The swordsmanship of the immortal family is different from the ordinary.

The unity of human and sword is also a legend in the martial arts in the world, but it is just the beginning of swordsmanship.

After all, if you can't do it with a human sword, how can you fly with a sword?

On top of this, there are many advanced realms in the art of the sword, which vary according to the form of comprehension of each person, but they are generally divided into sword light differentiation, sword qi thunder sound, and sword practice into silk.

Every time you break through a realm, the more extraordinary the mysteries of swordsmanship become, and the more unpredictable the power becomes.

Although this sword light differentiation is only the first realm, it has long been incomparable to human swordsmanship, and the true yuan is reached, a sword can be divided into tens of millions, advance can be attacked, retreat can be defended, and one person and one sword can be enough to defeat thousands of troops.

The sword immortal with this kind of swordsmanship has been freed from the limitations of the human body, and one person can be a country.

Therefore, Zhu Hong and others felt incredible.

How long has this Gu Feng only practiced swords?

Before, he had just broken through to the realm of entering the Dao, and the human sword was one, and he had just cultivated the immortal family's imperial sword technique.

But to practice into sword light differentiation so quickly?

Not only Zhu Hong and the others were frightened, but even everyone present was extremely shocked, but what they didn't know was that the way of the sword was sincere, without any distractions, and it was natural to be able to move forward bravely and unstoppable.

Gu Feng shuttled through the reincarnation of the heavens, experiencing infinite horror, and the tenacity of his state of mind was beyond their imagination.

Buzz!

One sword turns into ten thousand swords.

The silver light burst out, turning into countless sharp sword lights, breaking through the air, and immediately surrounding Zhu Hong.

Each sword light was extremely agile, like a swimming fish, staggering back and forth, and the sharp qi pierced through everything that stood in its way.

Zhu Hong and the others panicked, and their clothes were torn into rags by the sword qi, one by one like beggars.

Snort!

They finally came back to their senses, and one by one they used their swordsmanship, and one after another the flying swords swept into the air, intertwined into an impenetrable sword net in front of them.

However, Gu Feng's divine consciousness was divided, and one by one it was attached to the sword light.

Each sword light seemed to have spirituality, turning into a living thing, dexterously dodging, shooting from unpredictable blind spots.

Zhu Hong and the others were in a hurry, manipulating the flying sword to keep defending.

But Gu Feng's sword light manipulation was subtle, and the sword light always stabbed in front of Zhu Hong and the others, drawing out strange tricks one after another, which was impossible to guard.

"How could this be?" Zhu Hong roared in shock, feeling that he and the others had completely fallen into Gu Feng's sword rhythm, like a worm being entangled in a spider web, although it could still struggle for a while, the spider web would eventually gradually become tightened, turning them into fish to be slaughtered.

They roared unwillingly, and frantically pinched the sword technique, urging the flying sword to turn into streamers and flicker.

Although Gu Feng's sword light is powerful, it is a sword differentiation after all, if the essence is not comparable to the aura of these flying swords.

He didn't resist hard, and when his mind moved, he naturally resorted to the white sun needle trick.

There is a secret method of "distracting thoughts" in the Baiyang Needle Formula, which can separate many mental thoughts and attach them to the flying needles one by one, reaching the level that each flying needle is like an arm.

For Gu Feng, it was just that the sword light replaced the flying needle, and under the invisible sword light, the power of the White Yang True Technique was even greater.

The sword light is smart, like a flying fish, twisting its body, swimming quickly, the trajectory is unpredictable, attacking the place where the enemy has to defend, pulling the flying swords of Zhu Hong and others, so that they cannot be combined in one place, so as to split and attack.

Drink!

There was a burst of exhalation.

Monk Zhitong is worthy of being the person with the highest cultivation on the field, his body swells up, as if an Arhat has descended into the world, his muscles bulge like a block, and a pitch-black Zen staff in his hand is waving vigorously.

This wisdom is infinitely powerful, not like a person who cultivates immortals, but like a martial artist in a secular martial arts, and his moves are quite violent.

The Zen staff was not ordinary, bursting out with a black aura, eerie and cold, and the sword light was extinguished one by one.

"What an evil monk!" Gu Feng didn't laugh back, his eyes were full of fighting intent, and he pointed into a sword and stabbed it suddenly.

"Thirty-six Tiangang Sword Formation!"

Buzz!

The sound of swords roared.

The sword light in the sky gradually converged in one place, forming a more condensed and fierce light.

In the end, there were only thirty-six sword lights left, forming a majestic array, divided into ten directions, and firmly trapped everyone on the field.

Zhu Hong and the others suddenly increased their pressure.

Each of these sword rays of light was incomparably condensed, like a real sharp sword, piercing the void with sharp power, making a sneering sound that made people's scalps tingle.

The monk Zhitong had a hideous face, and the Zen staff in his hand was even more fierce.

But even if he is covered in iron, how many nails can he make?

What's more, the condensed sword light was far sharper than the iron nail, breaking through the air, instantly piercing the defense of his Arhat's golden body, leaving a bloody wound.

Suffering a heavy injury, Zhitong became ferocious under the severe pain, and his hand wiped in the wound, and suddenly slapped out, "Blood Demon Palm!"

The palm of his hand was stained with blood, which quickly evaporated, turning into a stream of eerie bloody qi, condensed in the palm of his hand.

A blood-colored palm print broke through the air, colliding with a sword light, and it spread rapidly, contaminating it into a blood sword, and finally the invisible blood qi dissipated.

"What a mastery of the evil sect!" Gu Feng's heart sank, this Zhitong monk was actually a double cultivator of Buddha and Demon!

The Tiangang Thirty-six Sword Formation lost one of them, and suddenly there was a flaw, and Zhu Hong and the others had a chance to breathe, and escaped from the siege of the Sword Formation.

"Let's shoot!" Zhu Hong was the first to shout, and with a wave of his palm, five ghost nails shot over silently, emitting black gas, forming grimaces, screaming incessantly, and captivating people's souls.

Last time, these five ghost soul snatchers nails had already been destroyed in Gu Feng's hands, but this Zhu Hong had actually re-refined a set, and it was even more powerful, and it was silent when it was released, and it was impossible to prevent it.

The cold aura was broken, Gu Feng instinctively sensed the crisis, and without thinking about it, with a finger of the sword technique, five sword lights blocked in front of him, collided with the ghost nail, and then disappeared.

"Demon Orb!"

"Blood Poison Sand!"

"Soul Needle!"

......

Zhu Hong and the others used all kinds of vicious demonic weapons, blood light, demonic spirit, and ghostly energy...... It quickly filled the air, and for a moment the surroundings became eerie and abnormal, just like ghosts.

Gu Feng was besieged from all sides with one enemy, and only one sword in his hand was in his hand to protect himself.

The sword light was fierce, and although the power of those demon paths was greatly damaged one by one, it also dissipated itself, becoming less and less.

In the end, Gu Feng only had a few scattered sword lights left.

Seeing this, Zhu Hong smiled fiercely, "I don't know how thick the sky is, I'll let you taste my methods today!"

Gu Feng's eyes were cold, and there were no emotional fluctuations, just a move of his hand, a crystal long sword fell into his hand, and all the true yuan in his body poured into it, and his wrist shook.

The flying sword actually swept into the air again, trembling rapidly, and it actually divided forty-nine sword lights one after another.

"What?" Zhu Hong and the others roared, full of shock and fear, and were instantly trapped in it by the sword array, suffering heavy injuries again and again, and their appearance was extremely miserable.

"Forty-Nine Heavenly Yan Sword Formation!"

Gu Feng snorted coldly.

Whether it is an evil law or a magic treasure, with a sword in his hand, he actually has the power to break through all ten thousand laws.