"I don't mention a sword with a sword, and the sword shines in the sky!"

A light sigh, a low groan, and suddenly, a foot-long blue sword roared out from Jiang Feng's long sword.

It was like a spirit snake spitting out letters, trembling and swaying, uneven.

"The sword is full of energy, and the sword is full of qi!"

Huang Rong has been carefully cultivated by Huang Yaoshi since she was a child, although she has never seen a first-class master in the rivers and lakes before, but under the influence of her ears and eyes, she also has some understanding of the various powers of the world's top masters.

The ability of sword qi is also a first-class top kung fu in the realm of martial arts in the world that Huang Yaoshi has commented on in the past.

What's more, the sword on Jiang Feng's sword is nearly a foot long, and even people who don't understand martial arts at all can feel the extraordinary power in it.

"Dangdangdang......"

The sound of the wooden fish was still calm and powerful, and it seemed that everything that happened in front of Lu Zhu did not have the slightest impact on him.

If you want to gain amazing power, you must pay an amazing price. Even with Jiang Feng's terrifying amount of internal force, it is by no means an easy thing to maintain this one-foot sword mang's "sword without lifting a sword in a lifetime" for a long time.

Lu Zhu's calmness stems from this, he doesn't need to move, because it is not him who wants to move, but Jiang Feng.

To build such a huge ship, the wood used on the deck is all old wood, and although it is not as strong as fine iron after treatment, it is difficult to hurt it in the slightest with ordinary swords.

However, Jiang Feng's figure had just moved, and suddenly two small pit-like depressions appeared where his two feet were standing.

At the same time, Jiang Feng, who flew out as if catapulted, rushed straight towards Lu Zhu with an astonishing speed.

One inch long, one inch strong, Jiang Feng's long sword in his hand, and the blade was originally more advantageous than that Lu Zhu. And even if Lu Zhu held it up, he would never want to try it, the power of the sword above Jiang Feng's long sword.

The sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly, not to pause, but to put down. In an instant, Lu Zhu's hands had been replaced by a pair of iron chopsticks, short, dark, and useless except for heavy.

The slowly falling wooden fish and brass sled seemed to be thrown into their original destiny instead of being abandoned.

This pair of iron chopsticks is shorter, smaller, one inch shorter, one inch dangerous, the more dangerous the situation, the master, but can play a more stable and stronger strength. Perhaps, this is the origin of the death of the next life.

The left hand is raised, the right hand is extended, and the two chopsticks are two different swordsmanship. Lu Zhu also uses a sword, although he has no sword in his hand, no matter what comes into his hand, it is a sword.

One step out, three feet, this is the distance between Jiang Feng and Lu Zhu in an instant.

The high mountains and flowing water, when encountering depressions, are accumulated, in order to become a lake, the lake is quiet, the stone is broken in one day, the lake is rushing, the monstrous Voss is terrifying, and the sky is shocked.

At this moment, the internal force in Jiang Feng's body, which was almost no longer circulating, suddenly moved, just like thousands of drills, just for that moment. This move is like a thunderbolt and a fire, out of control.

Fast, Jiang Feng's swordsmanship, Jiang Feng's martial arts, thousands of changes, all kinds of mysteries, after all, there is only one word, fast. There is nothing else besides giving up, this is Jiang Feng's sword and Jiang Feng's way.

The fastest speed, the strongest sword, facing the river wind like a god and a demon, Lu Zhu's choice was very unexpected.

Straight stab, the same straight stab, the shorter the blade, the faster it will often be, this is not a difference in skill, but the essence of the blade.

Where the sword is located, the turquoise sword qi is shining, and the invincible sword qi is crossed, looking at the rivers and lakes, no one dares to try his edge easily.

However, Lu Zhu did it, and this iron chopstick cut straight from the top of Jiang Feng's sword, and went straight to the tip of the sword.

An ordinary iron chopstick, no more than seven inches long, weighs no more than three taels, and in any blacksmith shop with some craftsmanship in the world, only a few dozen copper plates can be used to make a pair.

Green python sword, 100 refined iron for bones, refined steel blade, green frost quenching. Contemporary sword-casting master Longquan Oujia fine sword, although it is difficult to find a thousand gold.

Breaking through the heavy sword, Lu Zhu's chopsticks and Jiang Feng's long sword suddenly slammed into each other.

There was a loud "boom".

In an instant, it was like an ancient beast jumping out of the water, and the boat more than ten feet long suddenly swayed wildly.

In the cabin, the originally calm crowd seemed to have encountered the most terrible thing, and the cries, shouts, and cries overshadowed the waves.

Although Huang Rong, who has lived on Peach Blossom Island for many years since she was a child, was suddenly shocked at this time, she was much more comfortable in comparison. After a few ups and downs along the rocking of the deck, it has already landed under a wind pole.

Flying back, two figures, like sharp arrows shot by two powerful crossbows, turned into two black figures in the air.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

He retreated thirteen steps in a row, and with a "boom" he stepped into the deck completely, and Jiang Feng froze his constantly retreating figure.

"Okay, good, good, Master Lu Zhu really deserves to be the first person in Southern Shaolin, what is the purpose of this trip?"

Lu Zhu also took thirteen steps back, his feet were slightly separated, his hands were folded, and a pair of iron chopsticks had been turned to ashes in the collision just now.

"Amitabha, the donor is too worried, Lu Zhu boarded the ship yesterday and saw the donor, but his heart moved, and his heart arose. The donor is young, but he is already approaching the realm of the way of swordsmanship, which is gratifying. Three years later, he will definitely ascend to the realm of kendo. ”

After that, Lu Zhu slowly picked up his black iron wooden fish and brass sled, walked to the edge of the boat, and said loudly: "Origin and extinction are all cause and effect, Lu Zhu will leave!"

Lu Zhu, who suddenly jumped out, entered the water with his feet, but it was not above his knees, and he could no longer raise a single inch.

"Walk on the river......"

Seeing this, Jiang Feng understood in his heart that Monk Lu Zhu's control over internal forces had probably reached the advanced realm of sending and receiving from the heart.

"After three years, I will definitely receive the master's tricks again!"

The sound of the river wind rolled in at this time, coming from the boat, and going down the river wave after wave.

"Amitabha, the donor is persistent, and there is a fate to meet. ”

Lu Zhu didn't look back, but as soon as Fang opened his mouth, the voice came slowly, exploding in Jiang Feng's ears.

With a "poof", after Lu Zhu's figure gradually disappeared, Jiang Feng finally couldn't hold it anymore, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Hey, Jiang Feng, what's wrong with you?"

Whether it is a Jianghu person or not, vomiting blood will not be a good thing after all.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, Jiang Feng's face not only did not have a trace of paleness, but instead a wisp of redness appeared. Looking at Huang Rong, who was concerned, Jiang Feng shook his head and said, "Don't worry, a high realm is not a high martial arts, and he can't be any better!"