The two figures were facing each other from afar, and under the pervasive sword aura, the hard stone surface under his feet sneered, and it was actually marked by the invisible qi.

"Third Senior Uncle, you are an older generation of sword cultivators, how can I be your opponent? Aren't you joking with me?" Gu Feng shook his head and said lightly.

Although he is not afraid in his heart, it does not mean that he is not self-aware.

Lin Yuan is known as the Xuandu Yushi, he is the junior disciple of the Mixed Yuan Patriarch, as an older generation of sword cultivators, his cultivation has become a high level of cultivation, and he has tended to the realm of scattered immortals.

In such a situation, the original fetus is conceived, and the congenital baby is achieved, flying away from the sky, and omnipotent.

If you can go further, tend to Mahayana, and survive the calamity, you will be able to become an immortal on the ground, immortal and immortal, and never have the trouble of longevity!

What's more, Lin Yuan is one of the few sword cultivators in the Shushan world, cultivating the ancient sword cultivation path that is purely in the sword, specializing in sword qi, nourishing a little innate sword qi in the body, condensing it into a pill, and destroying ten thousand laws.

Although the means are not as many as other monks, as long as a sword is in hand and the killing is fierce, they can often fight beyond the ranks.

Although Gu Feng has practiced the means of sword qi and thunder sound, with his current realm, this so-called third master uncle does not know how far it is, no matter how strong his swordsmanship is, he can't make up for such a big gap in cultivation.

"I'm not joking with you!" Lin Yuan said lightly, "Except for Senior Brother, there are few real sword cultivators in the Wutai Sect, and now that you have appeared, how can I not be happy? Don't worry, I will suppress my cultivation and swordsmanship to the same level as you, and fight purely with sword moves!"

Gu Feng looked at the suppressed fanatical intent in his eyes, and suddenly fell silent.

He saw that this Lin Yuan's mind was all on the way of the sword, he had no distractions, and he was completely a battle maniac, so he would challenge his junior regardless of his seniority!

Thinking of this suggestion that Lin Yuan had made before, Gu Feng couldn't help but feel excited.

If these three uncles really suppressed cultivation, wouldn't he have no chance of winning?

Fighting against the top sword cultivators is definitely an invaluable experience, and it will be of great benefit to one's own cultivation and kendo!

"The way of sword cultivation, killing decisively, why are you acting as a little woman, mother-in-law!" At this time, Lin Yuan became impatient and reprimanded.

"To fight!" or not to fight?" "To fight! or not to fight?" "To fight! or not to fight?" ......

He shouted, his voice echoing, torturing his mind.

Gu Feng's eyes were condensed, but there was a suppressed fanaticism in his seemingly indifferent gaze.

See Hunting Heart!

It's the thrill of meeting an opponent.

"Fight!" he let out a deep sigh, took out a mango bait and swallowed it in his mouth, and immediately turned into a boiling hot stream, recovering most of the true yuan that had been consumed before.

There was a sword roar.

Gu Feng's flying sword was unsheathed, and when he held it in his hand, the whole person rose with a cold and harsh meaning, and a faint phantom appeared on the blade.

"Okay! The sword qi transforms into a shape, and the thunder sound breaks through the sky!" As soon as Lin Yuan saw the heavy sword shadow, his face suddenly showed joy, and the battle intent in his eyes was even stronger.

The blue sword behind him buzzed, as if he had met an opponent, and he woke up from his deep sleep, unwilling to be lonely!

With a move of Lin Yuan's hand, the long sword fell into it, and a heavy sword shadow was revealed, even more powerful than Gu Feng's sword qi, and the intent of destruction penetrated the void and covered all directions.

Even if those low-level disciples of the Wutai Sect were standing far away, they also felt a deep chill, and their faces were horrified, and they couldn't wait to retreat as far away as possible.

And Gu Feng is impressively at the center of the meaning of destruction, like a flat boat floating in the stormy waves, the waves soar into the sky, constantly slapping over, and the boat will be destroyed and killed at any time.

But he couldn't take a step back, even one step!

The battle between sword cultivators often has nothing to do with sword moves, but lies in the breath of the heart.

If that breath is released, the heart will be timid, and it will be difficult for the sword move to exert its power.

"It's not a way to go on like this, it's better to strike first!" Gu Feng secretly thought in his heart.

The invisible sword intent emanating from Lin Yuan's body was too strong to wait any longer, if it continued any longer, it would also be a huge drain on Gu Feng's mind, and he would be killed alive.

Gu Feng's steps were lightly on the ground, and the whole person had already swept into the air, and the human sword was one, turning into a silver line and shooting out.

Lin Yuan's eyes blinked, and he saw that the aura on Gu Feng's sword blade stabbed in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Good time!" He laughed loudly and greeted him with the sword in his hand.

Bang!

Thunder shook.

The phantom on the blades of the two of them seemed faint, but in fact, it was a violent energy that had been suppressed to the extreme, emitting bursts of thunder that broke through the air, which was the sword qi thunder sound of the sword dao wonderland, and the air was broken, leaving a trace in the air.

Boom!

The blades touched, and the two were separated with one touch.

Gu Feng's figure retreated backwards, feeling a cold and cold qi coming down the blade, and the true yuan shook it away.

His heart sank.

The same realm of entering the Dao is also the sword technique of sword qi and thunder sound, but he is inferior, even if Lin Yuan suppresses it to cultivation, but he is far below this third master uncle in the comprehension of sword qi and thunder sound.

"Come again!" Lin Yuan laughed, full of excitement when he met his opponent, and stepped closely, his long sword shook, and the sword qi burst out of the air.

Gu Feng's eyes froze, and a sword-shaped aura shot out.

The two sword qi collided, and exploded into a cloud of smoke and exploded.

The two figures ravaged up, but they fought in close quarters.

They flew into the sky with their swords, and the people and the swords merged, turning into sword lights, and from time to time there was a sword aura diffused out, thunder roared, and the surrounding mountains and rocks and ancient pines were shot out of the road traces.

Those Wutai Sect disciples screamed in surprise and hurriedly scattered, eager to get as far away from the battle between the two as possible.

The qi of the sword immortal can already be transformed into a form, and with substance, the power is also huge, and the consumption of the true element is extremely high.

Gu Feng is just a realm of entering the Dao, if he keeps flying into the sky, it will be difficult to maintain it for too long, and he will gradually fall to the ground, and begin to fight the enemy purely with sword moves, and then urge the sword qi to enhance his power.

Lin Yuan had already said that he would suppress his cultivation in the realm of entering the Dao, so naturally he couldn't rely on his cultivation to deceive others, and he also fell to the ground.

For a while, the scene was quite weird, Gu Feng and Lin Yuan were both sword immortals of the old and new generations of the Wutai faction, but they fought in the way of ordinary martial artists, the sword aura was fierce, and the moves could not leave the body, which was extremely dangerous.

In this way, after fighting more than three hundred moves in succession, Gu Feng's aura gradually became disordered.

Lin Yuan's eyes flashed, the blade of his sword shook, and a subtle sword qi flickered.

Gu Feng's chest was suddenly torn, but it was just right without hurting his body in the slightest.

"Third Uncle, I'm defeated!" he put away his sword and stood, neither humble nor arrogant.

"No, you are not defeated!" Lin Yuan shook his head, "You can fight with me in the realm of entering the Dao and fight with me for more than three hundred moves, you are proud enough." Although I suppressed my cultivation, the strength of the True Yuan is far above yours, so in the end, you will show your flaws because the True Yuan is not continued! If you and I have the same cultivation, it will not be so easy for me to defeat you!"

"Didn't you lose in the sword move, but in the cultivation?" Gu Feng shook his head, "Defeat is defeat!

"Okay!" Lin Yuan didn't hesitate to praise when he heard this, "You have such a state of mind, you are worthy of being a sword cultivator!

"Well, I'll help you!" he chuckled, and pointed his sword into the air.

Locked in by an invisible aura, Gu Feng watched the sword point on his forehead, and a pure ancient sword intent immediately appeared in his mind.

"Innate Sword Qi!"

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