"Is it a fifth-grade martial art again?" Seeing the golden sword qi condensed in mid-air, Leng Xuanfeng's face was solemn.

The fifth-class martial arts are not a cabbage on the bad street, and they can be displayed in the Martial Monarch Realm, obviously among the fifth-order martial arts, they can be regarded as high-quality products.

This Fang Ru should just be a kid from this small place of Tongming Sect, a kid from a poor countryside, how can he have so many mysterious martial arts?

Time is running out for him to think.

In mid-air, the golden sword qi that was condensed and formed galloped towards it at an extremely fast speed.

According to the sound of breaking through the air, Leng Xuanfeng could clearly feel how extraordinary the power of that golden sword qi was.

"Spear Array!"

Leng Xuanfeng's side, under the swing of the spear in his hand, the tip of the spear cut through the lines in midair.

At the end, he looked at the spear in his hand on the ground, and the lines drawn in mid-air burst out in an instant, and the golden aura turned into a barrier, like a golden autumn, wrapped around his body.

Knock! Knock!

Obviously, the three golden sword qi were slender and narrow, but when they bombarded the golden ball, they made a roaring sound, and it was dull.

The dull sound produced by the collision and the strong vibration contained it made Leng Xuanfeng's brows tighten, his breathing stagnant, and he resisted this domineering force stiffly.

The powerful path sank, and the ground instantly collapsed into a depression, showing an arc, which was very consistent with the barrier on Leng Xuanfeng's body.

"What a great power!" Leng Xuanfeng felt a great shock in his heart, Fang Ru's move was unexpected.

Taking a deep breath, a sneer appeared on Leng Xuanfeng's face.

After two consecutive kills, his strength was weak, and now was his chance to counterattack.

Although Fang Ru's realm shocked him, it was nothing more than that.

Leng Xuanfeng now wants Fang Ru to understand what the so-called gap in the realm is all about.

Cloud Palm Machine Gun!

Just as Fang Ru's sword qi bombarded his barrier and dispersed, the golden palm prints in the distance suddenly appeared, endlessly, and bombarded towards his face.

This scene frightened Leng Xuanfeng, who was originally going to come forward to bombard, and did not dare to untie his barrier defense, so he could only continue to condense his aura and withstand Fang Ru's attack stubbornly.

"Is there still one?" Here, Leng Xuanfeng's expression was a little annoyed.

With this level of martial arts, Fang Ru actually has three moves?

He even had some doubts, did this guy really come out of a small place like Tongming Sect?

Bang ...... Bang

In comparison, the power of this golden palm print is far worse than the sword qi in a single time, but it is better than the number.

In these few breaths, there were already hundreds of golden palm prints, like a long river of golden palm prints, washing on his own spear array barrier.

One of them was directly pressed and beaten by Fang Ru, making Leng Xuanfeng hold his breath.

In any case, he can be considered to have fought countless battles, and he has never encountered such a situation.

The moment the palm print disappeared, Leng Xuanfeng also exhaled lightly, with a mocking look on his face.

When you come up, you can directly use your martial arts to attack continuously, either you have full confidence to defeat the opponent, or you have no combat experience.

He believed that now that the other party's aura had been depleted, the aura of the Martial King Realm was used to display the fifth-rank martial arts of the Martial King Realm, which was a great burden.

Just when Leng Xuanfeng was full of confidence, Fang Ru's voice full of fighting spirit suddenly came from ahead.

"Drink!"

When Leng Xuanfeng raised his head, his eyes were about to pop out.

I saw Fang Ru in front of him, after a sword was slashed out, the martial arts that he had displayed at the beginning appeared again.

The whirlwind of golden aura condensation roared and came at an extremely fast speed.

"This ......" Leng Xuanfeng was about to say something, but he was forced back by the sword cyclone that bombarded him head-on.

And deep in his heart, Leng Xuanfeng thought viciously: "I don't believe it, if you use the fifth-rank martial arts four times in a row, the aura will not be greatly lost, but I am afraid that it is now the end of the strong crossbow." ”

Just when Leng Xuanfeng thought that this was the case, as soon as he raised his head, he happened to see Fang Ru in the distance, looking at him with a relaxed face, and gently stroked the sword body, and pulled out three golden swords from the sword body with a bang.

And when he found that his gaze was looking at the past, Leng Xuanfeng could see that Fang Ru actually nodded politely to himself, showing a smile. When the other party waved his hand, the three powerful sword qi crossed the arc in mid-air in three different directions and bombarded it.

Why is this happening!

This guy, isn't it the Martial Monarch Realm, won't his aura be exhausted?

After stubbornly resisting the three sword qis, Leng Xuanfeng secretly thought to himself, it should be over, right?

It's impossible, that continuous palm print, and it will be displayed again, right?

Cloud Palm Machine Gun!

Bell Bell ......

"Hmm!" At this moment, Leng Xuanfeng only felt that he had a mouthful of blood about to spurt out, and he was suffocated.

Aggrieved, unprecedentedly aggrieved.

Flash Slash Wind......

Three-point swordplay......

Cloud Palm Machine Gun ......

At this moment, he didn't do anything, and he didn't get close, he just kept circling around this cold wind, and the three martial arts bombarded from a long distance.

In the back, Fang Ru even had a good time, constantly using various angles to attack Leng Xuanfeng from multiple angles.

The roar and crackling sound kept ringing in Leng Xuanfeng's ears.

The continuous, indefinite attacks ravaged his mind.

A strong sense of disparity brought him intense psychological torture.

At this time, Leng Xuanfeng's whole state was exhausted, his mouth was dry, and the defensive imperial spear array was already weak.

He was covered in robes, already completely soaked with sweat, and his eyes looked into the distance blankly.

"Why...... His aura is not exhausted?" Grabbing the spear in his hand, Leng Xuanfeng's eyes widened, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was frantically squeezing the aura in his body.

Bang!

In the end, Leng Xuanfeng couldn't hold on anymore, and the last string in his body had been completely broken.

Poof!

A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, and his whole person, like a kite with a broken string, flew out.

The spear bell spun and flew out, nailing to the ground, and the aura barrier shattered, unable to be maintained any longer.

Exhaustion!

This was the thought in Leng Xuanfeng's mind, he had never experienced such a battle.

Obviously, he is an opponent whose strength is weaker than his own, but the aura seems to be inexhaustible, inexhaustible, and the continuous attacks will eventually drag him to death.

The money-burning mode was turned off, and Fang Ru finally came to Leng Xuanfeng's side.

"You...... You...... I'm not reconciled!" Leng Xuanfeng stared at Fang Ru who walked over.

Why, he didn't make a move, so he was going to die?

Moreover, he was still attacked by others and died of exhaustion!

He could hardly accept such an outcome.

"Silly, are you fighting with the kryptonite boss?" Buckle Fart walked over, stepped forward and slapped Leng Xuanfeng is face, "Die with peace of mind!"

(End of chapter)