Chapter 26, Flying Immortals Outside the Sky

There was a soft clang, and the two swords made a crisp collision sound in the air. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A much-anticipated decisive battle has inevitably begun.

With a flick of his wrist, the long sword in the purple marquis's hand instantly turned into more than a dozen sword qi, and the purple sword qi poked towards Chu Feng like flying. This sword and the sword just now are obviously not the same kind of swordsmanship, but another kind, but the sudden swing of this swordsmanship does not have any abruptness with the previous swordsmanship, but it is quite a natural fit, and the water and milk are blended.

At this moment, no one can fail to admit one thing, the Purple Yi Hou is proficient in the one hundred and ninety-three secret sect swordsmanship in the world, and he has indeed fused the essence of the swordsmanship of various sects and factions into one furnace to create a wonderful swordsmanship of his own.

This sword seems to be fast but not fast, slow but not slow, and there are also changes in the virtual and the real, before Chu Feng can react, the sword carrying the terrifying purple qi sword qi has already entered the sky and stabbed straight with the sword.

Chu Feng flew back, and cold sweat couldn't help but form on his forehead, just now this moment was already between life and death, if he hesitated for a moment, then he was already in danger of death.

With another turn of his wrist, Chu Feng did not retreat but advanced, and in an instant, he stabbed out thirteen more swords, each of which locked the fatal point of the purple-clothed marquis. The purple-clothed marquis also returned the sword and fought back, the swords and swords collided, and the sky was full of terrifying killing intent and sword intent, and the heavens and the earth were filled with this cold sword light.

Breeze, slanting rain.

But at this moment, whether it was Xie Xiaofeng, Yan Shisan, or the Great Thunder God Jin Kaijia and others, they all felt an indescribable sense of coldness.

At this moment, no one was speechless, and everyone's minds were fixed on the duel in front of them, which had just begun to enter a kind of killing situation that was difficult for anyone to guess.

The Purple Cloth Marquis is not very famous in the rivers and lakes, at least so far not many people on the rivers and lakes know the Purple Cloth Man, and the young knights on the rivers and lakes may know that twenty years ago, someone in the Central Plains had fought with the White-clothed Man who crossed east from Fusang and defeated the White-clothed Man, but not many people knew the Purple Cloth Hou.

It has been twenty years since Ziyihou appeared on the rivers and lakes, and twenty years is enough to make an earth-shattering big man dusted in the dust of history.

But there is one thing that is not dusty, and that is the sword.

The Purple Marquis may no longer be famous in the rivers and lakes, but the Sword of the Purple Marquis is still the unparalleled sword in the world, and the people of the Purple Marquis are still one of the most powerful and terrifying swordsmen in the world.

At this point, anyone who watched the confrontation at this moment could not help but admit this matter, even Xie Xiaofeng, who was known as one of the three great swordsmen in the world and had always been conceited, could not help but admit this, even if he had seen the moves of the Purple Yihou at this moment, he was not sure that he could defeat Chu Feng.

The sword was already swinging, as fast as lightning in the wind.

The change of the sword of the purple-clothed marquis is unpredictable and unbelievable.

Sometimes this sword strikes out, or it can be mixed with a dozen KitKam variations. Sometimes a sword strike is very pure, either by force or speed, unpredictable and unpredictable.

"It's all about the moves. "The confrontation between Chu Feng and the Purple Yi Hou felt an unprecedented pressure, which was even as fast as the terrifying pressure that the White Cloud City Lord Ye Gucheng had given him when he used the Flying Immortals out of the Heavens.

He has already understood that the essence of the Purple Yi Hou's sword technique in one furnace is that the change of moves is all in one mind, but sometimes understanding it does not mean that he can find a way to crack it, for example, he already knows the mystery of the flying immortals outside the sky, but it is still difficult to crack the move of this move.

Suddenly, Lu Xiaofeng's pupils shrank sharply, and he stared coldly at the Purple Yi Hou, at this time, the Purple Yi Hou suddenly swung out a dazzling sword flower, and the person suddenly retreated like a breeze, and the person floated on a flower branch.

His footsteps were light, and he accelerated instantly, and the man and the sword seemed to merge into one at this moment, shooting towards Chu Feng like a meteor.

The Purple Marquis has a sword in his hand, and the Purple Marquis is still the Purple Marquis, but at this moment, in Chu Feng's eyes, it seems that the Purple Marquis is no longer a sword, there is only one sword in the sky and the earth, a fierce and invincible divine weapon.

And this magic weapon is about to take his life.

Chu Feng's heart had already begun to chill, and the sword came in an instant, but at this moment, there was no way in his mind to crack this sword.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were not holding their breath.

Even the boy beside Ziyihou is a martial artist with extraordinary knowledge, so he can naturally see that Ziyihou's sword has melted the essence of his own swordsmanship, and he wants to use this sword to compete with Chu Feng.

If this sword Ziyi Hou did not benefit, then Ziyi Hou could only lose.

Whether it is Li Guanyu or Jin Kaijia or the sword masters Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan, this sword cannot be regarded as a flawless sword, if Chu Feng dodges with light skills, he may not be able to avoid this sword, although he will also pay the price for it, but if so, the purple-clothed marquis can only be defeated.

And at this moment, there was a look of shock on their faces that Chu Feng had never had this idea from beginning to end, although Chu Feng at this moment was engaged in a decisive battle that would determine the outcome of life and death, but it seemed that he had regarded this decisive battle as a challenge, a challenge issued by the purple-clothed marquis, and the content of the challenge was not this pinnacle sword?

If Chu Feng could crack this sword, then he would have succeeded. If Chu Feng couldn't crack this sword, it would be a failure.

Defeat under this sword is death, but Chu Feng didn't think about this sword, he thought about how to crack it in his heart. Therefore, everyone was shocked, and they couldn't help but admire it.

Especially Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng, they are both people who practice swords, and they have the most profound feelings about this, but can Chu Feng crack this sword?

The hearts of Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng had sunk.

When Chu Feng hesitated in the face of the sword of the Purple Yi Hou, who was almost lightning fast, Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng's hearts sank.

There can be no momentary hesitation in the battle between swordsmen and swordsmen, and a moment of hesitation is enough to decide the life and death of a person, and a momentary thought is enough for a swordsman to cut off the head of his opponent here. And Chu Feng hesitated, this hesitation, doesn't it mean death.

The sword is in the throat.

The next moment the sword was about to pierce the throat.

Chu Feng only thought for a moment, and to be precise, his thoughts flashed.

The Buddha said: Thirty moments with a flick of his fingers, Chu Feng hesitated for a moment, and the sword had already appeared in his throat from more than ten meters away, which showed the speed of this sword.

The sky was drizzling and breezy, and the sky and the earth were hazy.

But the sword intent killing machine was as strong as the smell of blood, and at this moment Chu Feng had already moved, and he hesitated for a moment before moving.

At this moment, he only had to retreat, he only had to retreat, if he wanted to swing his sword, it would only wait for the sword of the purple-clothed marquis to pierce his throat.

Chu Feng retreated,

The purple-clothed marquis held the sword like a trail, and the speed was extremely fast, but Chu Feng's body technique was even faster.

Everyone on the rivers and lakes knew that Chu Feng's swordsmanship was outstanding and extraordinary, but yesterday Hu Jinsleeve saw Chu Feng's extremely powerful and extremely clever light martial arts.

Chu Feng's footsteps were behind, and the people flew back, and the people also flew up.

The purple-clothed marquis followed, but the two distanced themselves.

Chu Feng's person was already floating in mid-air, his body suddenly stopped, and suddenly he held a hand on his wrist, and the sword in his hand suddenly stabbed by the way, and the person and the sword suddenly struck in the air, and the sword in his hand burst out with tens of thousands of sword lights, and the terrifying sword momentum instantly shrouded the purple-clothed marquis.

Ziyihou's heart sank, but he did not retreat, but directly used his sword against sword, and the two swords clashed in mid-air.

At this moment, everyone could hear the sound of space tearing, and the terrifying power emitted by the two swords had already torn apart this space.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Chu Feng, looking at Chu Feng's volley, an incomparably terrifying and incomparably sharp sword, his whole person froze in place, but blurted out in his mouth: Flying Immortals Outside the Sky.

Flying Immortals Outside the Sky, this is the immortal mastery created by Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, and is praised by Li Guanyu as a stunt that no one in the world can find, and now this is a peerless study that has not reappeared in the world because Ye Gucheng has died, and today it is in the hands of Chu Feng to reproduce the world.

Two swords, two people clash in mid-air.

There was a clang, and a sword had pierced a man's chest.

Chu Feng held the sword in his hand, and the tip of his sword had already pierced the chest of the purple-clothed marquis, although the tip of the sword was not deep, it was enough to kill people.

There was a sword in the hand of the Purple Marquis, the sword that had defeated the man in white in the past, but the sword did not pierce Chu Feng's body, he did not touch Chu Feng, the sword was held in the hand of the Purple Marquis, and it had slowly hung down.

At this moment, anyone should be able to see that Chu Feng has won, but Chu Feng's face does not have a trace of joy of victory, but an incomparable silence and coldness.

He looked at the purple-clothed marquis, looked at the smiling purple-clothed marquis, and said word by word: "I have no way to crack your sword, I am defeated!"

Many people were stunned, but they understood what Chu Feng meant.

Although Chu Feng defeated the Purple Yi Hou, he did not use the moves he created, but used Ye Gucheng's Flying Immortals outside the sky, so couldn't it be that Ye Gucheng defeated the Purple Yi Hou, not Chu Feng?

They knew that Chu Feng was a proud person, but no one thought that Chu Feng would be so proud.

The purple-clothed marquis was still smiling, he looked at Chu Feng with a smile, there was no resentment in his eyes, but he said to Chu Feng with a very grateful look: "Thank you." ”

Chu Feng didn't speak, he had nothing to say now, he could only go, he could only leave Tianshui Villa silently.