Hearing this, Lin Fenggang's hand that wanted to pick the "Han Spirit Fruit" suddenly stopped in the air, and his face, which was originally full of joy, instantly became gloomy.

Then Lin Feng turned around and saw that it was actually a disciple of Xiao Xuanzong, Lin Feng couldn't help but think of the inner disciple of Xiao Xuanzong who he encountered in the spirit mine, combined with the first sentence that the two had said, Lin Feng suddenly found that the disciples of Xiao Xuanzong seemed to be so shameless, and he couldn't help but scold in his heart.

Then Lin Feng laughed angrily and said, "Could it be that the disciples of your Little Extreme Sect are so shameless? If you want to snatch the spirit fruit, you can just do it directly, and you have to say a few high-sounding words, this will only make people look down on your Little Xuanzong." ”

After hearing this, the face of the little Xuanzong disciple who was originally smiling couldn't help but sink at this time, and then said: "This Daoist friend of the Little Extreme Sect, you and I can also be regarded as two sects with good relations, if you retreat now, and don't pay attention to Han Lingguo, I can treat you as if you didn't say anything just now, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless, I Feng Ping, as the inner disciple of the Little Xuanzong, should maintain the reputation of the sect." ”

Lin Feng looked at Feng Ping's extremely ordinary face, and couldn't help but think about it, it seemed that when he was observing the people in the team of Xiao Xuanzong that day, he was standing at the top of the team of Xiao Xuanzong's disciples, but Feng Ping's appearance was too ordinary to be found in the pile, and at this time, through his own words, Lin Feng remembered that in fact, Feng Ping's name was still quite famous among the low-level disciples of various sects, after all, the strength of the person who could become the inner disciple of Xiao Xuanzong was still recognized.

Lin Feng also cheered up at this time, because Lin Feng knew that in many cases, fame and strength were still equal, and Lin Feng could not be underestimated.

Saying that, Lin Feng didn't reply to Feng Ping's words, but took out his flying sword and quietly looked at Feng Ping who was standing in the swamp not far away.

After Feng Ping saw Lin Feng take out the flying sword, his whole face was completely gloomy, and then he sneered and said, "I can't do it." ”

Then he also took out his own flying sword, Feng Ping's flying sword was different from Lin Feng's Qingguang Flowing Qingling Sword, the blade of the Qingling Sword was extremely sharp and smooth, while the blade of the flying sword that Feng Ping took out was jagged, and at the same time, the sword body and the hilt were self-contained, as if they were refined from a whole bone of some kind of demon beast.

Lin Feng had the heart to try the strength of the so-called little Xuanzong big disciple, so he took one step to Feng Ping first, and as the Qingling Sword in Lin Feng's hand came out of his hand, it turned into a sharp blue light and slashed towards Feng Ping.

The bone sword in Feng Ping's hand is naturally not a vegetarian, it also turned into a white light, attacking towards Lin Feng, after the two swords collided, they separated in an instant, Lin Feng leaned back to take back his flying sword, and instantly felt a powerful force coming from the flying sword, and the flying sword that had been received in his hand almost got out of his hand, Lin Feng hurriedly used his spiritual power to hold the flying sword firmly in his hand, and at the same time secretly frightened in his heart, only this time he fought each other, Lin Feng knew that this Feng Ping was afraid that it was stronger than any enemy he had encountered before.

At this time, the bone sword also flew back into Feng Ping's hand, Feng Ping watched Lin Feng take his deliberate sword so easily, and he was also a little surprised in his heart, on the surface, Lin Feng is a cultivation of the eighth layer of qi refining, and he has already cultivated to the tenth layer of qi refining, and he deliberately used ten percent of his strength in the sword just now, but he didn't expect the other party to catch it so easily, it seems that his strength is not as weak as he imagined, it seems that he still has to deal with it carefully, otherwise it is still possible to capsize in the gutter.

Although Feng Ping was secretly vigilant against Lin Feng in his heart, he still sneered: "Hmph, if you think that you can compete with me for the Han Spirit Fruit with a high-grade flying sword, then you are too naïve." ”

Saying that, without waiting for Lin Feng to return the mouth, he pinched the hilt of the bone sword in his hand, rushed towards Lin Feng, and then slashed at Lin Feng's throat, Lin Feng saw this and quickly turned sideways, and then quickly raised his left hand holding the Qingling Sword, instantly blocking Feng Ping's fierce blow.

Seeing Lin Feng raise his hand to block his bone sword, a trace of evil smile appeared from the corner of Feng Ping's mouth, and then Feng Ping raised his right palm, which had full spiritual power, towards Lin Feng's chest.

Seeing this, Lin Feng just couldn't let Feng Ping hit his chest, and then Lin Feng's right palm was also connected with spiritual power, only to see two palms full of light cyan spiritual power slammed into the air, and then both of them felt a huge force rebound back, and then quickly separated, only to see Lin Feng push back a few steps, but Feng Ping just twisted his body to unload this force, and suddenly his strength was high, even though Lin Feng was able to exert the strength of ninety percent of his qi refining with his cultivation of refining qi, but when he encountered a monk of the tenth layer of qi refining, he was still inferior。

Lin Feng knew that a hard touch with spiritual power would definitely not be able to defeat Feng Ping, and then he pulled away and drove the Qingling Sword towards Feng Ping again, seeing that Lin Feng actually released the Qingling Sword again and slashed towards him, a cruel smile immediately appeared on the corner of Feng Ping's mouth.

At the same time, he also released his bone sword, and saw that Feng Ping's bone sword slowly grew up the moment it flew out, and the moment it came into contact with the Qingling Sword, it turned into a chain sword that could be bent casually and wrapped around the Qingling Sword, Lin Feng suddenly felt bad when he saw this, and then wanted to recall his Qingling Sword, but at this time it was already too late.

I saw that the bone sword wrapped around the body of the Qingling Sword contracted violently, and the serrations on the blade of the bone sword instantly turned into small and sharp blades that cut fiercely at the Qingling Sword, and then a crisp sound of metal breaking came out, and the Qingling Sword was broken into three straight sections and fell straight from the air to the ground.

Due to the connection between his hearts and minds, Lin Feng also spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth after the Qingling Sword was destroyed.

Looking at Lin Feng who was spurting blood, a trace of fierceness flashed in Feng Ping's eyes, and he did not recall the bone sword in the air, but once again drove the bone sword that had recovered to its original state to stab towards Lin Feng.

Looking at the bone sword that flew towards him immediately after destroying his Qingling Sword, Lin Feng couldn't help but be angry, and then he didn't have time to wipe the blood off the corner of his mouth, and released the "Xuanjia Shield" with a wave of his big hand, as soon as the Xuanjia Shield came out, it easily blocked Feng Ping's bone sword, and then Feng Ping saw that after his bone sword was stabbed on the Xuanjia Shield, he actually turned his head and shot towards him quickly.

Looking at the bone sword that was flying towards him, Feng Ping dodged and re-pinched the bone sword that was launched back in his hand from the side.

Then he stared closely at the shield floating around Lin Feng for a while, and said, "Pseudo-spirit weapon, I really can't imagine that you, a mere eight-layer qi refining cultivator, can actually have a pseudo-spirit weapon. ”

Listening to Feng Ping's words, Lin Feng couldn't help but pout, he was obviously a spiritual weapon, but it was just a big loss due to broken spirituality. However, at this time, Lin Feng didn't have the heart to argue with him, due to his carelessness, the Qingling Sword had been destroyed, he had fallen into an extremely passive state, and his own cultivation was not as good as Feng Ping, it could be seen that the situation at this time was extremely unfavorable for him, and he urgently needed to think of a way to defeat the other party.

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