With Luo Feng's soul power, how strong his perception is, he heard the conversation between Yuankong and Huoyun Sword Master clearly, and couldn't help sneering in his heart, this Yuankong is really no one in his eyes, but who will regret it, it won't take long for it to come to light. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Gathering his mind, Luo Feng didn't pay any more attention to the two, looked around, and found Jiang Fengfeng and Su Zhuyun in the crowd not far away.

Su Zhuyun smiled and nodded, Jiang Fengfeng stood on a sword, waved his little hand excitedly, ignored the eyes of others, and made a cheering gesture.

Luo Feng smiled and nodded, his mind suddenly moved, he turned his head sideways, and looked to the other side, a fiery red figure jumped into view, it was Mingfeng who had seen him on the sword platform before.

Beside Ming Feng, there are still a few young people, judging from the fluctuation of the breath, the cultivation is very extraordinary, and the lowest one is at least the eighth level of the True Yuan Realm, among the young disciples, it seems to be outstanding and very eye-catching.

Looking at Luo Feng, Ming Feng hesitated slightly, nodded and said hello.

Luo Feng also nodded in response, and then withdrew his gaze.

"Mingfeng, why are you so polite with that kid?"

A male disciple next to him, who was leaning long, wearing green clothes, and had a cold breath, noticed Ming Feng's gaze and asked.

Another Sword Tomb disciple smiled and said, "Senior Sister Mingfeng, do you also want to ask the Sword Table?"

The male disciple in Tsing Yi sneered: "What qualifications does he have to let Ming Feng make a move, we can just come to the stage by one person, and one move can make him end up in a fiasco." ”

"What Senior Brother Lin said is very true. If we go up, won't we be bullying the small with the great? ”

"Hehe, that's not good. It's been a long time since it's been this lively, and I don't want it to end so soon. ”

Several disciples talked and laughed with each other, and they didn't pay any attention to the next competition, as if they were spectators from the outside.

Only Ming Feng never spoke, glanced at Luo Feng, then closed her eyes, and if she looked closely, she could see a little bit of light like a spark, flickering on her skin, so bright.

About half an hour later, the hundred sword masters were already full, some of the hundred people had unruly eyes, some were as gentle as jade, some were childish, some were like children, everyone's appearance and temperament were different, but the aura was extremely terrifying, and Luo Feng couldn't figure out the slightest bit.

And at this moment, the surroundings of the Sword Asking Platform were already covered by sword light, and almost all the disciples of the Sword Tomb rushed over, the number exceeded a thousand, and some of them stared at Luo Feng with a cold gaze.

These Sword Tomb disciples are all masters of comprehending sword intent, and thousands of eyes are gathered, and the momentum generated is also extremely terrifying, and the air has produced slight ripples.

If it were an ordinary person who was watched by so many kendo masters, I am afraid that he would immediately lose his heart and go crazy.

Luo Feng was in a big situation, not affected by his gaze at all, drinking tea calmly, and talking about some things on the rivers and lakes with Mu Qingxue and Yue Haitang.

Seeing this scene, those sword masters who were originally disdainful of Luo Feng couldn't help but have a trace of interest in their eyes.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, the crisp sound of the Holy Sword Peak stopped, and the entire Wenjiantai discussion gradually subsided, the needle drop could be heard, and everyone looked looking forward to it, the next thing was to ask the Jiantai competition!

The sound of the sword fell, and the Nebula Sword Master, who was not far from Luo Feng, got up, stepped out, and the dreamlike figure instantly appeared above the sword platform, a pair of beautiful eyes looked around, and said slowly:

"The reason for this gathering of everyone, I think everyone is clear. Next, Luo Feng, a disciple of the Linglong Hall of the Canglan Dynasty, will compete with the younger generation of disciples of our Sword Tomb, this competition is related to the prosperity of our Sword Tomb, and the stakes are very important, I hope you will each show your real strength, and you must not slack off. In addition, the competition is not a vendetta, everyone please stop at the point, and do not kill the killer. ”

The Nebula Sword Master's voice fell, and the atmosphere of the entire Wenjian Platform suddenly became tense.

The Nebula Sword Lord turned his gaze and looked at Luo Feng with a pair of beautiful eyes.

Mu Qingxue said to Luo Feng: "Go ahead." ”

Luo Feng nodded, got up and wanted to go on stage.

"Luo Feng!"

Yue Haitang stopped Luo Feng, also stood up, looked at him with a pair of eyes, and said, "Be careful." ”

Luo Feng patted Yue Haitang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't let you down." Get ready to enter the Sword Shrine. ”

After speaking, Luo Feng's footsteps were light, and his figure flew out, and where he passed, the air seemed to be cut by the flow of water, rippling, and from the high platform to the sword platform, there was a clear trace visible to the naked eye.

What a light work!

Even if these Sword Tomb disciples had prejudices against Luo Feng, they couldn't help but light up when they saw his hand.

The Nebula Sword Master smiled and said, "Okay, the competition has officially begun, and those who are willing to go on stage can go on stage on their own." ”

Luo Feng stood on the sword platform, his figure straight, his eyes staring at the layers of sword shadows around him.

"I'm coming!"

A clear voice came from the eastern sky.

Followed by!

Brush!

A cyan light stretched in the void, a light breeze swept away, and on the sword platform, a hundred steps away from Luo Feng, a male disciple wearing a blue coat and a silver feather sword appeared at his waist.

"What a fast body, three points faster than that Luo Feng!"

"It turned out to be Qin Li, his light skills have always been excellent, it seems that he saw Luo Feng's body technique just now, and he became competitive. ”

"That's right, this Luo Feng's light skill looks pretty good, attacking his strengths, and then defeating him, this shows the majesty of our Sword Tomb disciples. With Qin Li's light skills, he can definitely win. ”

As the blue-clothed disciple came to the stage, everyone's eyes immediately converged on the sword platform.

Luo Feng only felt that the true yuan in his body was stagnant, and he was a little surprised in his heart, and asked the sword platform to suppress the person with a higher cultivation, and then let the two sides of the competition on the stage, and if the cultivation reached the same realm, he would be suppressed, which means that the other party's cultivation was still below him.

"I'm underestimating ......"

Luo Feng was a little speechless, not knowing whether to be happy or not.

"Your light skills are good, but unfortunately, they will be useless in front of me. Because of my light skills, I am stronger than you!"

The blue-clothed disciple looked proud, shook the long sword in his hand, and layers of snow-bright sword qi were sprinkled on the blade, and then, the sword qi suddenly exploded, and the figure of the blue-clothed disciple disappeared, appearing five steps in front of Luo Feng without warning.

"Defeat!"

With a sneer on his face, the blue-clothed disciple's sword burst out with a condensed sword qi several zhang long, cutting a stunning arc through the void, piercing his shoulder in one fell swoop.

"It's so quick to decide!"

There was a commotion in the room.

"No, that's not the real thing!" a startled voice rang out.

The breeze swept by, and Luo Feng's figure dispersed with the wind and disappeared in place.

"Where's it?"

Before the blue-clothed disciple could rejoice, he fell into the bone-chilling cold.

He didn't even notice how Luo Feng left his sight! As a swordsman with excellent light skills, he knew very well what this meant.

"Flying Feather!"

Unable to grasp Luo Feng's position, the blue-clothed disciple's mind was racing, and he did not hesitate to urge Zhenyuan with all his strength and raise his sword.

Airplanes!

The cyan air flow on the blade of the sword swept endlessly, and he wanted to use a wide range of attacks, one was to defend, and the other was to force Luo Feng in the shadows to appear.

Then.

Brush!

Without warning, the air twisted slightly, and Luo Feng appeared in front of the blue-clothed disciple.

"Ahh

The blue-clothed disciple was startled, and without waiting for the sword momentum to take shape, he forcibly lifted a mouthful of true yuan, slashed down with a sword, and then an irresistible force came head-on, directly blasting the sword gang to pieces.

I only felt a pain in my chest, and the fierce fist force brought him with a sword, and I flew out upside down, and with a bang, I slammed into the cyan light curtain around the sword platform. (To be continued.) )