knife technique he was using now was his achievement.

The sword qi turned into silk threads, which seemed to be soft and weak, but the power did not decrease but increased, and it was even more tricky and difficult.

Fan Lang shuttled through the sky in the sky, falling into a predicament that he had never seen before.

Poof!

He was wounded by two threads of sword qi, and blood splattered out. His brows furrowed slightly, and he hurriedly performed the glazed Zhaotian skill, tore the space, and got into it, and walked through the encirclement.

He had cultivated the Liuli Zhaotian Skill to the third level, which could intervene in space to a considerable extent, and teleportation over short distances was not a problem. It's a pity that his realm is not enough, only above the Xuansheng realm, can he give full play to the glaze according to the sky.

When he reappeared, he actually went around Qin Feng's back, slashed out with a sword in his hand, broke through the flesh and blood, and returned the injury he had just suffered.

Qin Feng suddenly turned around, followed up with the big knife in his hand, and started a new round of hand-to-hand combat with Fan Lang, which was more dangerous than the battle just now, and it was terrifying to watch.

In the distance, the Tianzong Dansheng, who was watching the battle, frowned, and twisted his long black beard, worried about his apprentice. This kind of melee combat is too dangerous, even if he wants to come to the rescue, it is too late.

In this kind of competition, as long as there is a mistake, or a little slow, there is a fear of life.

In the fierce battle, it seems to be tempered by a thousand tempers, so that both sides of the battle can be tempered, sublimated and transformed. Qin Feng, in particular, was completely immersed in the battle, and even faintly touched the new realm of sword techniques, and had a new understanding of sword techniques.

This is the demon, the more you fight, the stronger you get!

Qin Feng was excited, extremely excited!

Fifty moves, sixty moves, seventy moves, eighty moves, ninety moves, one hundred moves!

From the beginning to the present, the two have fought a hundred moves.

"A hundred moves, it's almost done. ”

Fan Lang's voice suddenly sounded, with a bit of laziness, as if he was tired of playing a game. As soon as he let go, the false sword dissipated, and then grasped the real hilt.

Qin Feng's eyes lit up, he suddenly stopped attacking, and stood in the air in the midst of thousands of silver silk sword qi, Ling Ran said, "You are finally willing to draw your sword." ”

"This sword, I've been brewing for a long time, and I'm really reluctant to pull it out, and I'm cheap for you tonight. Fan Lang aimed the end of the hilt at Qin Feng, the sound of the dragon's groan sounded, and the violent power surged in the scabbard, on the verge of losing control.

This is the power accumulated by the Jingchen Sword Technique.

The mystery of Jingchen swordsmanship lies in the fact that it can inject power into the scabbard on weekdays, turning it into sword qi, storing it without sending it, and then drawing the sword at a critical moment to release it, which is earth-shattering.

To cultivate this sword technique, you must be both rigid and soft, tame your own strength, and make it obediently hibernating. If you can't do this, you won't be able to accumulate sword qi at all, and the scabbard will be directly burst.

After holding back for so many days and making so many moves, Fan Lang finally drew his sword!

Qin Feng on the opposite side was waiting for him, let out a long roar, urging all the power he could muster, ready to meet this extremely powerful sword. He had a hunch that the battle was coming to an end.

The palm of the hand is like a dragon's claw, slowly pulling up the scabbard, and a cold light blooms, like the dawn of the sun shining on the earth, awakening all things in the world, dispelling the cold of the night, and bringing light to the world.

The next moment, the blade of the sword was completely unsheathed, and half of the desert wasteland was wiped out.

Qin Feng, defeated.