"The power of artistic conception!"

"Sizzle......" A gasp finally sounded. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Nie Feng's figure was driven by the sword qi, and it seemed extremely fast, and the vision of the black air currents gathering like swimming fish within a week of the original body was no longer so obvious at this time, but there was obviously no lack of knowledgeable people in the crowd, and the artistic conception of such a wind was still recognized on the spot.

"Haha, it's evenly matched!"

"Interesting, tsk, I didn't expect this young man to really have some strength, but I don't know if I can stop this black-faced guy!"

"Hey dude, am I mistaken? How do I feel that this young man's momentum seems to have soared a lot all of a sudden, why is it a little ...... The appearance of the five heavens......"

"Strange, I seem to feel a little bit that way......"

Not to mention everyone's surprise, at this moment, Nie Feng's figure has already turned into a black Jiao, coming at a lightning speed, and the long sword in his hand has turned into a jet-black sword, which at this moment seems to have become the poisonous fangs of the black Jiao, and slammed down in front of the black-faced man, so powerful as if a mountain was leaping forward, and the next moment it seemed that the person in front of him was about to be crushed into pulp.

"Nourish...... Giggle......"

The Flying Gold Sword was originally slender and dexterous, but at this moment, it showed an unstoppable power, and when it hit the great sword as wide as a bear's arm on the opposite side, it actually made a low sound of chopping turbidity, and then a subtle and trivial sound of metal shattering quietly sounded.

But before everyone could reminisce, a violent wave of qi rolled out from the place where the two of them were figured, and its power was much more violent than just now, and even like the evil wind blowing when the rainstorm was coming, only the crowd standing a few feet away had to squint their eyes one by one, and some people even had to mobilize the dantian sword qi.

The air wave finally rolled over, and the next moment, the two people in front of them finally separated quickly, but in an instant, many people in the crowd showed a look of surprise on their faces.

The black-faced man, who seemed to be extremely majestic, was like a sandbag discarded by someone at this moment, soaring out of the same place, falling straight to three zhang away, and then slamming on the ground with a "Teng".

However, although his black face became more and more black and red, it did not look so embarrassed, but his feet landed on the hard rocky ground, leaving two conspicuous marks.

And Nie Feng, a young man who seemed to be not very old and thin, only took a small step back, and his feet stopped steadily, but his face turned pale for a moment, as if he had seriously lost his spirit at the beginning of a serious illness.

Although Nie Feng quickly adjusted, his scene was also clearly seen by the few people around him, although on the surface it seemed that the black-faced man had lost, but in fact, Nie Feng didn't necessarily really win.

Nie Feng naturally understood this very well in his heart, and when he saw the black-faced man who was shot away, he slowly raised his head unscathed in the next moment, and he sighed faintly.