"Nine turns into one, you can really retreat from the enemy, who are you?" Fujiwara Kenzaburo stood up straight, pointed at the ground with a horizontal knife, stared at Luo Changfeng in front of Luo Feng, and asked in a deep voice in that awkward official language.

Luo Changfeng didn't answer his words, but Luo Feng's title explained Luo Changfeng's identity.

"Uncle Wind Void. ”

Luo Changfeng tilted his head slightly and said, "You retreat first." ”

"Yes. ”

Fujiwara Kenzaburo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "It turns out that you are the new closed disciple of Lu Dongbin." ”

Luo Changfeng's eyes were cold, and Yuan Wei pointed at Fujiwara Kenzaburo, and said sharply: "The name of the family teacher is secret, how can you be called a foreign barbarian." ”

As Luo Changfeng's long sword pointed at him, Fujiwara Kenzaburo only felt that a sharp qi machine locked on him, as if an invisible sword had reached the center of his eyebrows, making the corners of his eyes jump wildly.

The air around him began to become heavy and viscous, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Kenzaburo Fujiwara was alarmed in his heart, and under the sympathy of the qi machine, he couldn't help but make a hasty move.

Kenzaburo Fujiwara, who had always held a knife in one hand, changed to holding a knife in both hands, and slashed at Luo Changfeng with a shout.

"Buzz"

Unlike Luo Feng, who faced a sharp drop in strength, Kenzaburo Fujiwara did not dare to slack off in the slightest in front of Luo Changfeng, and he was ten out of ten skills as soon as he made a move.

A long blood-red sword qi swept away at Luo Changfeng with a roaring wind.

A fierce and desolate evil aura suddenly overwhelmed it, as if no matter what stood in front of this sword qi, it would be cut through, without exception.

"Hmph. However, in the face of this domineering blood-red sword qi, Luo Changfeng just snorted coldly with disdain, as if he didn't take this terrible sword qi in his eyes at all, and didn't intend to resist it at all.

And the fact is that at some point, an invisible aura has enveloped his body, and the aura of heaven and earth surges down, quickly merging with Luo Changfeng's true qi that has penetrated out of his body.

The aura was layered on top of each other, constantly rotating, but not rotating in the same direction, but rotating according to the laws of clockwise, counterclockwise, clockwise, and counterclockwise, as if there were many large and small grinding discs around him.

Pure Yang Jue, Xuanjian Transformation Potential, Zhenshan River.

When that terrifying sword qi slashed two feet in front of Luo Changfeng, it just disappeared, without roaring, without eruption, and just disappeared silently.

Fujiwara Kenzaburo said with an ugly face: "Zhenshanhe, carving insect skills, you can only block my blow." ”

As he spoke, his body moved, and he retreated three or four feet backwards again, he knew very well that this move Zhenshan River could only last for about three breaths before dissipating on its own, as long as he avoided these three breaths, the other party would lose this turtle shell.

"Really?" Luo Changfeng Shi Ran walked towards Fujiwara Kenzaburo step by step, seemingly not caring about the duration of his Zhenshan River, "Then let's have a good experience, what is despair!"

Drinking these words, Luo Changfeng's eyes flashed, his body leaned forward, and suddenly turned into a phantom and rushed towards Fujiwara Kenzaburo.

So fast!

Fujiwara Kenzaburo's face changed a few points further, and his true qi ran wildly, exerting his body technique to the extreme, leaving an afterimage of the Dao in the air, dodging Luo Changfeng's attack.

A pure yang disciple with the aura of Zhenshan River, unless his martial arts are high enough to easily accept all the opponent's moves, he can't fight hard at all.

Because if you make a move against him, whether it is strength or strength, it will not reach the opponent at all, and it will be consumed by the aura, and the opponent does not need to defend, just attack with all his strength.

However, slowly, Fujiwara Kenzaburo's mind began to become unstable, because since he slashed out the knife, five or six breaths have passed now, and the aura on the other party's body has not dissipated at all.

What's going on? Isn't Zhenshanhe no matter how high or low his skill is, he can only maintain three breaths, without exception? How can this be?

In the process of dodging, Fujiwara Kenzaburo tried to slash Luo Changfeng, but he was still worn out in an instant, and he couldn't get within two feet of the opponent at all.

And because of his move, the dodge action was half a beat slower, and the opponent seized the opportunity and slashed his sword in the chest, creating a wound that was only half an inch deep but half a foot long.

After a while, Fujiwara Kenzaburo finally understood that the other party did not do his best at all, otherwise he would have died a long time ago, and the other party was grinding himself with a cat-and-mouse mentality, making himself gradually desperate and even collapse.

Fujiwara Kenzaburo was right, Luo Changfeng was indeed grinding him, and he didn't want him to die so happily.

This guy has engaged in so many conspiracies and tricks, killed so many martial arts people in the Central Plains, and secretly murdered Chunyang against his senior brother Xie Yunliu.

Although Kenzaburo Fujiwara figured out the other party's purpose, he still rose to despair, the other party was able to maintain the aura of Zhenshanhe all the time, and looking at his state, the consumption did not seem to be large.

In the face of this kind of situation where others can only beat themselves, and they can't beat others, everyone will despair.

Fujiwara Kenzaburo was in a state of confusion, and Luo Changfeng unfolded his Tai Chi aura again, and his speed suddenly dropped sharply, and he could no longer display that agile and fast body technique.

"Qiang Qiang...... Sneer......"

"Hmm......"

"Ding...... Who......"

"Uh......"

Luo Changfeng unfolded the Pure Yang Sword Technique to his heart's content, and verified everything he had learned on Fujiwara Kenzaburo, but he controlled the output and would never kill him all at once.

In a moment, Fujiwara Kenzaburo was already scarred, and it wasn't until a kind voice sounded behind Luo Changfeng that he was relieved.

"Apprentice, give him a good time!"

Luo Changfeng looked back and saw that he didn't know when, Lu Dongbin and the five senior brothers and sisters appeared on the sword platform and stood in front of Luo Feng.

They naturally saw that Luo Changfeng was using Kenzaburo Fujiwara to hone his swordsmanship.

It's a pity that Fujiwara Kenzaburo's martial arts are not strong, and at this time he is already confused, and there is no point in fighting any longer, it can only be regarded as torture and killing.

After all, Pure Yang is a sect of cultivators, and it hurts the heavens and the peace if he abuses and kills the enemy like this.

"Yes, Master. Luo Changfeng responded, turned to look at Kenzaburo Fujiwara who was bowing a few feet away and gasping for breath, Yuan Wei pointed Xuan in front of him, and a sharp aura that tore through the sky condensed on him.

At this moment, it was as if Luo Changfeng's whole person had turned into a peerless divine sword, full of the momentum of moving forward and swearing not to return if he did not kill the enemy.

The next moment, Luo Changfeng leaned forward, and the whole person rose into the air, with Yuanwei Finger Xuan as the tip of the sword, and his body as the sword body, shooting towards Fujiwara Kenzaburo.

In Fujiwara Kenzaburo's pupils shrunk into needletips, what he saw was not Luo Changfeng's figure, but a sharp giant sword.

When the thought of dodging just rose in his mind, Luo Changfeng had already passed through his body with a sword, pierced through his back, and then disappeared without a trace.

But there was no wound on Kenzaburo Fujiwara's chest, as if the giant sword that was about to pierce the sky was just an illusion.