Although Wu Zhantian, Xuanji Dao Leader, and Feng Xiaojun didn't try the power of the arrows released by the Falling Snow Bow, they also understood that the power of the spiritual power arrows that the black-robed man and Lin Feng had used one after another just now was an eye-opener.

Just imagine, if it is a large-scale battle against demons, ordinary martial arts monks use various martial arts tricks to fight, although the amount of qi consumed, it may not be able to achieve good results. But if you use spiritual power to condense arrows like Lin Feng did just now, and then draw your bow and arrows, and release spiritual power arrows with the falling snow bow, which can be described as a veritable demon-breaking arrow, then the demons will die in pieces.

Especially on such a battlefield, being able to destroy the enemy on a large scale is even the most effective way, and it can also reduce the casualties of your own sergeants.

However, the black-robed people and Lin Feng were not very satisfied with the expression just now, they said that the distant and broken ancient artistic conception they perceived, and the archery technique performed by the white-clothed woman of the elf clan, could be described as breathtaking.

You must know that the woman in white is not able to send out an arrow after condensing for a long time, but can release dozens of arrows in a row, and the energy contained in the arrow will not cause damage to your own monks, and will effectively destroy the enemy army, which has to be admired.

"Brother Lin, just now your perception of the artistic conception contained in the falling snow bow is actually much deeper than mine, find a quiet time in the future, carefully sort out these feelings, and find a suitable bow, your cultivation will make great progress. The black-robed man patted Lin Feng on the shoulder and said in a particularly serious manner.

Although he called Lin Feng Brother Lin, he was actually a monk of Xuanyuan City who was exiled in the Nine Shadows Realm ten thousand years ago, and he was Lin Feng's old-timer, but they respected each other and cherished each other. There are not so many trivial names for generations.

Of course, Lin Feng would listen to his friend's sincere advice, he nodded and smiled lightly: "Thank you Brother Black Robe for reminding me, I will definitely work hard in this regard." In fact, in all fairness, it won't be long before our Zichen Star cultivation realm will be attacked by other Star Cultivators again, if I can learn the two-percent archery technique of the woman in white with the Falling Snow Bow. It is estimated that it will be able to deal a fatal blow to the enemy in such a magnificent battle, and make them fearful. ”

Hearing Lin Feng say this, the other four masters at the top of the Heavenly Halberd Peak were all in a heavy mood, because after thousands of years had passed, the cultivation world was once again facing a baptism of blood and fire, if it was not dealt with well, then the Zichen Star cultivation world would probably be destroyed.

"Hey, I only hope that the cultivation world outside will not be destroyed by that time, and it will become as desolate and dilapidated as the Nine Nether Realm is now. The great rivers and mountains no longer exist zài, which is the most sad. The black-robed man looked up at the distant void, as if looking at his hometown of Xuanyuan City.

Lin Feng said very solemnly: "Actually, the strength of one person is very weak, but as long as we, the monks of the Zichen Star, unite together, we can unite as one, and if the monks of other stars want to destroy our home, it can only be a fool's dream." ”

"But I'm already a member of the Nine Nether Realms now. Wu Zhantian sighed a little sadly, he was indeed killed in the cultivation world outside. Then his master shook the light and the Martial Emperor took his soul to the Nine Netherworlds. Later, although he re-cultivated and condensed a body, his soul aura and other aspects had been deeply branded with the Nine Nether Realm.

Lin Feng stared into his eyes. Said seriously: "Essentially, you are still from the Zichen Star cultivation realm, so you can't forget your roots. If there was no Zichen Star, you would never have existed at all. ”

In fact, no monk had ever dared to reprimand Wu Zhantian like this, because this person had always been extremely conceited and arrogant, and he was extremely powerful. In the cultivation level of the half-step supernatural power realm, he can also be regarded as a leader, and he is worthy of being the successor of the Shaking Light Martial Emperor.

Wu Zhantian had just had some fighting intent, but it dissipated after a while, and he did remember a lot of the past. I can't help but feel a lot.

As the saying goes, the past is like smoke and unpredictable.

"Hey, of course I understand what you said, but how can I leave the Heavenly Halberd Peak in the Ancient Battlefield of the Nine Nether Realms? Who will guard the inheritance of the Master Shaking Light Martial Emperor? Otherwise, even if it is to be able to fight with many masters, it is a very sufficient reason for me to go to the Zichen Star Cultivation Realm. Wu Zhantian said gloomily.

If he doesn't want to go, no matter how much you try to persuade him, he won't change his mind, but will come up with many excuses that seem to be very reasonable.

Of course, Lin Feng understood this truth very well, so he no longer argued with him, but walked around the not too open place at the top of the Heavenly Halberd Peak, he wanted to find something.

As the guardian here, Wu Zhantian was in a state of mind at this time, and he didn't have time to pay attention to Lin Feng, as for the other three masters, they were meditating cross-legged on their knees, hoping to feel the pride and ambition of the Shaking Light Martial Emperor here overlooking the ancient battlefield of the Nine Nether Realm.

"It's a pity that the ancient power has passed away, and its inheritance is difficult to inherit. Daoist Xuanji waved the dust in his hand, and said meaningfully.

The black-robed man frowned, it was rare for him to come to the Ancient Battlefield of the Nine Nether Realm, if it weren't for the fact that he helped Lin Feng come this time and strayed into the Luoying Crystal Palace, it is estimated that it would take a long time to discover this desolate and vast ancient battlefield.

Feng Xiaojun was calm and relaxed, he was originally the sword spirit of the Wind Fairy Sword, he was once on the verge of collapse because of a vicious battle, and then gradually absorbed the energy of the Wind Fairy Sword Spirit and condensed his soul, he also became more determined, and he was not moved by external objects.

"Even if the Shaking Light Martial Emperor is an ancient powerhouse that people admire, I don't have any idea about his inheritance. In my opinion, the most important thing is to get out of your own cultivation path, after all, only what suits you is the best choice. Otherwise, even if you can barely get the inheritance of the ancient powers, it doesn't make much sense if you can't carry on the past and forge ahead into the future. Feng Xiaojun said suddenly.

Daoist Xuanji stared at him, because this insight was unique, but Daoist Xuanji had never thought of it, maybe it had something to do with his experience.

As for Wu Zhantian, he glared angrily, because Feng Xiaojun didn't care so much about the inheritance of the Shaking Light Martial Emperor, this was clearly another kind of provocation that was not obvious.

"Boy, do you dare to repeat what you just said?" Wu Zhantian scolded in a deep voice.

"Why don't you dare, I'm just saying that the inheritance of the Shake Light Martial Emperor is nothing, since you can't ask for it, then why bother so much. Feng Xiaojun smiled lightly without showing weakness.

Seeing that these two people were about to fight because of verbal discord, the others did not rush over to persuade them, and this was not only a matter of verbal discord, but because what Wu Zhantian valued most was the prestige of his master, but Feng Xiaojun didn't think so, how could this not make Wu Zhantian's anger rise from his heart?

"I don't advise you either, but if you want to fight, go into the void. If you fight fiercely at the top of the Heavenly Halberd Peak, won't it damage the relics of the Shaking Light Martial Emperor, and then you will regret it, this aspect is especially important for Wu Zhantian. "Lin Feng is very calm at all times, and he also has an excellent view of the overall situation, so he can always see things that ordinary people can't see and make predictions in advance.

As soon as Lin Feng said this, Wu Zhantian felt a little more grateful to him, and then he flew out into the void in front of him, and then he stood suspended in the air.

Of course, Feng Xiaojun knew that he had decided to fight hard, after all, there had to be a result in a dispute. He smiled leisurely, and then jumped into the void, and below was the abyss, the cold demonic qi was thick, and the cold wind was howling, but he was walking on the ground.

"You are a junior monk, I will let you make three moves. Wu Zhantian was particularly arrogant.

"That's not true, don't you still know where I came from? I used to be the sword spirit of the Wind Fairy Sword, which means that we are actually contemporaries. "Feng Xiaojun will not let his opponent want to let him, he also has his own dignity.

It is important to know that dignity is not given by others, but earned by oneself, so you must have your own principles in your actions, so that others can be impressed in order to have dignity.

After the two of them confronted each other for half a pillar of incense, Wu Zhantian finally couldn't help but make a move, he didn't perform any tricks, but condensed the demonic qi under his feet into a giant blade in the shape of a whirlpool, and the buzzing sound was very harsh. In an instant, this vortex giant blade spun and slashed towards the position where Feng Xiaojun stood.

Lin Feng stared at it, and he had already seen that this giant blade didn't seem to be extremely powerful, but the energy contained in the middle of the vortex could not be underestimated, and it had incalculable stamina.

"You clearly still want me to make a few moves, I won't let you succeed, and I won't make the first move. Feng Xiaojun smiled lightly, he really didn't make a move, but ran all over his body, and then out of thin air, a Gang Qi sword with a shape similar to the Wind Immortal Sword was condensed out of thin air, and a layer of blue light lingered around it.

The Gang Qi Sword stabbed forward, bombarding with the whirlpool giant blade, and a loud "boom" was like a landslide. The light that bloomed was just like two meteorites colliding, and the monks watching the battle realized that Feng Xiaojun's move did not fall into the disadvantage, and his strength was not under the martial arts world.

"Very good, your Gangqi Sword does contain the breath of the Wind Immortal Sword, but to defeat me, it is not enough to attack with such a Cheng dù. In the future, I won't let you play tricks anymore and show mercy to my subordinates. Wu Zhantian's expression was very stern.

"I told you not to let it go a long time ago, so let's take it. As soon as Feng Xiaojun's words fell, he flashed over, and in his hands he held a light green sword condensed by Gang Qi, as elegant and swift as a breeze.

The two extremely powerful swords unleashed more than a hundred moves in the blink of an eye, and the dense sword curtain shrouded Wu Zhantian inside.

And no matter how fast this attack was, Wu Zhantian did not panic to resist with his fists and feet, and every move he used had the power of thunder, and there was a constant sound of explosion in the air.

The three masters watching the battle all nodded from time to time, because this was indeed a wonderful competition, and both sides of the battle were outstanding people among the half-step supernatural realm cultivators. (To be continued......)