Chapter 503

I saw a sword mark slowly appear on the face of the Crazy Knife of the End, and a drop of blood slowly flowed down his cheek and dripped on the ground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And Lu Xiaofeng, who was opposite him, also had a blood line on his chest, but fortunately, the wound was not very deep, and there was not much blood flowing out. The result was a shocking achievement.

"Senior Brother Crazy Knife, he was actually injured. ”

"Senior Brother Lu Xiaofeng, he was also injured, which has not happened since Dabi. ”

"It's going to be a fight. The Crazy Knife of the End looked at this Lu Xiaofeng from afar, the fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he smiled and said, "Happy, really happy." But if that's all you have, I don't think there's any need to go on. ”

Pointed at the long knife of the Crazy Knife of the End, on the blade of the bloody sword, a burst of bone-piercing and chilling evil qi gushed out, forming a roaring giant tiger on the blade.

Although it is not very real, it has a certain prototype, which makes the whole long knife look shocking.

Lu Xiaofeng caressed the sword body with his palm, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he said: "Senior brother, the sword technique I use next is called the Nine Styles Against the Heavens, if you can break it, it will be Lu Xiaofeng's loss." ”

"Okay, then let's see how my Forgetful Sword breaks your nine-style swordsmanship. ”

The Crazy Knife of the End shouted, and the bloody long knife was thrown out, with a burst of qi explosion, and the long knife arrived in front of Lu Xiaofeng in a blink of an eye.

And the Crazy Knife of the End himself is also stepping on the seven stars, and it comes in an instant near the long knife. He held the hilt of the knife in one hand, and at the same time his hand trembled, and the long knife let out a low roar, and the evil spirit was released. "The first type, the sky weeps blood!"

As soon as the long knife turned, a half-foot-long knife suddenly spit out from the tip of the knife, and a fierce aura came from the blade and pointed directly at Lu Xiaofeng's chest.

It's so fast, it's astonishing. Looking at this knife, Lu Xiaofeng felt no sadness or joy in his heart.

The Oriental magic pen fluttered in his hand, and the temperament of his whole body also changed, with a sense of dust, and the sword style in his hand became chic and elegant.

The onlookers looked at Lu Xiaofeng on the stage, and such a picture suddenly appeared in their minds.

It is in a valley, where there is a quiet valley, and there is a clear spring and flowing water, and the ground is full of fragrance. At this time, there were bursts of heavenly sounds from outside the valley, lingering in the ears, making people unable to help themselves.

"Ding!" A clear sound sounded, bringing everyone's thoughts back to reality.

I saw that on the ring, the long sword made of the oriental magic pen in Lu Xiaofeng's hand, the back of the sword was lightly blocked at the tip of the long knife, making the long knife stop at Lu Xiaofeng's chest one foot away, and he couldn't move an inch.

From Lu Xiaofeng's mouth, he slowly spit out four words: "Science fiction is unlimited." ”

This remark makes everyone feel as if the power of science fiction is surging, as if they have come to a fantasy world full of mysteries.

"Senior Brother Lu Xiaofeng, it's a good sci-fi unlimited, but this is not enough to see, take me another knife!" The Crazy Knife of the End shouted, the long knife was withdrawn, and then his entire body immediately retreated.

When he stood firm, he stood with a horizontal sword, and from him, boundless evil qi gushed out.

Wisps of black light also shone above the long knife, condensing into a black tiger, threatening all beasts.

The Crazy Knife of the End poured the mana in the body into the long knife, making the whole long knife even more ferocious, the knife is a fierce knife, and the person is a murderer, as soon as the strong momentum came out, it immediately shocked everyone's hearts.

Two fingers wiped the blade of the sword, Lu Xiaofeng's face was solemn and abnormal, and in his body, the thunder of tigers and leopards was endless, accompanied by bursts of dragon groans.

The blood waves in the body are like waves, and the powerful momentum also rises, which is not weaker than the Crazy Knife of the End.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and it wasn't until this moment that the Crazy Dao of the End could be regarded as truly acknowledging Lu Xiaofeng, he licked his lips, and the battle intent in his eyes was boundless.

Battle, battle, battle! His figure suddenly jumped out, and the long knife flew into the air, as if he had broken through the barrier of space, and in an instant, he was in front of Lu Xiaofeng.

"The second type, bloody rain!" ...... Above a hundred zhang in the sky, the Great Elder was calm, sitting in the clouds and watching everything below.

"This kid is really good, it's easy to play the next game, the little girl who is in the city seems to have some meaning for him, otherwise he can't admit defeat after only three moves. ”

The Great Elder of the Seven Joys Wenzong who was dressed in an ink-colored Dao robe picked up a cup of tea on the cloud table and took a sip.

He said with a smile to the two beside him. "This kid, less than nineteen years old, is now at the peak of signing. And he is about to become an author on the shelf, it seems that his year of training has helped him a lot. An old man smiled and looked at Lu Xiaofeng in the audience with great satisfaction.

"If he can break through to the shelves in two months, he will definitely be able to beat the genius network authors of other sects. Even if you are facing a shelf-level web author, there is no rival. ”

"These dolls are all good, except for Lu Xiaofeng, the Crazy Knife of the End seems to be about to condense the knife intent. That Zhu Tie is really surprising, the natal supernatural power that has been comprehended before it is put on the shelf, if he continues to advance on the road of martial arts with this momentum, his achievements in the day are limitless. ”

A middle-aged man beside him sighed leisurely, and then said, "These dolls are much stronger than we were back then. At the beginning, I only realized the natal supernatural power on the shelves, and compared with these dolls, hey, I'm getting old. ”

The Great Elder of the Seven Joy Wenzong smiled and said: "Drunkard, you are too modest, is it a shame to put on the shelves the five-fold condensation sword intent, you must know that most of the shelf-level network authors will never realize the true meaning in their lifetime." Back then, the younger generation of Qixi Wenzong led by you was very beautiful. Those online authors of other Wenzong, when they see our Qixi Wenzong online authors, they have to bypass. ”

The drunkard chuckled, his eyes full of memories: "Yes, I was young back then, and the young network authors between the sects always had to compare each other before they met. And in our generation, drunkards were born like a rainbow in the sky. An iron sword has hit the prestige of my Qixi Wenzong, with a radius of millions of miles, and no one dares to plunder its edge. ”

Speaking of this, a trace of loneliness flashed in the drunkard's eyes: "However, until the catastrophe more than ten years ago. The drunkard killed the Demon Sect alone, and he didn't return for three months, but when he returned, he was already full of hair, seriously injured and dying, and even his cultivation retreated to the shelf.

As a result, my Qixi Wenzong was leaderless and besieged by strong enemies from all sides.

The author of the network has suffered countless deaths and injuries, and the dragon text is even more down, wanting to annex our inheritance, if it weren't for the blood reward for your hard support, I'm afraid that at this moment, my Qixi Wenzong would have ceased to exist a long time ago. ”

The Great Elder of the Seven Joys Wenzong was also a little dignified at this moment, and he put the teacup in his hand back on the cloud table.

Looking at the two people beside him, he said: "That scene back then, I don't remember it in my heart, in the past ten years, I have tried my best to build my Qixi Wenzong, and spare no effort to cultivate potential network authors." At this moment, my Qixi Wenzong is no worse than it was more than ten years ago.

"Over the years, we and the other Wenzong have been very harmonious on the surface, but their desire to annex us is still unending, and no one outside knows the little tricks of the Hailang Wenzong, and often intercepts and kills my Qixi Wenzong network author outside, wanting to cut off the foundation of my sect. ”

"But thanks to them, the backbone network authors of our sect have a greater sense of crisis and cohesion. ”

"Those online authors who have been honed in the battle are much stronger than previous generations of online authors in terms of cultivation and mentality, and when we old things are a hundred years later, they will definitely become the pillars of the Qixi Wenzong and lead the sect to develop better. ”

The Great Elder of the Seven Joys Wen Sect had a glint in his eyes, looked at the online authors in the audience, and said with a smile: "They are the future of our Seven Joy Wen Sect." ”

Two rings. Liu An won the game very easily and directly advanced to the finals, although the feather fan lost the game, but a delicate smile bloomed on his face.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and silence was better than sound at the moment.

In another place, Lu Xiaofeng was on the stage, he looked at the powerful blow of the Crazy Knife of the End, snorted coldly, and waved the Oriental Divine Pen in his hand at high speed.

The tip of the Oriental Divine Pen Sword condensed and emitted terrifying power, and the Yuan Force in Lu Xiaofeng's body was also frantically instilled towards the Oriental Divine Pen at this moment, making his face a little pale. At this moment, the long knife suddenly attacked, and Lu Xiaofeng's eyes at this moment were suddenly full of light.

The true dragon on the Oriental Divine Pen Sword let out a loud phoenix cry, and the red eyes flashed a trace of fierceness, and fluttered its wings.

The blood eagle and the true dragon struck each other, and there was a clear symphony of iron weapons, and the sword light and sword shadows flickered endlessly.

The swordsmanship is unparalleled, and the swordsmanship is mighty. A trace of the true intent of the sword spread out in all directions after the continuous contact between the two. Anyone who comes into contact with these two moods feels that their breath is even slightly stagnant.

Especially the online authors who are good at using the sword and the good use of the knife, under the shroud of these two artistic conceptions, they can't even have the courage to draw a sword or draw a sword.