"It's like if you don't give me that they'll have to go?, but since the layman said so, I'm really too lazy to play. After all, with the goddess Fa Xiang, those disciples of the Wind Chopping Gate and the Qingyue Altar are just local chickens and dogs. But what should we do with the bet?

Yin Hong sneered and opened his mouth very disdainfully.

At this time, the system has already prompted that he has completed the side quest, which can be said to have completely lifted the shackles on his head.

"How do you want to calculate?"

Fei Hong's eyes narrowed.

He felt a sense of fighting intent from Yin Hong.

It's not the same as before.

Although Yin Hong had been provoking him before, he had found a way out and fought with him, but now, he seemed to really want to do it with him.

But why?

Just that bullshit?

"I have a sword, I want to ask the layman for advice, if the layman can take this sword, the 'Falling Star Sword' will be presented with both hands. If the layman can't take it, our previous bet will be calculated according to Nianqing's victory, how about it?"

His eyes flashed slightly, and Yin Hong said slowly.

His tone was not high, but he made the whole room fall into a dead silence.

Everyone couldn't help but look at him blankly.

Disciples and elders of the Wind Slashing Sect.

Qingyue Altar disciples and elders.

Members of the royal family.

Hundred forging doors up and down.

Even everyone in the Canglang Sword Sect!

No one speaks anymore, and even many have forgotten to breathe!

After a long time, the scene erupted from stiffness and depression.

Everyone screamed in disbelief.

"Did I hear me right? Yin Hong is challenging Feihong Jushi?"

"He is so bold about building a foundation!"

"Am I dreaming? What does this Yin Hong want to do? Doesn't he want to live anymore?"

"Crazy! This Yin Hong is absolutely crazy!"

"Isn't it? Fei Hong Monk can slap him to death with one palm, and he actually wants Fei Hong Monk to take his sword?"

"Maybe people are in disguise and want to give away their own sword spectrum?"

"He's not like that!"

"Who knows that?"

......

All kinds of remarks and speculations made the disciples of the Canglang Sword Sect annoyed and hated, and even more puzzled.

They tried to ask Yin Hong what he really thought, but at this moment, Feihong Monk slowly walked out of the crowd: "Yin Hong, are you going to give the sword spectrum to this seat?"

"There is no problem for laymen to understand it this way. But in fact, I just want to understand how big the gap between the innate and the foundation is, so I don't know if the layman is willing to give this face. ”

Yin Hong still chuckled, and walked into the ring leisurely.

Listening to the sharp conversation between the two people, everyone finally calmed down slowly and poured all their attention into the field.

Although they are not optimistic about Yin Hong, they still don't want to miss this kind of grand event that congenitally challenges the foundation building.

"You are so gracious, and this seat is not a mean person, how can you not appreciate it? For a while, if there is the slightest suspicion of dodging in this seat, it will be considered that this seat has lost. ”

Fei Hong Jushi smiled confidently, and as soon as the magic trick in his hand moved, a shining magic sword was buzzing, and the aura fell in front of him!

"It's a flying sword! It's amazing! You don't even need to hold the sword with your hands!"

"Yes! It's much more powerful than that sword piercing Bai Hong! If it really starts, others estimate that they can't even touch the corners of the layman's clothes, so they have to be in a different place. ”

"Isn't it? Thousands of miles away to take the enemy's head!

"This is also thanks to Yin Hong is the attacker, if Feihong Jushi takes the lead, Yin Hong may not be able to stop a move. ”

Yin Hong is also self-aware, otherwise, the end is estimated to be miserable. ”

Everyone's eyes lit up, and their tones were full of envy and reverence for Feihong.

And Yin Hong is as insignificant as dust in their eyes.

"Layman, look at it!"

Yin Hong ignored the contempt of those idlers, he took a deep breath, and then let out a loud shout.

After that, the power of the three outer Dao demon bodies was suddenly infused into his body, causing his whole body to float involuntarily.

And the rippling powerful spiritual pressure made Feihong Layman couldn't help but change his face greatly.

"You...... You've cultivated to the Innate Twelfth Stage!?"

Only then did Feihong realize this, and his face was full of incredulity.

Because according to his understanding, half a year ago, Yin Hong was actually just a wasted person!

Hearing Feihong's exclamation, everyone on the field was stunned again.

"What!?Yin Hong has actually built a foundation in half a step?"

"Oh my God, how did he cultivate, how could he be so strong?"

"It must be a goddess! He must have borrowed the power of a goddess!"

"That makes sense! His goddess fit is so high, he must have borrowed a lot of power from the goddess! No wonder he dares to provoke Feihong Jushi!"

"That's amazing! So, as long as we step up our cultivation, we can be as powerful as him in the future?"

"That's for sure! This Yin Hong just cultivated some days earlier than us. When he is the day when our goddess is perfected, dealing with him is just a backhand!"

"Huh...... That's really exciting!"

After a short period of stunnedness, people exclaimed again, sighed, and even longed.

And on the side of the Canglang Sword Sect, all the disciples also looked at their own head with reverence!

The previous worries have disappeared!

Faintly, they even hoped that Yin Hong could teach this nasty foundation building monk a hard lesson.

- Although they know that the probability is very low!

"Layman, now is not the time for you to be distracted!"

Yin Hong's face was serious, and he actually pinched a strange trick in his hand!

Then, the Canglang Seven Swords suddenly broke away from the hands of the disciples of the Canglang Sword Sect and flew behind Yin Hong, entrenched spiritually.

"This is impossible! Your sword does not contain spiritual rhyme, but is a mortal weapon, how can it be a sword?"

Fei Hong was frightened again.

Not only him, but everyone present was a little puzzled.

Because now the strength that Yin Hong has shown seems to be on par with Feihong laymen!

"Flying swords! Yin Hong can actually fly swords!"

"This is simply incredible! Doesn't it mean that monks can only use magic weapons with spiritual charm? Why can Yin Hong even use any sword?"

"How many secret methods does he have?"

And when everyone was full of puzzlement, the seven swords behind Yin Hong suddenly turned into seven star phantoms!

Immediately, countless sword qi visible to the naked eye suddenly flew out of the ethereal constellation and shot towards the Feihong Monk!

Seven sword qi, seven colors, seven essences, but in the middle of flying, they were actually merged into a bright and dazzling divine sword!

This sword is like substance, and the body of the sword is inlaid with seven gems as dazzling as the sun!

As soon as he came to the front of Feihong Jushi, the oncoming sense of oppression and sharpness made Feihong Jushi couldn't help but take five steps back!

After that, he instigated the whole body True Yuan to launch a white shield in front of him, trying to block the attack of the divine sword.

However, in just one moment, Excalibur easily pierced his shield and continued to stab at him!

Feihong seemed to have been hit by a truck, and the whole person kicked on the ground, plowing out two long footprints, and a mouthful of blood inevitably overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

However, after the Excalibur sank into his chest for half a foot, he finally succeeded in blocking Yin Hong's first round of attacks.

Why the first round?

Because in the rear, in front of Yin Hong, there were countless sword shadows converging towards the seven-star divine sword inserted in his chest!