In Shaguang, because of the inheritance of Badao Peak, there is basically not a single female disciple in its main peak, and it is all a group of raunchy and wild old men.

And Feng Yan, when he was first taken by the main peak and accepted as a personal disciple, he cut down eight fellow disciples in a row and almost injured them to serious injuries, and then he was recognized.

Therefore, in the sect, he is indeed a little famous, and he is an outlier among many family legends, and he is crowned as a knife maniac by Guan.

"It's interesting, even he was sent out, is it sincerely difficult for Mu Lianyue's apprentice, or do you think he has the ability to fight with him?"

On the hanging rock, there was a figure, looking playfully, holding a jade cup in his hand, unconsciously rubbing it back and forth on the tips of his fingers.

"Suppressed to the same level, who wins and who loses, it's hard to say, if you lose your divine power, how powerful is his mad knife?"

Beside him, a bewitching and hot man in a brocade robe whispered.

She was as angry as an orchid, her red lips were slightly raised, and she showed quite a strong interest in this competition.

……

On the cliff of the sword, the wind is strong.

Su Jue looked at Feng Yan with an arrogant face, and everyone was numb.

He felt that those elders who shook the light were sincerely trying to make things difficult for him, and what Mu Lianyue said was not wrong at all.

Otherwise, how could they be selected, and they are all these outrageous existences?

"Senior brother, please."

Now, he can't run.

The competition has begun, and he can only go straight to it.

"Hehe, it's refreshing enough, but don't say that I bully the big and wait for me to suppress my strength."

Seeing Su Jue face it calmly, he didn't have much fear.

Feng Yan grinned and praised, then turned his hand and slapped twice at his Divine Sea and Dao Palace, suppressing the divine power from the two regions.

In an instant, the aura emanating from his whole person was only left in the realm of spirit training.

But even so, in the next moment, his eyes directly became sharp, revealing two strands of scarlet light.

Not only that, but from all around him, a stream of red mana mist evaporated.

"This is madness, for the secret method of the Tyrant Sword Peak, every time you practice a layer, you will increase your own combat power, whether it is speed or strength, it will be improved!"

"Now, Feng Yan is using the strength of the Spirit Cultivation Realm to exert it, which means that he can increase his own strength by two percent out of thin air!"

Immediately, a disciple who knew the Badao Peak very well spoke.

They had watched each other's battles with their own eyes, and this strange inheritance method, once cast, was as if they had fallen into a demon.

Su Jue's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Feng Yan's sudden figure, putting on a monster-like posture, and he couldn't help but feel numb on his scalp.

All his attention was focused on this guy, and he didn't listen to the discussion on the side of the Sword Cliff in all directions.

But with instinct, he can also see that this is an extremely difficult opponent.

"Huh!"

As soon as the thought came to mind, Feng Yan roared directly, dragged the big knife that was the same length as him, and rushed over in an instant, facing Su Jue head-on.

At this moment, his speed soared directly to a terrifying level.

The power contained in the knife, the bearer of a sharp edge, seemed to split everything.

"Snort."

Electrifying flint, shapeshifting.

Su Jue used his mana and directly urged Bu Yunshu.

This magic weapon, which was very helpful when he went up the mountain, instantly provided explosive speed, allowing him to move his whole person sideways.

Dodging this knife, Su Jue's footsteps fluttered, like a wild goose, skimming the area covered by the knife and deflecting behind him.

With five fingers and one hand, turning his palm into a fist, Su Jue aimed at Feng Yan's back spine and smashed it directly.

However, at the moment when he swung his fist, after Feng Yan split the air, he suddenly turned his head, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared at him in a creepy manner.

At the same time, the huge long knife dragged the floor.

"Boom!"

The gold and stone intersect and spark out.

The giant knife twisted in the air, and in an instant, it slashed behind him.

With the help of micro-eyesight,

Feng Yan's action was as fast as lightning in the eyes of ordinary people, but he was still captured by Su Jue after all.

He withdrew his hand in an instant, and the steps on his feet directly burst out with a force, assisting him to move out horizontally.

"That's good, junior brother, it's a pity that your magic weapon is just a magic weapon after all!"

The two knives missed, and Feng Yan looked at Su Jue's shoes with cloud patterns and made a hoarse sound.

Immediately after, his body moved, and at a terrifying speed close to the terrifying speed that Su Jue had just erupted, he slashed at the big knife and slashed at it.

The divine weapons cultivated by the Dao Palace monks already possessed some kind of unpredictable power.

Su Jue's scalp exploded suddenly.

His extremely skillful, freewheeling, and arm-commanding way of carrying knives was even more terrifying than Duan Chen's marksmanship.

What's more, his surface offensive is wide open and closed, but he can make small changes in this huge blade at a critical moment.

If a mortal encounters such an opponent, the only way is to enter a small area and fight with him, so that he can't use his hands and feet.

But the problem is that the person in front of him is not a mortal at all.

He is a Dao Palace monk, and in the state of going all out, it is not a problem to split a mountain in an instant.

At the moment, although he suppressed his strength, with his skillful mad knife, it was enough to suppress Su Jue.

"Senior brother, are you only going to hide?"

The wild knife flew over, almost forming an airtight offensive.

Feng Yan let out a burst of laughter and chased after Su Jue and slashed.

But because of the blessing of Buyun, he was always half a beat slower, and dozens of knives all failed, but he danced a majestic sword, which looked dazzling, but did not make any substantial progress.

"If I don't hide, I'll let you hack to death, senior brother!"

It's not a fight to the death, although Su Jue is under pressure, he still doesn't forget to refute.

"Senior brother, if you don't fight me, it's boring!"

Seeing that Su Jue was not begging for mercy, his footsteps did not stop.

Feng Yan opened his mouth and let out a breath of scarlet gas.

Immediately after, the power of his whole body instantly flowed, steaming upward, like a cluster of fire, burning.

Then, with a wave of his hands, the moment the mad knife slashed over his head, it suddenly slashed on the hanging rock.

"Buzz!"

The void trembled.

Suddenly, from Feng Yan's body, two phantoms suddenly diverged and burst out.

In just an instant, these two shadows directly enveloped Su Jue, and from three directions, they had a three-legged momentum, and suddenly slashed horizontally.

"Click!"

On the sword test cliff, from the three crazy knives, three huge swords suddenly lifted, pushed the rocks sideways, and attacked.

Su Jue immediately noticed that a breath locked him, and at the same time, the three swords were all carrying a destructive aura.

"This is one of the great techniques of the Crazy Knife?"

Shocked in his heart, he watched Feng Yan directly summon two mana phantoms, and then slashed out three swords on the ground, pushing them horizontally towards the middle, he knew in his heart that it would be impossible to hide.