"The end, what's the end?" Lu Ben was still puzzled in his heart, and he heard a "snap" behind him.

It is the sound of a folding fan closing.

There was only the sound of a fan closing.

Lu Ben really felt something, and turned around suddenly, and at the same time, a momentum suddenly rose from him, Ling Yuan Eight Grades, Heavenly Might, Sword Intent, Reigning in All Directions.

Suddenly, he heard a sound of praise, still behind him.

"When?" Lu Ben was shocked in his heart, he didn't even realize when Fu Hao arrived behind him.

Lu Benzhen turned his right hand, and Zhang Xu sword qi burst out from the Qingfeng sword, and went straight behind him.

At the same time, he took advantage of the momentum and volleyed into the air, swept his body into the air, and turned and slashed down.

It is another sword aura, above board, so the enemy is not close.

Swinging two swords one after another, Lu Benzhen did not stop, two golden rays of light shot out from his eyes, and the invincible sword intent seemed to be substantial, and it was unleashed again.

In an instant, Lu Benzhen made three moves and four swords, and the moves contained his swordsmanship, his faith, and his pride.

He is confident that no eighth rank can still stand under such an offensive, and even if the ninth rank is caught off guard, he will be injured.

When he dealt with Gu Yuanzhi before, he had the heart to show mercy to his subordinates, but this time he used all his strength.

The four sword intents, intertwined and fused, the emperor's heavenly might, rolling in, crushed towards Fu Hao.

Fu Hao also had to marvel, this Lu Benzhen still had two hits.

Not to mention anything else, just take the move of shooting out the sword light from the pupils of his eyes, Fu Hao has seen the Qingfeng Sword Master perform it in the abyss of the famous Bu, not to mention the power for the time being, it can indeed be regarded as a pretending magic technique.

When a sword light shoots out of his eyes, it looks very powerful!

Shuai Jian Sword Intent Who can kill people invisibly, but no one sees it, just a little more mystery and awe, and it is not as big as the impact of this pupil sword technique.

Therefore, Fu Hao decided that he would have to find a way to do such a move when he was free.

But for now, the current Qingfeng Sword Master must be given enough respect.

Fu Hao took a long time, the golden light in his eyes flickered, and the four sword lights became extremely slow in his eyes.

He put the fan away, straightened his clothes, and raised his right hand into a fist.

There was a jade light gathering in his right hand, and when the four sword lights came in front of him, he gently pushed forward.

The sword of heavenly power meets the fist of domineering, which is stronger and weaker?

A sneer appeared at the corner of Lu Benzhen's mouth, no one had ever dared to pick up his sword light empty-handed, let alone the Qingfeng sword in his hand.

But then, his eyes widened.

That fist was crystal clear, and it seemed insignificant before the sword light. But it was this seemingly insignificant punch that shattered his backhand sword, shattered his volley and slashed, and then the invincible sword intent also collapsed.

The speed of this fist has not decreased at all, as if entering a no-man's land, the three moves and four swords that Lu Benzhen is proud of are like paper paste, and they cannot be stopped.

The emperor's heavenly power is mighty, and his domineering fist intent is unparalleled in the world.

Lu Benzhen's mind was blank, and he doubted himself for the first time.

Just when he hesitated, a hand appeared in front of him, and Lu Benzhen instinctively stabbed out with a sword.

The blade of the sword is halfway out, and it can no longer be advanced.

Lu Benzhen's already frustrated self-confidence collapsed even more, and what he saw today was beyond his imagination.

Because there were two fingers at the tip of the sword, and the fingers gently clamped the sword body, Lu Benzhen felt that there was a big mountain in front of him.

No matter how hard he tried, the Qingfeng sword did not move.

Fu Haoqu flicked his finger on the sword, and the indestructible Qingfeng sword bent into a strange arc, and Lu Benzhen couldn't hold the hilt of the sword when he was in the power of the shock.

The Blue Blade Sword came out of his hand.

Fu Hao took his right hand, and the long sword flew towards him, and when he passed by, he held it casually, and it was the hilt of the sword.

The sword is three feet long, the blade is green, indestructible, and nothing is broken, and it is a three-foot green edge.

Fu Hao shook the sword body lightly, and a crisp sword groan sounded.

"It's a good sword!"

Fu Hao sincerely admired, he didn't use a sword, but he knew that it was a peerless sword.

This matter is like seeing a pile of gold, silver and jewelry, and instinctively thinks that it will be very valuable, just like when he sees Jiang Cai'er, he knows at a glance that it is the person he likes.

Stand to reason.

Lu Benzhen watched in a daze as Fu Hao held the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, and at this moment he had an illusion.

Standing before him was not a man, but a god.

The sword is a three-foot green edge, a divine soldier, and a man descends into the world as a god, and it is indestructible.

Fu Hao only needs to stand there, no need to swing his sword, Qingfeng sings to himself, and an indescribable momentum rises from him, this momentum can ask the sky, can cut the ground, can be Lingfan, can be peerless......

You can be invincible, you can be free, you can be detached......

It seems that he is the true master of the Qingfeng Sword, and the Qingfeng Sword in his hand is the most comfortable.

Lu Benzhen had a strange desire at the moment, he desperately hoped that Fu Hao could swing a sword, which must be the strongest sword in the world.

Fu Hao raised his head and looked at Lu Benzhen, who was stunned, and said with a smile: "Come and don't be rude, did you cut off the little junior brother's horse chopping knife?"

Lu Benzhen came back to his senses, and he vaguely guessed what Fu Hao was going to do.

But he wasn't worried.

First, he felt that Fu Hao was reluctant, any master would want to take it for himself when he saw such a divine weapon, where would he want to destroy it;

Fu Hao raised the sword sideways and folded his right hand hard. I saw that the sword body was almost bent into a semicircle, but there was still no sign of breaking it.

Fu Hao sighed lightly, this material is really novel.

It seems that in order to break this sword, you need some real skills.

Reminiscent of the rebound caused by the flick of the sword body just now, and the slow force of the sword body, but the sword body can gradually adapt to the slow bending, Fu Hao guessed that this material may have strong adaptability.

In other words, it has to be a sudden force to break it.

Seeing that Fu Hao seemed to be in deep thought, Lu Benzhen was slightly relieved.

"It's not a god after all......"

At this moment, Fu Hao lifted the Qingfeng sword upside down in his left hand, the hilt of the sword was below, the sword body was on the top, and his right hand became a knife, and he slashed at the sword body.

A jade light lit up.

A crisp voice rang out.

The Blue Blade Sword, broken.

Lu Benzhen's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe all this in front of him.

Fu Hao stood on the ground with the remnant sword in his left hand, and with a flick of his right hand, half of the sword body shot out towards Lu Benzhen.

The blade of the sword was nailed to Lu Benzhen's right leg.

Before Lu Benzhen could come back to his senses, he was unsteady on his feet and was about to fall to the ground.

Then, there were two crisp fractures, and Lu Benzhen's arms hung down weakly.

Lu Benzhen sat on the ground with a pale face, panting and looking at Fu Hao in front of him.

He felt the same feeling as the boy before, and he hadn't felt this pain for some time.

Lu Benzhen's lips pursed slightly, as if he had something to say.

Fu Hao looked at him and said, "I want to know why I didn't kill you?"

Lu Benzhen nodded with difficulty.

Fu Hao sighed, his gaze skimmed over him and looked back, his eyes softened.

"Someday, he'll beat you with his own hands. All I can do is ask for some interest. ”

(End of chapter)