Almost at the same time, a thunderous sword whistle shook through the night sky. ΔΔ『E small『Ω ┡ said .

The sword wind suddenly turned into ten thousand green rays, like a dense array of arrows.

Can't resist hard, but also save the energy to kill the people of the Sword Alliance, Zhuo Zangfeng's mind turned, and his body suddenly flew into the air.

"Boom!"

The big tree behind him, along with the other big trees behind the big tree, was attacked by the pond fish and turned into powder under the sword qi.

The blade shrouded for miles, but the range of the attack was very limited.

It only tore the trees apart, and then the sword wind lingered, and the screams rolled back into the sky.

Wei Xiaofei made this breathless move, took a step forward, his sparse eyebrows fluttered, and his mind flew.

The golden-backed machete suddenly jumped out under the blue light, followed the sound, and flew towards Zhuo Zangfeng's stealth place.

The knife wind is too strong, and the distance is still far away, and the eyebrows are still painful.

Zhuo Zangfeng pursed his lips lightly, and swung his long sword again and again against the extremely dangerous cyan sword wind.

The Qingfeng Dao Sword was held in his palm again, and this time he didn't use the flying sword.

The wrist flipped, and a long string of sword flowers suddenly burst out from under the sword.

And it is the most cheesy sword flower, which is called the sword flower of the vulgar flower shelf.

He has also been ridiculed countless times by the "senior brothers" of the Heavenly Sword Sect who are illiterate.

Each sword flower condensed the strongest sword intent, emitting a brilliant golden light, as if it was really like a flower on a tree.

The sword light suddenly disappeared, and the wrist flipped like a spinning top.

The swift sword wind was torn apart in an instant, and then there were two or three countless pieces......

Without tearing a piece, Zhuo Zangfeng stepped on the void and took a step closer.

This is the angry sword, this is the angry sword crazy flower.

The anger in his heart was completely done under Wei Xiaofei's arrogance.

Originally, when he was practicing swords, he couldn't speak, he couldn't eat, and he couldn't move freely, and he had accumulated a belly of evil fire, and Lu Wuxian's experience led him to avenge him no matter what.

Now, the demeanor of the old leader of the Sword Alliance in the world, and the contempt conveyed in the sound of the sword, seemed to pour oil on the flame of anger in his heart.

The long sword angrily turned the mad flower, and under the rotation of the wrist, the violent sword qi was instantly torn.

The golden-backed machete was turning and turning, and Qingmang still did not see any decline.

Zhuo Zangfeng knew better than anyone that this green mang that shrouded the heavens and the earth was the sword wind of the old leader of the Sword Alliance, and it was the frenzy of vitality that he was constantly urging to come.

He was not afraid, but a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wei Xiaofei, who was standing on the ground and down-to-earth, had a solemn face, he knew that he had used a bit of vitality, and in the face of this little Taoist priest who was brave in the torrent, he really sensed the incomparably tenacious fighting spirit of this guy.

This is a spirit, more terrifying than the most domineering and powerful sword skills in the world.

In fact, in the battle between cultivators of the high realm, the cultivation background is one thing, and the most crucial factor affecting the outcome of the battle is a person's spirit and spirit.

He sensed this unusual power in this young Taoist priest, forcing the arrogant old alliance leader to rethink the other party's cultivation background.

Seeing that the sword wind collapsed under the impact of the opponent's sword momentum, Wei Xiaofei was not in a hurry.

His aura had climbed to the peak, and although it had not yet reached its peak, this piece of qi was enough to destroy anything solid in the world, and it was enough to cause great trouble to the other party and deplete the accumulation of vitality in the place.

Since the fight, the only thing that puzzled him was that no matter how swift his attack was, this young Taoist priest had never looked flustered, and his qi was becoming more and more calm.

But the boundless sword aura on his blade was like a tiger with wings, possessing even more terrifying power.

The expression of the veteran alliance leader who has been in battle for a long time changed again and again, and he decided to use the famous stunt that once shocked the northwest - Heavenly Sword Ten Thousand Heavy Mountain.

The more the divine sense passed through the air, the golden-backed machete suddenly flipped over, causing a cyan vortex.

And Zhuo Zangfeng had already raised his sword to attack the vortex at this time.

The knife wind was fierce, and it was cold.

Wei Xiaofei's mind flashed, and he instantly re-condensed his vitality and urged his sword qi to the peak between the lightning and the stone fire.

The cyan vortex spun faster and faster, like a giant pen stirring in the black ink.

Suddenly, the mountain roared into a tsunami, and the whirlpool was raised, forming a solid mountain.

The Qingfeng Dao Sword that was flying like a flying sword seemed to be extremely small under a tall mountain, like a steel chisel.

Unfortunately, the chisel was too small to drill into the mountain.

Qingmang condenses the knife wind, and the knife wind connects the vitality.

There was a flying mountain, as if it was flying from the sky, and it was about to crush the offender with an incomparably huge momentum.

It can be crushed, but the spirit doesn't.

Zhuo Zangfeng dragged his sword backwards.

His feet stepped into the boundless void, and countless golden sword qi suddenly gushed out from the soles of his feet.

What's going on?

He couldn't even answer it himself, could it be those sword yuan gushing out of the spring point under his feet?

I remember Master once said that the soles of people's feet swell up to connect the earth's veins, and the Baihui points above people's heads connect to the starry sky.

But Master said that only by cultivating to the realm of the 6 immortals can there be such an unbelievable realm.

Zhuo Zangfeng couldn't think of a reason, and when he saw the mountains crashing into him, he suddenly stabbed with his sword.

This sword is still "Autumn Wind and Autumn Rain Shine Sleeplessly", the simplest basic swordsmanship of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

But under this simple sword move, he has to use the courage and divine power to pull the mountains.

The sword pulls the mountain.

And it's a high mountain.

The Qingfeng Dao Sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, and the color of the swift fire turned into a dazzling light.

His sword was condensed with the supreme vitality that he could wield.

"Whew!"

It was like a volcano falling into the sea, and the sword qi and sword wind stirred each other, making a deafening loud sound.

Immediately there was a burning sensation, a painful sensation, a sore tingling sensation in the arm......

Fortunately, the Qingfeng Dao Sword withstood the advance of this high mountain, and it would not be smashed into a meatloaf, which he didn't want to try.

The vitality of the whole body was bulging, the muscles were tense, and suddenly Zhuo Zang Feng felt that the skin on his arm was torn apart under the huge force backlash.

A clear glimmer of pain made him more conscious.

He understood that he couldn't retreat at the moment, because the degree of retreat was not as fast as a streamer.

Retreat is a dead end.

Gritting his teeth and lifting his breath to urge, Qingfeng Dao Sword trembled, not retreating a bit.

At the same time, the same pain came from his legs on top of the void, and it was clear that the injury had spread to his entire body.

Fortunately, only the skin and flesh were damaged, and it did not hurt the muscles and bones, let alone the bones and veins, and the dantian qi sea.

Hold on, let the back crush this mountain of sword wind.

He stubbornly stabilized his breath and calmly urged the sword qi.

At this time, in the use of vitality, he is like a stingy landlord and old wealth, and he will never waste a penny and a half.

insisted on having a stick of incense for a long time, and the vitality did not fail, which gave Zhuo Zangfeng a stronger hope in his heart.

If you want to avenge Lu Wuxian's revenge, you must first kill the old thief.

However, at this time, the aura of the old leader of the Sword Alliance was retracted and released, and the high mountain condensed by the sword wind retreated for several feet, and then collided again.