The sun is falling in the west, and the area of the Black Dragon Pass is full of black smoke and miasma, making a mess.

Chen Yuanfang and Xiao Xiangfeng in mid-air have borrowed their strength three times, nearly a hundred feet above the ground, but they are still rising at a rapid pace, not caring whether they will fall from a high place. It seems that as long as he has not reached the top of the clouds, he will never hand out a sword.

The higher the monks in the world, the more they will have a sense of shortening. Some people say that the broadening of the horizon will open the mind at the same time. Some people also say that all these things are people whose Dao hearts are not calm enough and rely on external objects indiscriminately.

Most of those who do not have this kind of real feeling are skeptical, and those who are scolded for not being able to eat grapes and saying that grapes are sour abound.

But one thing is undeniable, there are people who do break through the realm with this. This is the case with the well-known day ascension. Those who have cultivated enough to the realm suddenly feel something, so they rise from the ground. The vision of heaven and earth manifested and became known.

Chen Yuanfang didn't have any move to break through the realm, but wanted to get rid of unnecessary distractions and distractions and make a sword at the peak of his state.

After ten times of borrowing, the two finally stopped climbing and paused for a moment at three hundred miles, and now there were thousands of miles of magnificent mountains and rivers.

Chen Yuanfang, who was carrying the clouds and sun, kept spitting his spiritual power, and after pinching the trick with both hands, there was a bronze-colored thick straight sword, which seemed to be difficult to choose between virtual and real, hanging in front of him. In an instant, it turned into hundreds of sharp swords covering the sky and the sun, and it was very sharp.

The drizzle didn't know when it would stop, and in an instant, the sea of clouds intertwined with black and red was churning, and a large area was scattered by the pure sword qi of the young man in black and red clothes.

The Fuong Sect is a great sect in Shizhou for thousands of years, and there are countless precious classics of various paths of the immortal family in it. The three major treasures are even more uncultivateable, and what Chen Yuanfang used was one of them, Xingwei Hanging Sword Record.

Emphasizing the height of the sky, I hang my sword everywhere, and discipline you with a thorn in your back. No matter how you hide, if you look up at the enemy, you will have nothing to hide.

Hundreds of swords of all kinds were raised upward, and the blades of the swords were aimed at the opponent, as if they were falling down at any time to take their lives.

Xiao Xiangfeng, who was also pausing three hundred zhang from the ground, pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and with a little force, he held a sword flower with one hand.

Raising his eyelids, he saw the sharp long sword on his head like raindrops moving money, and pouted: "Such a majestic momentum, I don't know where Xu Qingjing's face came from, fighting with you for the first"!

Chen Yuanfang frowned, but ignored the compliment, and instead asked: "You only use this"?

As early as the first time they met, Chen Yuanyi heard from the elders of Baihu that Xiao Xiangfeng had two swords. At this time, he only saw one of them, which made him very uncomfortable!

Those who use swords must do their best when competing with swords, which is an unwritten rule of the sword. He didn't believe that this most brilliant disciple of Baihu really didn't know anything about the world?

Xiao Xiangfeng pursed his lips, deaf to this, the scabbard disappeared in his hand, his left hand put his fingers together, slowly crossed the sword body, and then said: "Sword name, rivers and lakes"!

Chen Yuanfang put away his previous emotions and soothed his body and mind. Suddenly, I was a little annoyed, as a person who uses a sword, I actually feel that a person's strength depends on how much I use a sword!

Xiao Xiang made this move, and he was clearly saying that not only him, Chen Yuanfang, was a pure swordsman!

Jianghu affairs, Jianghu sword, Jianghu decision.

The two of them no longer paused, and at the same time fell straight down in mid-air, and the hundreds of sharp swords that seemed to be hanging on the canopy of the sky all fell, and the long swords leaned against the sky for thousands of miles, endlessly.

The bronze long sword called the Hidden Fence was also held in Chen Yuanfang's hand by Chen Yuanfang at this time, the blade of the sword was horizontal in front of his chest, and the whole person rushed out.

At that time, the Fuweng Sect was still called the Fuongjian Sect, and it sat firmly in the position of the largest sect in Shizhou, and countless immortal sects were overwhelmed. Later, a cross-continent battle took away a sword word, and the entire Origin continent was scolded. Wen Liangshan took the opportunity to rise, and now, he can compete with the Fuweng Sect who lost the sword word.

But the loser does not lose the battle, the donkey does not fall, and its entire mountain gate still retains some of the years of accumulation of the sword. Although Chen Yuanfang wears the hat of the third in Shizhou, he is the most promising junior of the Fuongzong to regain the sword character.

Although Xu Qingjing steadily overwhelmed Chen Yuanfang at the beginning, he was never looked at by the Fuweng Sect. It's just a person who walks the edge of the sword, and the immortal road is long, but it is getting narrower and narrower. In a battle that will last for centuries, it is not enough to be considered an opponent.

At the beginning, the sword competition in Baihu was said to be a junior fight, but it was the result of discussions between the two high-level leaders.

The Floating Weng Sect needs to find out whether the strangeness of the sudden birth will be the great enemy of the future, and Baihu wants to use this news as a conspicuous firework in the present world. As a result, a girl made the city stormy, and it was ridiculous.

Hundreds of long swords roared, Xiao Xiangfeng held the rivers and lakes that were not outstanding, and touched one of them, and the first long sword that came dissipated.

Then he waved one after another, and the figure was extremely fast, no matter how tricky the angle was, it was invisible without any surprise.

This swordsman, who was born in Baihu but has not intended to practice any swordsmanship, is concise and clear in one move.

Chen Yuanfang's eyes froze, this seemingly ordinary block is indeed not simple. Those long swords are all unavoidable, and if you are someone else, not to mention breaking them up, you will already be anxious to ponder the trajectory.

Not to mention the right amount of strength, even in this extremely rapid action, from time to time to use force to save effort, and deal with it freely.

The two were already very close, Chen Yuanfang hooked the corners of his mouth, and used the qi machine to pull the remaining long sword. It was originally a swift long sword, but its speed increased again and its strength became heavier. And he, at the same time, handed out a sword.

The previous sword was hung in the sky, and whether it can win or not depends on what God means. With this sword, he wants to grasp the matter of winning or losing in his own hands.

This kind of method, from one of the three secret collections of the Fuong Sect, the Taibai Surplus Sword Codex, was used in the hands of Chen Yuanfang, fierce and indomitable.

Chen Yuanfang, who has never been smiling, is so strong and domineering in the sword competition.

Xiao Xiangfeng casually knocked a long sword in his hand, smiled, and wiped it lightly with his left hand. The aura turned into dozens of long swords that had just dissipated was all borrowed by him, and it appeared on the body of the Jianghu sword at this moment, gradually intertwined, and slashed down in the flash of inspiration, heading straight for Chen Yuanfang.

The remaining thirty long swords hanging in the canopy fell at the same time, and they arrived in a blink of an eye.

The two of them fell at great speed, and both of them fell backwards. They all quickly stabilized their bodies and stopped abruptly at two hundred feet.

Xiao Xiangfeng's light blue shirt was a little tattered, and he was very embarrassed. The palm and the tiger's mouth were cracked, and blood dripped down. But he didn't stop there, his spiritual power was agitated, and he rushed towards Chen Yuanfang.

In the blink of an eye, there are countless changes in the sword style, which is dazzling. The sword collided violently with each other, and the huge force fought against each other, causing the surrounding spiritual power to fluctuate extremely violently, and the two of them also flew upside down.

Xiao Xiangfeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his wrist shook slightly, and a sword light that did not belong to him bloomed, flew out of his body, and turned into aura and scattered. coughed violently twice, and said helplessly: "I thought you were a rectum, but I didn't expect you to be quite yin, hanging on the sword, and falling into your way."