Stepping out of the cave, Yang Ruofeng said: "Open your eyes wide, look at it." "A sword is slashed, the starlight falls, and the sword shines like a galaxy.

Wang Liying was a little surprised, not to mention that the sword was even more amazing than before, and there was a vast and cold aura that permeated the heavens and the earth, as if facing a whole starry sky. As far as the eye can see, the mountains collapse and the ground cracks, and the stones fly away and the sand flies.

I couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "What a powerful swordsmanship!" Seeing Yang Ruofeng's sassy gaze, he didn't hesitate to praise: "This won't be much weaker than your Four Elephant Array, right?" It seems that your cultivation qualifications are not very good, but your luck is good, and you can get the guidance of this fairy, and your understanding is barely strong." ”

Yang Ruofeng was happy, Wang Liying would even pretend to be invisible, and gave Wang Liying an expectant look, not bad, not bad, very talented, with the style of my year.

Wang Yinuo heard the movement, walked out of the cave, and also praised: "You have a great talent for becoming a sword immortal." ”

Yang Ruofeng smiled and nodded: "You are very discerning, if I can't join the Immortal Sword Pavilion, it will definitely be a loss for the Immortal Sword Pavilion." ”

Wang Yinuo looked at the mess in front of him, and said: "The Sun and Moon Sword Technique is so terrifying, it seems that I was also blinded at the beginning, and the grade of the complete Sun and Moon Sword Technique is definitely higher than the Seven Swords of Cutting the Heavens." ”

Yang Ruofeng shook his head and said seriously: "The Sun and Moon Sword Technique can exert such power, and it is also my profound realm, and my sword cultivation talent is rare in 10,000 years." ”

Wang Liying sneered: "Say you're fat, you're still panting." ”

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After dawn, Yang Ruofeng's heart was like the sky, and he easily attracted the starlight, and successfully cast the starry sword during the day. In the sound of the explosion, he put away his long sword in a chic manner, and walked towards Wang Liying and the others with fluttering sleeves.

Wang Yinuo nodded: "It's a bit of a sword immortal's demeanor." There was some envy in his eyes, but he still couldn't let go of becoming a poisonous cultivator.

Wang Liying refuted: "If you say that, he is going to gasp again." ”

As expected, Yang Ruofeng said in a trembling voice: "I have the heart of a sword immortal, and I have been locked by the dust for a long time, and I will stay until the dust is gone, and I will shine through the mountains and rivers." ”

Wang Liying pursed her lips and waved her hand to drive people away: "Hurry up and cultivate your life and death stick!"

Yang Ruofeng nodded confidently: "Look at me, who is talented, how to cultivate the life and death stick to the end in one day! Wait for my good news, I'll go!"

Running all the way for more than ten miles, Yang Ruofeng, who was searching for spirit beasts, heard the sound of fighting in his ears, accompanied by angry shouts: "I already told you, what else do you want?"

Listening to the voice, it was a little familiar, and Yang Ruofeng had an interesting person in his mind, and smiled, it was really interesting, it turned out that one of them was in trouble.

Slowing down his steps and passing through the dense forest, a flat land full of weeds appeared in front of Yang Ruofeng, and two immortal cultivators were fighting.

One of them had a pointed head and a wide face, a round face, and dark skin, but a burly, muscular and powerful man, dressed in a black animal skin coat and holding a long stick in his hand, like a chimpanzee.

It was an immortal cultivator who entered the seventh mountain canyon and thanked Yang Ruofeng in person at that time, because the realm was at the peak of the foundation building period, and his strength was very good;

But at this moment, he was covered in blood, and he was being pressed and beaten, and he was very embarrassed.

Yang Ruofeng rubbed his chin: "If I'm not mistaken, he should be called King Kong." ”

Opposite King Kong, there was a tall and thin figure, wearing a black mask, and a wide black robe on his body, as if it was a skeleton in it, and his left and right hands each held a scythe that flickered with cold light, and his body was lifeless, like the god of death harvesting human life.

The black-robed man's voice was hoarse: "The immortal art of the seventh mountain is 'indomitable and never retreat'? Do you think I am a three-year-old child?"