In the space of the Seven Killing Array, the Aoki City Lord tried his best to control the soul seal to deal with the ancient fierce beasts, and the thirty-six turquoise steles suspended around him were exactly the Tianluo Xuanyu Stele left by the Qing Emperor.

The six masters of the Zixuan Imperial Family chose to watch the battle coldly on the side, after all, Lin Feng was the god of war of their blood alliance, and he couldn't bear to deal with his own people.

And the Aoki City Lord's side can't afford to offend, so he can only choose this attitude.

The seven golden-clad guards were all dressed in bright golden armor and armed with the sword of the Demon Warrior, charging like a golden lion.

The Great Array of Shaking Light and Demon Slayer of the Ancient Sword Blood Alliance began to shake, and there was already an unstable trend.

Li Zhou and the ogre powerhouse were in a bad situation, they were attacked by more than a dozen masters of the Great Blood Alliance of the Flying Immortal Pavilion, and they were already seriously injured, but they still persevered.

"Do two juniors dare to challenge so many of us to become famous?" a white-haired old man sneered, and the dagger in his hand slashed at the throat of the ogre powerhouse.

"Hugh is going to hurt my brother!" Lin Feng spun and stabbed out a sword, and the human sword was one, like a green dragon coming out of the water.

The white-haired old man screamed miserably, and the arm holding the dagger had been cut off by this sharp sword.

He only felt that his mind was blank, this sword was so powerful, he had the cultivation of the early stage of the Nine Folds Golden Pill of Blood Condensation, he couldn't resist it at all, and he didn't even react.

Li Zhou took the opportunity to stab him with a halberd, and the white-haired old man was even more shocked, because the sharp halberd had already pierced his heart.

It's a pity that the elder of the Flying Immortal Pavilion died like this, and Li Zhou's hand poured Gang Qi into the halberd, which instantly shook the body of the white-haired old man away.

He and the ogre powerhouse both showed their full strength, regardless of the injuries on their bodies, they only attacked and did not defend, and they were completely desperate.

These masters of the Great Blood Alliance have been pampered all year round. I haven't experienced such a scene anymore, and I was shocked by the tragic death of the white-haired old man just now, so my momentum involuntarily became very weak.

More than a dozen masters were unexpectedly broken up by the formation of two junior monks.

However, their situation here has improved, but Lin Feng is uncomfortable, just now when he hurriedly took out his sword to save Lin Feng. I've been hit in the back by a dart.

This dart is highly poisonous, and it is the kind of big dart with barbs, which belongs to the low-grade spiritual weapon.

If an ordinary Blood Condensation Eightfold Solid Pill Realm monk was hit by this dart, he would definitely die.

But Lin Feng's Wu Clan's Golden Body Xuangong instinctively protected his heart at this time, and then the power of the five elements flowed to eliminate the poison on the dart.

It was just a skin injury, and Lin Feng was going to take the dart, but it flew away in a circle.

The man who caught the dart was a wind swordsman in a sky blue robe. He held a slender soft sword in his left hand and a dart in his right, and he looked quite extraordinary.

"It's a plot to be a villain. Lin Feng said in a deep voice.

"Didn't you just suddenly make a move and cut off the arm of the Flying Immortal Pavilion Elder?" the Wind Swordsman sneered.

Lin Feng casually picked up a stone and threw it into the void of the Seven Killing Array, and said indifferently: "Before this stone lands, take your head." ”

"What an arrogant tone. I'm afraid you don't have that ability, maybe I can kill you in such a short time. The Wind Swordsman used his right hand to unleash a dart artifact. In his left hand, he wields a sharp soft sword.

His swordsmanship is characterized by being as light as the wind, elusive in its trajectory.

Moreover, this person has the strength of the half-step transformation realm, and the power of the gang qi is blessed on the soft sword, and the power has increased a lot.

Since it's hard to tell where the Wind Swordsman's moves come from, leave him alone and show off your most powerful swordsmanship!

"Dragon Slaying Sword: Piercing the Mountain and Seeking the Dragon Style!"

Lin Feng only attacked but did not defend. He was confident in his fast sword, not only was it extremely fast, but he had to defend the enemy, so why should he defend himself.

This is also the courage he has cultivated through a hundred battles, that is, to compete with the enemy to see who can shoot faster!

Even if the enemy's cultivation realm is much higher than his own. It is also necessary to be determined to slay the enemy under the sword, which is one of the great meanings of the sword of slaying dragons.

"It's such a fast sword, it only attacks but doesn't defend, is my sword as fast as his?" The Wind Swordsman was suddenly shocked in his heart, and this thought flashed in his heart.

In this way, his moves are a little slower, and he is more defensive, and he does not dare to fight with his life.

The Wind Swordsman felt that it was not easy for him to cultivate to the extent he had reached now, and he cherished his life very much, so he became timid at the moment.

The dragon slaying sword and the soft sword kept fighting, and the sonorous sound was endless, but a dense sword shadow was seen.

The Wind Swordsman had no time to control the dart spirit weapon, and devoted himself to fighting with Lin Feng, but gradually fell into a passive state.

"What's wrong with me today, why has the sword intent become a little stagnant?" he wondered in his heart, but the sword technique he used was still quite unique, and the blade broke through the air, making a piercing buzzing sound.

The shadow swordsman who was watching the battle in the shadows behind seemed to see some clues in Lin Feng's swordsmanship, and hurriedly reminded in a hoarse voice: "Be careful, he's going to perform a trick!"

"Blade of Reverse Killing!"

Lin Feng suddenly burst out with all the qi in the dantian, and blessed the strength of fifty percent of the Wu clan's golden body, and the sharpness of the sword qi was no longer what the wind swordsman could imagine.

A sword slammed into the air, like thunder and lightning, and slashed out with a backhand.

Then Lin Feng rushed to the position of three zhang behind, maintaining the posture of holding the sword with his backhand.

The Wind Swordsman, on the other hand, stood there with a soft sword in his left hand, his blade trembling in the wind, but his expression looked quite frightened and surprised, no longer as arrogant as usual.

"What kind of sword technique is this?" muttered the Wind Swordsman.

"Didn't I say that?" Lin Feng said indifferently, shaking off the blood stained on the Dragon Slaying Sword.

Then the head of the Wind Swordsman rolled to the ground, and the half-step transformation master who had just been invincible became a corpse.

In the real life-and-death duel between sword cultivators, the realm of strength is an important aspect, but it is not the key.

And the comprehension of kendo is crucial.

The Wind Swordsman was completely shocked by such a strong sword technique, and did not exert his best combat power, so he was unwilling to die.

In the next moment, the stone that had been thrown into the void of the Seven Killing Array by Lin Feng before it hit the ground with a bang and smashed out a pit.

At this moment, the battle between the Dao Elder of the Divine Machine and the Elder Shi Yan was entangled, they were all peerless powerhouses in the Transformation Realm, and they released their natal beast souls to fight, and they couldn't tell the winner for a while.

The phantoms of the white dragon and the snake fought in the void, and the seven killing arrays were shaken, and the wind swept and the sand and stones were flying.

"Master Lin Meng, you beheaded my junior brother Wind Swordsman, this revenge is indispensable for me. The Shadow Swordsman was shrouded in dark black robes, and his voice was cold and hoarse.

"You are also a sword cultivator in the half-step transformation realm, are you much stronger than the wind swordsman? If you are stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword, and let you end up as miserable as the wind swordsman. Lin Feng smiled lightly.

"I'm ten times tougher than his heart, so you can slay him, but you can't match my Phantom Sword!" the Shadow Swordsman's tone was calm, as if telling a very respectable fact.

"Then I'll learn your tricks, and I hope you're better than the Wind Swordsman. Although Lin Feng's tone was relaxed, he didn't dare to underestimate this person in his heart. (To be continued......)