The streamer was as brilliant as a rainbow, falling into the clouds like a hazy spring rain, Guo Feng walked out of the main hall with a star scepter, looked up at the fifth hall on the top of the mountain, and said coldly: "Luoyang, I am different from the two of them, if you don't defeat me, you can't take a step forward, don't have any boundless illusions, show your true skills!"

The shouts fell, the Ten Directions Star Shepherd Staff rippled with dazzling thunder, the lightning thunder knife swept across the void, and the mountain of smoke and clouds was cut in half, revealing a large area of blue sky, and the sound of rolling thunder did not stop for a long time.

Luoyang urged the Instant Shadow Step to calmly avoid the Thunder Knife, and just as he was about to move the sword, Guo Feng's iron fist had already approached, with a plain white frost aura, if he was hit by the Frozen Ten Directions Shepherd Star Staff, it would inevitably follow.

The two sticks just now tasted uncomfortable, and Luoyang didn't want to take a third blow, so he had to urge the instantaneous shadow step again, and the afterimage of his body moved a few steps sideways, although he avoided the iron fist, he just met the splitting palm.

This palm came extremely strangely, Luoyang was caught off guard and was slashed high, and before he could land on the ground, the Ten Directions Star Shepherd Staff was drawn head-on.

The golden sword light penetrated the clouds and mist, Luoyang rolled dozens of steps away before it could stop, and when he looked up, Guo Feng was still standing in front of the hall with the Ten Directions Shepherd Star Staff, his clothes moved lightly, calmly and indifferently, and it seemed that he had never moved.

"The mirror attack of the spatial supernatural power is still the eight-door teleportation ...... of the number of strange gates."

Luoyang clenched the scabbard in his left hand, intending to use his dual swords to fight the enemy, no matter what kind of spatial ability Guo Feng was proficient in, it was definitely not enough to rely on a sword now.

"The descendant of Qi Tianxiang, the contemporary junior uncle of Kunlun, the inheritor of the Tibetan Sword lineage, and the future first sword immortal Luoyang, do you only have this ability?"

Guo Feng chuckled and walked towards the mountain, the Ten Directions Star Shepherd Staff shook slightly, the fiery red streamer flashed away, and hundreds of fist-sized fireworks fell from the mountain, and the scorching temperature evaporated a large area of clouds and mist around it.

Chu Qi sighed lightly, leaned back on the back of the chair, looked at Guo Mu with a solemn expression, looked at the Demon Emperor who smiled calmly, shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "It seems that he has not learned Vientiane Senluo, and he only uses the sword collection technique and sword drawing technique to fight the enemy, so it seems that this victory and defeat have been divided." ”

"Indeed, the offense can't break the defense, Guo Feng is already in an invincible position, and defeat is only a matter of time. ”

"That's right, unless this son has a backhand, otherwise, he will be defeated unintentionally, and he will be in Qimen, and everything will not be his own!"

……

The demons are not optimistic that Luoyang can win, and the heart demon patriarch is even more frowning, holding his cheeks with his bare hands, as if the lively girl who is trapped in the house on a rainy day, full of sorrow.

"What a good sword fairy seedling, but don't get hurt, the slave family will be heartbroken. ”

The rain of fire falling in the mountains burned the remnants left behind in Luoyang, and the white-clothed sword cultivator who was walking with a sword did not know when he had dodged and rushed towards Guo Feng, and the instantaneous shadow step continued to change direction, and there were more than a dozen afterimages with different postures between the rugged mountain roads, all of which contained momentum and were lifelike, so that Guo Feng could not distinguish between the true and the false.

Liuyan, electric light, earth thorns, ice guns, one afterimage after another shattered, Luoyang finally approached in front of Guo Feng, the long sword with the void as a sheath, ready to pull out, the sharp sword swept Qiongxiao.

Guo Feng raised his eyebrows, although he was surprised in his heart, the Ten Directions Star Shepherd Staff in his hand did not slow down by half a minute.

The star scepter and the long sword fell into the air one after another, and the sword scabbard that had been gathering momentum for a long time fell on the opponent before and after the thunder of the Nine Heavens, and the sound of snorting and breaking muscles and bones sounded at the same time in the clouds and mist, falling one after another.

The electric light and sword qi roared and scattered, and one person and one demon squatted on the ground, staring at each other, both defeated, regardless of high and low.

Outside the heavens, countless broken stars were suspended in the deep and dead void space, and the young patriarch dodged to avoid the wind, thunder and lightning that spanned hundreds of miles, sensed the situation in the Kunlun Mountains, and privately thought about how the difficult monk was sent away.

People's hearts are not ancient, in ancient times, the sword warrior never asked for returns, but now it is good, do some "little things" have to say that there are a lot of benefits, the world has changed, and these two old guys have learned badly for thousands of years.

"Retrospective!"

The candle dragon whispered an edict, and the wind, thunder and lightning swept back, annihilating a large area of broken stars like hills, and slashing straight at the young ancestor's head.

"Taiyi Light Splitting Sword!"

The young patriarch glanced at the wind, thunder and lightning behind him, and with a light wave of his palm, the edict sword river fluttered and poured down, colliding with the wind and thunder and lightning light, and the blooming aurora overwhelmed Haori for a while, and the scattered sword qi and thunder light emptied all the scattered scattered shattered stars around it.

The candle dragon squinted at the young patriarch, let out a piercing dragon groan, and the dragon body all over the void emitted a thousand zhang of bright light, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a crane with a childish face, and a burly eight-foot man, holding a bright lamp in his hand, flashing nine-colored brilliance on it, and the brilliance flashed lightly, and the two majestic sword rivers of the young ancestor turned into nothingness in a silent silence.

"Old loach, I haven't seen my skills for thousands of years, and the bright light of these years can block the old sword river. ”

"Qingxu, don't pretend to be me, I know that you have been keeping your hands again, and you haven't moved your real character until now, what do you think, don't you really think that Kunlun is gone, you can still turn defeat into victory, right?"

"Why can't it, this game of chess was not played by me with you from the beginning, otherwise Kunlun can be so passive?

Saying that the young patriarch is illusory with both palms, the starlight is the sword, the two sword rivers of life and death surge up, blocking time and space, like flying flowers in the sky, such as the whirlpool of the deep sea, swirling and strangled, the sonorous sword chanting endlessly, the lights of the years are bright and dark, gathering and scattering, and the two sword rivers are difficult to enter.

"Six feet in front of me is my absolute realm, one step slow, one step slow, clear, eight hundred years ago I was not really not your opponent, but eight hundred years later you can't even break the light of my years, you are old!"

"Don't be shameless, look at the swordsmanship, it's too supreme!"

The young patriarch raised his eyebrows and shouted softly, and the two sword lights of the star space were one, destroying the withering and decaying light of the years, and slashing the candle dragon high.

"Retrospective!"

The sound of the edict started, time flowed backwards, the edict fell, and the countless sword wounds on the body of the candle dragon disappeared in an instant, merging into a sword river and scattering into two.

"Definitely!"

The candle dragon urged the light of the years to the extreme, the bright light of the years illuminated the dome, the two edicts, the words followed, and the surrounding undulating sword river instantly froze, and silently dispersed into a piece of sporadic light.

"Good means!"

The young patriarch praised him, pointed his sword upward, and once again evoked the immeasurable flying sword to kill the candle dragon, and the invincible infinite sword light and the immovable lights of the years reflected each other, becoming the two most dazzling stars in the night sky.

The clouds and smoke swept through the majestic temple, and the gray in the sky produced by the fierce battle did not wait to fall and rose again, dozens of vertical and horizontal sword qi collided with the thunder and fire snake in one place, Luoyang waved his double swords, and wandered between the clouds and mist like a ghost, while avoiding the strange door spell like a pouring summer rain, while rushing towards Guo Feng with all his might.

Guo Feng carried the Ten Directions Shepherd Star Staff and constantly changed positions in the mountains, Luoyang further He took a step back quietly, always maintaining a relative distance of more than thirty steps from Luoyang, not wanting to face Luoyang's elusive sword drawing technique.

"His grandmother's, it's really unhappy, didn't you say that this kid will definitely lose? Why is there still a tug-of-war, when will it be a head if it continues like this?"

Xiang Guo leaned back in the chair dissatisfied, clenched his fists, and looked angry, eager to take Guo Feng's position, and rushed up to fight with Luoyang's real sword and real gun, so even if he fell under the opponent's sword, although he was defeated, he was still honored, so he regressed again and again, and relied on magic to fight a war of attrition.

"Brainless reckless!" Chu Mu slapped the table hard, blew his beard and glared, and shouted: "Guo Feng is a witch, not a blood demon, what's wrong with relying on Qimen magic to fight a war of attrition?"

"Hmph, no, you witches are right, a group of people are hiding behind......"

"Alright, let's keep watching. ”

Nan left the mouth to interrupt Xiang Guo's sneering, and at the same time, like Guo Mu made a look, the whistling wind continued outside the window for a long time, and the Seven Demons once again set their eyes on the projection.

Chu Qi looked at Xiang Guo and Guo Mu quietly, sneered secretly, squinted at the projection, and didn't want to miss a moment of light and shadow, hoping that Luoyang would kill Guo Feng, or Guo Feng would kill Luoyang.

The current demon clan is like a pool of stagnant water, Chu Qi very much hopes that the death of Luoyang and Guo Feng can become the stone that stirs up waves, he is tired of eating away at the heart demon clan, and wants to defeat the heart demon clan in one fell swoop, and integrate the power of the two clans to point at the heavenly demon.

The emperors take turns, but the Heavenly Demon Clan occupies the throne but is unable to lead the Demon Clan to rise, so it's time to abdicate and make way for Xian!

"Shocking, no, it's hurting!"

Guo Feng's eyes flashed with a streamer, the Ten Directions Shepherd Star Staff moved, urging dozens of spells, purple electric frost and snow, and the flowing flame quagmire all failed, and Luoyang stopped unexpectedly in place, gently pulling the sword flower, and absorbing the sheath.

"It's coming!"

Chu Qi secretly said to himself, the sword drawing technique is to sacrifice everything in exchange for a sword that exhausts the four elephants, since Luoyang has used this technique, presumably the next moment will be the winner and loser.