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The vast general trend converged into a giant knife that reached the sky, and Bu Feng did not use the knife momentum, although he was extremely angry in his heart, but the first move was more tentative.

Yang Xuan on the side also had this intention, the sword blade was hooked and slashed, the long sword was used as a pen, and the golden font formed by the heaven and earth was Xuanjiao appeared, and it was still impossible to see what the word was, but the power should not be underestimated at all.

"Slash"

"Ink"

The sharp knife shadow, the big golden characters, at this moment like an upside-down waterfall, full of the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers, the coercion escaped, the branches and grass and leaves were unnaturally lodging, as if they were pressed by external forces, and the branches made a sore creak.

Shen Fusheng's face was solemn, although in his opinion, such an attack was far from reaching the point where he could perceive the danger, but if he rashly took it, he would inevitably be injured.

"That's all there is to ...... Then you should do as I say."

As soon as the taunt fell, Shen Fusheng's long knife came out of its sheath, and a circle of qi waves was visible to the naked eye.

Indifferently spit out four words, his knife style instantly became continuous, and in a trance, there seemed to be clouds steaming, the blade was hidden in it, unpredictable, and the vast general trend suddenly rose, ethereal like a cloud to meet the attack.

The shadow of the golden sword was castrated, plunging into the sea of clouds, and in an instant, the golden and silver rays flashed, and the attacks touched each other and burst out with endless waves of qi, and the whole venue seemed to blow a fierce wind, and the grass and trees that blew straight down were bent down, and it was difficult for people to open their eyes.

Yang Xuan's clothes were hunting, and his expressions were a little dignified, this Shen Fusheng did have some strength, even if the combined attack of the two of them did not use all their strength, it was also extremely powerful, so it was even blocked by one of them so lightly.

How do you know that Shen Fusheng is even more frightened at this moment, he knows the Tibetan realm in half a step, compared with the two boys who can not survive but are in the middle stage of metamorphosis, not to mention the cloud mud, how can it be the gap between the grass and the forest, after the blow just now, his right hand holding the knife was slightly numb, and it was really incredible.

"What I say remains the same, and if that's all you have, it's not too late to beg for mercy now......"

"Hmph, you're too confident."

As soon as the words fell, Bu Feng's figure flashed, the knife in his hand radiated a shocking sword, and in the blink of an eye, the kung fu had come to the front, the sound was mighty, and he raised his hand and slashed out.

"If you also use a knife, then I'll play with you" Shen Fusheng smiled playfully, and also waved a knife to fight, the position of the two people in the field was immediately covered with gold and iron, and their body style was also not slow, and the speed was so fast that it was a little difficult to see for a while.

The sword light is huohuo, and the escaping edge spreads to the nearby vegetation, the grass clippings are rising, the dust is flying, and it is a little difficult to distinguish, and the intensity can be seen in general.

"Is it okay to take my complete move Yunlan Stacking Waves?" After finding a gap, Shen Fusheng swung away the long knife of Bu Feng with one blow, his body retreated slightly, his eyes stared at the other party gloomily, and the clouds all over his body were surging, and the attack that was more powerful than Fang Cai roared towards Bu Feng.

The knife style is continuous, and there is a strange force in the sea of clouds, which is difficult to judge at first glance.

Bu Feng smiled coldly, let it make a move, the long knife in his hand slashed a tricky arc in front of itself, and called the rich true yuan in the dantian to possess the knife, and it danced in an instant, and the chaotic technique was not inferior to the other party.

The foot-long sword of the "chaotic cloak" was like a sharp arrow, centered on the body of Bufeng, scattering and flying in all directions, rolling up the boundless wind, faintly shaking the sea of clouds of Shen Fusheng, and the heavy cloud qi began to have a tendency to collapse.

"This ...... How is it possible? This technique, how can he make it?" I don't know when, Hou Lei appeared outside the battle circle, looking at Bu Feng's frenzied blow with a horrified face, he was too impressed by this martial art, when Pang De used it, with the scarlet True Yuan Axe, he repelled his three team members, and made him have no power to fight again, and was easily killed by Pang De.

Originally, with Pound's death, he had always felt that this powerful martial art had disappeared, but it was a pity, but now that he saw it again, how could he not be shocked?

After being surprised, there was a deep doubt, "How did he get this from Pound? Could it be that he found his Sumeru Ring? Or is it that Pound's such evil exercises and martial arts have been inherited by some kind of inheritance, and now they have been obtained by the person who is heavy on martial arts?"

As soon as he thought of this, a trace of greed flashed in Hou Lei's eyes, if this is the case, this inheritance allows him to get his hands, what is this so-called Senior Brother Shen, his status in the Sword Xuan Pavilion will definitely rise in a straight line, and it is not impossible to let Shen Fusheng be his team member.

"This kind of child's playing house, do you think you can compete with my Yunlan stacked waves? It's too naïve" Shen Fusheng smiled disdainfully, the knife move in his hand suddenly changed again, and the sea of clouds churned continuously, and in an instant, it was really like the tide of the sea, and the huge waves were repeated.

As soon as he made contact, Bu Feng's face changed, the opponent's attack was not as simple as he imagined, the offensive was endless, one wave was stronger than another, and the knife cut out of the chaotic cloak was only able to break the previous waves, and the more it came later, the more unsustainable.

"This Yunlan Stacked Waves is a little weird" Yang Xuan, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, also had a solemn expression, this unique way of exerting force made his eyes shine, but at the same time, he was also secretly worried about Bufeng.

Bu Feng frowned slightly, seeing that the situation was not right, and there was no ambiguity in his hand, he carried a trace of knife momentum, and quietly merged into the chaotic cloak knife that was about to collapse.

Suddenly, the majestic sea of clouds was shaken, like the light of dawn, causing the clouds to dissipate inch by inch.

"Hmm, how is this possible?" In Shen Fusheng's perception, the opponent's attack did not change, but it suddenly exerted force, and in an instant, it made his own attack show signs of defeat.

He restrained his joking attitude, and the knife style of "Yunhai Chaosheng" changed again, and the cold knife light turned into a sky of light and shadow, and continued to slash away, and the surrounding forests seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure of this move, and they actually broke off together, and smashed on the ground with a bang, splashing dust and sand.

Bu Feng was shocked in his heart, "What a strong attack" groaned slightly, and his heart made up his mind to pay attention, no longer hidden, and the cultivation in the middle stage of metamorphosis all exploded, and the top of his head condensed into a giant sword phantom that penetrated the heavens and the earth, and the prestige was unpredictable.

The corner ......of Shen Fusheng's mouth sneered, "Are you exhausted in donkey skills?" Huh?" For a moment, a sneer froze on his face, and he felt a trembling aura from the gradually condensed giant knife, a little strange and a little familiar.

It was the attack he had ever dreamed of controlling, "You...... How can you comprehend the sword momentum......? This is clearly the powerful power of the sword intent that is about to be advanced."

Shen Fusheng is crazy, so exciting is not small, he is the pride of the sky, he was taken as the key training object by the Sword Xuange when he was a child, in order to be talented, and he has a great hope of comprehending the sword momentum, which also cultivates his talent and arrogance, and his eyes are empty.

And now, he felt the powerful aura of the sword in a little-known little person, but this little man was still his opponent, how could he not be crazy?

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" A series of angry roars came out of his mouth, and the majestic True Yuan was instantly poured into the long knife in his hand, and the power of the Yunhai Chaosheng martial arts increased several times out of thin air, if it wasn't for his anger, he was a little irrational, but the sword momentum of Bu Feng was too terrifying, it was enough for the monk to cross the level of the challenge, and he couldn't help but be careless.

Although Shen Fusheng's cultivation is said to be a half-step knowledge of Tibet, but in the final analysis, it is still a mortal realm, and this is only the threshold of breaking through to that realm, and in the face of the sword momentum that contains the aura of destroying the world and the earth, it is only in this way that he can still fight.

"What?sword power?" The rest of the Sword Xuange were all shocked and inexplicable, they had been yearning for this strange power for a long time, Hou Lei's face was pale and leaning on the trunk of the tree, and he was almost collapsed by the fright.

The indifferent voice of "Qingcang Sword Slash" came from the mouth of the man with a broken arm in black, and the giant knife that pierced the heavens and the earth slashed down with this soft shout, and the target was the opponent's strong attack.

Shen Fusheng was in a hurry, no matter how he moved, Yunhai Chaosheng seemed to be affected by the knife momentum, and he was a little sluggish, "Impossible, this must be fake, let me die......"

Crazy shouting, as if to cheer himself up, he didn't want to believe that the suppression of the knife on all the knife cultivators was real, and with a single swing of the knife, although the momentum was magnificent, there were indeed some thin knife rays that shot out with difficulty, like a boat sailing against the waves.

The weapon in his hand made a terrible humming sound, and he seemed unwilling to disobey the momentum that made Wan Dao surrender.

"Boom" exploded, the two of them were surrounded by endless smoke and dust, they couldn't see it really, after a few breaths, unexpected and reasonable, Shen Fusheng's figure flew out upside down, his clothes were torn, and his unkempt appearance was extremely embarrassing.

On the other hand, after such a powerful blow, he was also pale, panting violently, and the consumption of the knife just now was a bit large, not only his own consumption, but also the moves used to counter the opponent.

On the surface, it seems that Bufeng is powerful, but only he knows that he is not superior to the attack just now, after all, Xiuwei is there, even if he holds such a sharp weapon as a knife, it is also a draw.

He coughed gently, which seemed to relieve a lot of the feeling of suffocation in his chest.

Shen Fusheng stopped his body and stood in place, the panic and fear in his eyes could not be concealed at all, he didn't expect the sword to be so powerful, and since he has practiced, he has also felt the terrifying aura of the sword under the pavilion master's hands.

"No, this person can't stay ......" A strong jealousy flashed in his eyes, and his eyes inadvertently swept towards the sect disciples who were also standing on the side, and he had an idea in his heart.

At this time, everyone who was lying on the ground was shocked, their faces showed hesitation, and then they actually stood up strongly, although the earth-shattering sword momentum just now did not directly hit them, but the escaping aura also made their hearts frightened.

"You've angered me!" Shen Fusheng's face turned terrifying, and he said with hatred in his mouth, "What about how you control the sword momentum, with your cultivation in the middle stage of transformation, I don't believe that you can use it continuously, now, let me die quietly."