The Extreme Realm Sword Cultivation strikes a blow, and it is not idle.

No one was optimistic about this young man who dared to ask the sword envoy of the Ten Thousand Swords Stone Forest.

Those who do not measure themselves will naturally die innocently.

However, the golden-robed young man who flew out upside down and hit the rock wall at the mouth of the canyon did not die.

The misty light shrouded the young man's head like a bronze bell, and the lightning-like sword light shattered, but it did not hurt the golden-robed young man in the slightest.

There was a sneer from the crowd on the outside.

What kind of skill is this, fighting treasures?

Ning Baifeng naturally ignored these, and didn't even check the jade crown on his head, so he rushed out directly like thunder, and there were afterimages behind him.

Although the first blow fell to the disadvantage, and even in the eyes of outsiders, it was already a premonition before the fiasco, but Ning Baifeng was not discouraged at all.

Defending has never been his style of opponents, and only by taking the initiative to attack can he fight for the best chance for himself.

A figure was like a sharp sword, piercing the man in green clothes on the stone tablet.

In mid-air, the eighteen sharp swords suspended around Cao Lu's body immediately split into two, piercing the cold wind and attacking the young man.

Ning Baifeng, who was rushing forward, had already expected it, his eyes had been staring at the other party's every move, and at the moment when the two sharp swords flew out, he silently thought in his heart, "Chixiao." ”

A red ray swept out of the bamboo tube.

There were several crisp sounds, and Chimang and the two sharp swords kept colliding, and sparks flew everywhere.

Flying swords outside the body!

Everyone on the lookers from a distance was quite surprised, and they didn't expect that the golden-robed young man was actually a swordsman who was rushing to sword cultivation.

The man in Tsing Yi looked at him slightly.

Interesting.

Ning Baifeng's speed did not stop, and when he was close to the stone pillar, he stomped on the ground with his right foot, his body soared into the sky, and the square staff in his hand pointed to the sky and struck a blow.

Sword cultivation is known for its speed, whether it is the natal flying sword, or the flying sword outside the body, or even, the portable sword with the qi control sword, the speed is extremely fast, so the sword suspended next to Cao Lu moves instantly.

More than a dozen sharp swords stabbed out.

The first sword slammed into the head of the staff and was bounced out, followed by the second, followed by several swords that seemed to be connected in a line.

The golden-robed young man's attack was like a bamboo.

However, when he hit the seventh sword, Ning Baifeng's upward speed was slowed down, colliding with the eighth sword, and his indomitable momentum was contained, and his body paused in the air for a short time, and then, the ninth sword was like thunder, and it hit the front of the free staff.

There was a bang.

The tip of the sword collided with the head of the staff, and an astonishing wave of qi erupted.

The golden-robed young man in mid-air was hit hard by this blow, and then the sharp sword was pressed against the tip of the short staff, and he rushed straight forward.

The golden-robed young man stepped on the ground steadily, his body was slid out upside down by the sword, and the extremely hard ground that had been invaded by the wind blade for many years was ploughed out by his feet into two ravines, several feet long.

On the high platform of the temporary cave mansion of Dingjian Pavilion, the woman in palace costume was also paying attention to this sword.

Although he did not have a good impression of this young man at first sight, it is undeniable that this person is amazingly courageous, and he still dares to ask the stronger one for the sword even though he knows that he is invincible, and this heart is extraordinary.

Just ask how many people can do what they know they can't do.

However, no matter how good the heart is, it still needs to speak with facts, the woman in the palace costume is not optimistic about this young man, the sword bearer asks the sword, compared to the sword qi and momentum, in terms of potential alone, the sword makes Cao Lu already invincible.

Everything in the world has traces to follow, and the Ten Thousand Swords Stone Forest, known as the Ten Thousand Swords, has an amazing name, and therefore, the sword cultivation of the Ten Thousand Swords Stone Forest has the most profound understanding of the potential.

At this moment, Cao Lu is condescending, eighteen sharp swords continue to attack, and hundreds of sharp swords on the periphery are surrounded by a fence, and the golden-robed young man has fallen into the opponent's sword momentum, like a trapped sword cage, wanting to get out of trouble, unless a sword breaks through.

But is it possible?

Admittedly,

The momentum of the golden-robed young man's blow in the air just now is indeed amazing, if he really comprehends the sword momentum, it is very likely to break Cao Lu's condescending momentum, but he was also knocked back by the sharp sword of the front stab, and the indomitable momentum was broken, and people with poor hearts were easy to lose their hearts because of this blow, and the whole person's sword heart was covered with dust and sank.

Even if the golden-robed young man is not down-spirited and full of sword intent, how can that sword qi fight.

Cao Lu has already been in the sword billet realm, and is even about to break into the sword immortal, the sword qi in his body is extremely pure, even if he presses the realm to the sword potential realm of the third realm of the swordsman, his sword qi is still strong, and now the eighteen sharp swords besieging the youth are Cao Lu's sword with qi.

How can a real swordsman in the lower three realms be able to match.

On the whole, the golden-robed young man's sword momentum has been lost, and the sword qi is far from the same, and the final result can only be the collapse of the sword intent of Zhihai, and the lifelong avenue is hopeless.

The palace woman sighed softly.

In front of the mouth of the canyon, Ning Baifeng, who was in a backward position, let out a soft shout, stomped on the ground with his right foot, the gravel collapsed, and the whole person immediately stopped retreating, and then the swimming staff in his hand instantly exploded seven bamboo joints, intercepting all the swords that came from the attack.

In mid-air, a red light flickered, and seven bamboo knots kept wandering around his body, blocking the eighteen sharp swords of the siege.

Eight against eighteen, it seems to be evenly matched, but in reality it is not.

At this moment, the two were separated by more than ten zhang, and the man in Tsing Yi attacked with a sword, and the young man in the golden robe who was still fighting could only defend, which showed the strength of his sword energy.

The spectators outside the sword fence shook their heads and sighed, in their opinion, the golden-robed youth was already in danger.

If it goes on like this, how can the sword qi withstand consumption, and defeat is a matter of time.

Ning Baifeng stood in the middle of the cage besieged by eighteen sharp swords, his face calm.

At the beginning of asking the sword, he had already imagined the pressure he would encounter, so this disadvantage in front of him would not affect his mentality at all, even if the Finger Heaven style blow was knocked back, he didn't feel it at all, although the Finger Heaven style blow was to hit the head of the whole body spirit and spirit condensation staff, and after receiving a frontal blow, it was easier to make people discouraged, but Ning Baifeng had fought against Su Lao countless times, and his heart had already been beaten extremely tough.

One blow was repulsed, just a trifle.

Suddenly, Ning Baifeng stretched out his hand and quickly reached out, and when he withdrew it, he held a sharp sword with a flickering cold light in his hand.

On the stele, the man in Tsing Yi was slightly stunned and sighed lightly.

It's a bit interesting to grab a sword in the middle of the battle.

The man in Tsing Yi moved his fingers, and another sharp sword flew out of the outer sword fence, merging into the dozen or so sharp swords besieging it.

A woman dressed in palace clothes on the high platform, with slightly raised willow eyebrows.

Shameless cheating?

But when his gaze fell on the golden-robed young man's hand, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Ning Baifeng held the sword, after weighing it slightly, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and in the blink of an eye, his body suddenly moved, and the sword in his hand smashed away from the besieging sword in front of him in a ground-cutting style, and then knocked these sharp swords away one by one in a blocking style, and his body even pulled out four afterimages, as if the four of them were fighting against the sword.

In the cold wind, the sound of tinkling is endless, the swords collide, and sparks fly.

The people watching from the outside of the sword fence were amazed.

is to marvel at the strength of the man in Tsing Yi to control the sword, and also to marvel at the means of the young man in the golden robe is not weak.

At the same time, I kept asking myself how to deal with this kind of battle and what the outcome would be.

Some people have a look of disdain on their faces, some people have a solemn face, and some people have a blank face.

In the middle of the battlefield.

More than a dozen sharp swords are like deadly flying locusts, constantly flying and attacking.

Ning Baifeng's hand kept stopping, and his eyes fell on the man in Tsing Yi, who had not moved at all on the stone tablet, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

Standing here and fighting against consumption is not a long-term solution.

Quietly, a sharp sword struck straight to the left chest from the side.

The sharp sword in Ning Baifeng's hand flipped over, smashed the sharp sword and flew out, taking advantage of this gap, the sharp sword in his hand smashed away several sharp swords in front of him in a ground-cutting style, and the whole person got out of trouble.

Then, the whole person rushed straight towards the sword fence.

The woman in palace clothes on the high platform lost her mind slightly, is this to escape?

There was an immediate burst of sneer from the crowd watching the battle from the periphery.

If you can't beat it, you can run, it's very high-spirited.

Ning Baifeng didn't pay any attention to this, and strode forward, the sharp sword behind him chased closely, and the seven bamboo knots and the red mangs continued to block, but they still couldn't stop them all, and there were still several sharp swords attacking the young man's back.

Ning Baifeng had already felt the sharpness of the sword behind him, but he still didn't care about it, and the smoke and rain under his feet moved with all his might, and the afterimages continued.

The sharp sword pierced through the afterimages one after another, and chased closely.

Outside the sword fence, a pair of young men and women saw the golden-robed figure rushing straight towards them, and immediately retreated sideways, but before they could take three steps back, a strong wind came towards them, making people breathless.

Immediately after, the golden-robed figure slashed in front of him and ran along the sword fence.

A sharp sword kept shooting out of the hand of the golden-robed young man, stabbing at the man in green clothes on the stone tablet.

Those watching the battle wondered, where did these swords come from?

The man and woman who were just about to back down looked down, and the woman exclaimed, "Sword Fence!"

This sentence was extremely abrupt and resounded in all directions.

The unknown person immediately looked at the golden-robed young man who kept running and throwing out his sword, and then his eyes fell on the outer sword fence, and then he showed a sudden realization.

It turned out that the golden-robed young man ran along the sword fence, and even pulled out all the sharp swords inserted in the ground, and then threw them out like arrows.

A cold wind blew everywhere he passed, and there was not a sharp sword on the ground.

When the first sword flew in, the man in Tsing Yi just stretched out his right hand, waved his sword finger lightly, like chasing flies, knocked the sword away, hit the ground heavily, and inserted it into the open space under the stone stele, and the subsequent sword was the same, it was knocked down by the sword finger and stuck on the ground.

For a while, the golden-robed figure on the edge of the sword fence ran rapidly, and the sharp sword flew continuously.

The man's sword on the stele commanded the movement, and to put it mildly, the sword all fell on the ground below the stele.

In just a few dozen breaths, hundreds of sharp swords were all pulled up, and the sword fence no longer existed.

The man in Tsing Yi frowned slightly, and his sword fingers kept stopping.

A sharp sword fell like rain and filled the stone monument all around.

Ning Baifeng pulled out the last sharp sword and silently thought in his heart, "Three hundred and twenty." ”

He didn't throw out the last sword, but the whole person rushed straight towards the stone tablet again.

The woman in palace clothes on the high platform nodded faintly, and the young man in the golden robe was indeed smart.

The outer sword fence was originally a sword momentum created by the man in Tsing Yi, standing on the stone tablet and not moving, but in fact it was the center of this sword momentum.

However, at this moment, the golden-robed young man went the opposite way, ignoring the man in green clothes on the stone tablet, and instead ran to the periphery to draw his sword and throw it.

This seemed to the unknown people watching the battle from the outside, and it was completely a death struggle.

But the woman in the palace costume knew that it seemed that it was just these long swords that had moved their positions, and were pulled out by the golden-robed youth, thrown, and then shot down around the stone tablet, and that's it.

In fact, there is another thing implied, the sword fence has been broken.

Suddenly, a deafening shout resounded in front of the canyon, and the sound pierced through the clouds and cracked the rocks.

"Up!"

The golden-robed young man stomped on the ground heavily, rushed forward and instantly raised his figure, followed the sword, and pointed to the sky with one blow!

However, this amazing blow was only the beginning, and the next scene left everyone stunned.

With the shouting of the golden-robed young man and the sudden rise of his body, under the stone stele, all the sharp swords scattered in all directions rose in response.

Three hundred and nineteen sharp swords were suspended in the air, like a forest of swords.

The golden-robed young man stabbed at the top of the stone tablet with the momentum of a hundred swords.

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