"What are you doing here!"

Haotian Sword Saint, his eyes narrowed, glaring angrily at the posture of the "Hundred Saints Protector" in front of him, and asked sharply.

Faced with the situation that all the saints stood in line for Luo Fu, the Haotian Sword Saint did not have the slightest fear!

Among the crowds of saints.

Luo Fu's face was calm, and he looked at the crowd lightly, but the Haotian Sword Saint, who was alone against the Hundred Saints, applauded lightly.

"Okay."

"The sword is double-edged, both front and back are blades, you can attack, you can defend, and you can kill the enemy when you advance and retreat."

"The knife is a single edge, the front is the blade, and the back is the back of the knife, so that the will of the knife can only move forward without leaving a way out."

"Haotian Sword Saint is so fierce and not afraid of death, he is really worthy of the four words Haotian Sword Saint."

As he spoke, Luo Fu smiled slightly, pushed aside the crowd, and walked towards the Haotian Sword Saint, "As you wish!" ”

"Huh!?" Seeing this, the wine saint was shocked: "Big brother, don't be impulsive, don't go over!" ”

"Luo Fu, no!"

"Luo Xiaoyou, don't take it lightly!" All the Dao saints changed color one after another, and they were busy catching up.

Luo Fu waved his hand casually at the saints behind him, and then slowly came to the front of the Haotian Sword Saint.

At the moment, Luo Fu stood with his hands in his hands, standing in front of the Haotian Sword Saint.

He smiled slightly, and looked directly into Haotian Sword Saint's eyes calmly.

Seeing Luo Fu's actions, the Haotian Sword Saint couldn't help but feel a slight pang in his heart, and said sharply: "Little doll, you are so bold!" ”

At this moment, in the heart of Baisheng, the wild beating is like a chaotic drum!

Luo Fu, it's too close to the Haotian Sword Saint!

At this moment, if the Haotian Sword Saint made any rash moves, Luo Fu was afraid that he would be doomed.

Luo Fu, facing the Haotian Sword Saint, just smiled calmly: "The Sword Saint was quite unreasonable and aggressive before, which was unpleasant. ”

"But see, the heart of the sword saint is as strong as a blade, and it is also admirable."

"Hmm."

As he spoke, Luo Fu nodded slightly at Haotian Sword Saint with a look of approval: "I, give you this opportunity and allow you to compete with me." ”

The saints who stood in line with Luo Fu, and the neutral Dao saints, were in an uproar!

The Haotian Sword Saint laughed even more angrily: "It's a good one to give the old man a chance, and it's a good word to allow!" ”

"In the face of the old man's dignified immortal Dao seven powers, you actually spoke so wildly, do you really don't know whether you live or die!"

Luo Fu had no stage fright, and even made a gesture with a momentum that was three points better than that of the Haotian Sword Saint, and said lightly: "After a while, you will know." ”

"I am not arrogant in this statement, but I have mercy on you."

Haotian Sword Saint, look up to the sky and laugh wildly!

That's when it happened!

The prince of Dongyang Zhengfeng suddenly walked out of the crowd with courage.

He first glanced at Luo Fu with resentment, then faced the Empress of the Holy Ruins, clasped his fists and said, "Empress, why do you need to make such a big battle. ”

"Since the predecessors of the Haotian Sword Saint want to compete with Luo Fu for sword intent, let them compare."

"Anyway, both sides don't use the power of the realm, the power of attributes, and the exercises, even if they are only compared to the sword intent, the predecessors of the Haotian Sword Saint are not considered to bully the small."

"If Luo Fu doesn't even dare to accept this, isn't it greedy for life and afraid of death?"

When the saints heard this, they shook their heads.

The Empress of the Holy Ruins glanced at Dongyang Zhengfeng deeply, and also saw that this son had bad intentions, and wanted to use the method of agitation to let Luo Fu go to death.

The empress immediately shook her head slightly, her gaze first looked directly at Dongyang Zhengfeng, and then fell on the holy sons, and said, "Wait, Xu has walked into a conceptual misunderstanding. ”

Then, her eyes looked at Dongyang Zhengfeng again: "Dongyang Zhengfeng, this emperor asks you." ”

"Iron sword, isn't it iron? Is it iron-grade hardness? ”

Dongyang Zhengfeng nodded: "Naturally." ”

The empress said again: "Then the iron tower, is it iron, is it iron-level hardness?" ”

Dongyang Zhengfeng was slightly stunned, seemed to understand something, and hesitated: "Yes." ”

The empress said "um" and said, "Since the iron sword and the iron tower are all iron-level hardness. ”

"So what is the result of using an iron sword to harden a magnificent iron tower?"

Dongyang Zhengfeng's face was flushed, and he lowered his head and didn't speak.

The rest of the Holy Sons suddenly came to their senses.

The Holy Ruins Empress said, "Even Luo Fu's sword intent can reach an astonishing holy level. ”

"But the sword intent of the Haotian Sword Saint is easy to get out of the way!"

"And Luo Fu, don't say it's his sword intent, even if it's the attribute power he releases with his exercises, if it can reach a thousand zhang, it can be regarded as a leader in the same realm."

"It's a big amount, and it's crushing people."

"Isn't that a big bully?"

The Sons were silent.

Even the Haotian Sword Saint was also silent.

He had already heard his eyebrows, and knew that the empress was educating the Holy Son on the surface, but in fact she was talking about it for him Haotian Sword Saint.

"However, Bendi has a compromise."

The empress turned her words, and her eyes swept over Luo Fu and Haotian Sword Saint at the same time, and said, "It's better to be like this." ”

"Luo Fu, Haotian Sword Saint, respectively inject your respective sword intent and sword intent into a superb sub-treasure weapon."

"Then the two holy sons, holding these two sub-treasure weapons, go to each other, and the winner can be distinguished."

Everyone's eyes lit up: "Hey, this method is good!" ”

When the Haotian Sword Saint heard this, he also nodded in agreement: "Okay, as long as you can let the old man compete with Luo Fu!" ”

"The old man also put his words here, even if Luo Fu injects the Yabao weapon with sword intent, and can inject the old man into the Yabao weapon with sword intent, and cut a gap that is only the size of a mung bean, it will be counted as a win!"

"The old man will also voluntarily give up the position of the master to the kendo!"

"Senpai!" Dongyang Zhengfeng hurriedly stepped forward: "Junior, I am willing to hold a knife for my senior!" ”

On the other end, Dongfang Wan'er also walked out of the queue, hugged her fists and said: "Empress, junior Dongfang Wan'er, I am willing to hold a sword for Luo Fu!" ”

Immediately, a female disciple sent the best Yabao long sword and the best Yabao long knife.

Haotian Sword Saint, holding the long knife, in an instant, the whole body was up and down, and the knife intent was soaring into the sky!

Then, the long knife was handed over to Dongyang Zhengfeng.

In comparison, Luo Fu's side was mediocre, he just touched the flying sword lightly, and without even the slightest sword intent on his body, he handed the flying sword to Dongfang Wan'er.

Dongfang Wan'er, seeing Luo Fu playing like this, couldn't help but be worried.

When all the saints saw Luo Fu's child's play, they all frowned frequently.

"How does this compare? Luo Fu's sword intent, compared with the sword intent of Haotian Sword Saint, is a million times worse than the momentum, alas. ”

As he spoke, the two Holy Sons had come to the middle of the dojo.

That Dongyang Zhengfeng was holding a long knife, extremely excited, eager to try.

Dongfang Wan'er was holding a long sword, but she was frowning.

With the empress's "start" order.

The two, armed with swords in hand, slashed at each other.

At this moment, Haotian Sword Saint's face was full of arrogance, and he was extremely confident in his sword intent.

Luo Fu stood with his hands in his hands, his expression calm, and he did not see joy or sorrow.

All the Dao Saints waved their hands and sighed again and again.

"This time, Luo Fu doesn't have to worry about his life, but his sword intent is only at the emperor level, how can he fight with the holy level of Haotian old monsters?"

"That's not what grass mustard met the iron sword, that's ......"

Clang!

Before the words of concern of the crowd were finished, a crisp sound was heard!

In the middle of the dojo!

The two holy sons, each with a sword in their hands, were stunned.

Dongyang Zhengfeng, with a look of disbelief.

Dongfang Wan'er is even more discolored.

The whole audience gasped!

It's all because.

In Dongyang Zhengfeng's hand, the long knife that was blessed with the Holy Sword intent of Haotian Sword was actually broken in response!

The long sword that Dongfang Wan'er was holding in her hand was unscathed!

"Huh!?" All the casual cultivators were dumbfounded.

Countless eyes shot towards Luo Fu with a brush.

Luo Fu had a calm face, as if he had expected such a result a long time ago.

"How is that possible!?" Haotian Sword Saint, coming back from the shock, shouted angrily: "This is absolutely impossible! ”

"The old man's sword intent is a holy level!"

"Take 10,000 steps back, even if Luo Fu's sword intent has reached the holy level, it will definitely not, so easily cut off the long knife that the old man has blessed!"

The Empress of the Holy Ruins was also stunned, she stared at Luo Fu in shock, unable to say a word.

Here, Luo Fu stared at Haotian Sword Saint lightly: "Still not convinced? ”

At this point, Luo Fu stepped forward, retrieved the long sword from Dongfang Wan'er's hand, and plunged the long sword into the ground!

He looked at the Haotian Sword Saint and pointed at the long sword: "One year." ”

"I'll give you a year, as long as you can cut this sword out of a gap the size of a mung bean, you won."

The scene was in an uproar again!

Luo Fu's statement made the Haotian Sword Saint furious, he glared at Dongyang Zhengfeng angrily, and roared: "The old man can't believe you, you are the Holy Son of the Sword Dao, change people!" ”

"Disciple, I am willing to hold a sword for the Sword Saint!"

A sword path saint son immediately stepped forward to ask for his life.

Haotian Sword Saint took another superb sub-holy weapon long knife and injected it into the knife, which he was proud of, Tiangang Haoran Sword Intent.

Then, the Holy Son of the Sword Dao, holding this sword, strode to the long sword.

A long sword, no one holds it, just stand in the midfield, at your disposal!

The Son gritted his teeth and slashed at the sword.

Clang!

The long sword, not moving!

Long knife, self-destructive!

At the scene of "hiss ......", a gasp!

Haotian Sword Saint's face turned red, and he roared angrily: "No, change people again!" ”

Another holy son, holding a long knife blessed by the sword saint, stepped forward to chop the long sword.

Clang!

Long knife, self-breaking!

The long sword is not harmed!

"That's not right! Substitutions again! The old man doesn't believe it! ”

Clang!

The third time, the long knife broke itself!

Long sword, still unharmed!

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

In the blink of an eye, thirty-five holy sons have appeared!

And in the dojo, there are broken knives all over the ground!

All the saints, their faces full of shock.

Haotian Sword Saint, his face was miserable, he was deeply shocked, and he stared at the long sword, took a few steps backwards, and said in despair: "Impossible...... It's impossible! ”

"It doesn't make sense! There must be a fraud in this! ”

"How can the old man's sword intent be so vulnerable?"

In the crowd, Luo Fufeng walked lightly and walked in front of the Haotian Sword Saint.

His face was expressionless, and he quietly took the last and thirty-sixth long knife from the sword saint's hand.

This knife, before it had time, was injected with sword intent by the Haotian Sword Saint.

Subsequently.

Luo Fu held the long knife in his hand and walked towards the long sword.

In front of everyone, Luo Fu smiled slightly, injected the sword intent into the long knife, and swung the knife towards the sword.

Clang!

Sword, broken!

Half a sword blade, soaring into the air, buzzing and whirling!

Knives, unscathed!

The whole audience was quiet.

When!

Luo Fu casually threw the long knife in his hand on the ground, and looked at Haotian Sword Saint lightly: "This result, can you be satisfied?" ”

"Now, do you think I was talking wildly?"

Haotian Sword Saint, his eyes were about to split, and he glared at Luo Fu.

Luo Fu was speechless and raised his hand to the sky.

Buzzing!

A hundred zhang sword intent rushed into the sky!

That sword intent, the moment it appeared.

The wind, stopped.

The night was white.

The stars dissipated.

All Dao Immortals, Dao Saints, are deaf.

Because the air escaped from the sword intent, the sound could not be transmitted.

The world, losing its color.

Because of the space, escaping from that sword intent, the Holy Ruins Dojo was shrouded in nothingness.

Luo Fu, his gaze was faintly slanted, squinting at the towering Monument of the Ten Thousand Gods.

Then, with a wave of his hand.

Baizhang sword intent, in an instant, slashed the jade tablet.

On the monument of thousands of gods, a column of big characters suddenly appeared: "Mortal Dust Sword Intent, Holy Grade." ”

All the scattered cultivators, slightly awe-inspiring.

But in an instant, the big characters on the Ten Thousand Gods Tablet dissipated by themselves, and they were replaced with new big characters: "Immortal Sword Intent, True Immortal Level!" ”

All the scattered cultivators, shocked.

In another instant, on the Ten Thousand Gods Monument, the font disappeared, and a new word appeared: "Divine Realm Sword Intent, God Level!" ”

All loose exercises, respiratory arrest!

In another instant, the big characters still disappeared, and they were replaced with new words: "Supreme God Realm Sword Intent, Super God Level!" ”

All loose practice, cardiac arrest!

Luo Fu stood with his hands in his hands and stared at Haotian Sword Saint quietly: "Come, knock me." ”