When night came, Jiang Feng took out his erhu and pulled it up behind the sand dune alone. The sound of the piano is just an ordinary sound of the piano, without any spiritual power or sword energy. Jiang Feng was just playing some songs that he would know to pass the time.

Lan Wu, who didn't show up, was listening quietly. She could feel that a day like this and eating and drinking was what Jiang Feng liked.

However, in real life, there will always be something to interrupt Jiang Feng. While he was playing the harp, a monk flew towards him. The person who flew in was a middle-aged monk with a thin body.

"Where did you get the powder for the fangs of the black stone spider? The thin monk floated not far from Jiang Feng and asked directly.

Jiang Feng didn't stop what he was doing, he continued to pull the erhu and said, "Grind it with poisonous fangs." ”

The thin monk frowned and continued, "Where did the fangs come from?"

"Plucked from the black stone spider. Jiang Feng responded.

"And where did you meet the black stone spider? As far as I know, the Black Stone Spider is only found within the Falling Immortal Abyss. You shouldn't say that you met in the Falling Immortal Abyss. The thin monk said.

Jiang Feng nodded very seriously and said, "You're right, you met it in the Falling Immortal Abyss." There are a lot of them there, so if you like them, you can catch a few and raise them. It's just that this thing doesn't seem to be easy to raise. ”

The thin monk sneered twice, and then said, "When I was in the middle stage of the True Soul realm, I once fell into the Falling Immortal Abyss because of a little accident. That time, it was only in the next nine deaths that he climbed out of the Falling Immortal Abyss. When I think about it now, I still have palpitations. Daoyou was able to catch the black stone spider in the falling immortal abyss, which is really admirable. ”

"It's just luck, there's nothing to admire. Jiang Feng said very modestly. But looking at his appearance and tone, he couldn't tell that Jiang Feng was being modest.

"Luck is also a form of strength. The strength of Daoyou must be very strong. Being able to meet a monk like Daoyou is also a little unbearable. I really want to talk to fellow Daoists. The thin monk said.

Jiang Feng's piano sound paused, and when the piano sound resumed two seconds later, he shook his head quickly and said, "No, no, no, I can't even see through what kind of cultivation you are, I don't dare to fight you." If one of them doesn't get it right, my life will be gone. ”

"It's just a competition, don't worry about it. I will pay attention to it below. As he spoke, the thin monk slowly exuded his aura and pressed towards Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng, who had been sitting on the sand, also stood up when the thin monk's own aura emanated. His erhu rests on his waist, and his bow is still pulling. When the thin monk's breath approached, there was a faint sword aura in the sound of the piano.

The sound of the erhu, which was originally slow in melody, suddenly became high-pitched, and the sword qi in the sound of the piano suddenly soared. The cultivation aura of the thin monk had all pressed on Jiang Feng's body. Around Jiang Feng's body, there was a sword qi that was flying rapidly, resisting the cultivation aura of the thin monk. The surrounding sand was rolled up in large quantities and blown in all directions. A powerful momentum also appeared at this time, and another sword qi that was not weak at all also rose.

"Daoyou is really well hidden, and it seems that you will be able to have a good time today. As he spoke, the thin monk raised his right hand, and a roar sounded in the air above his right hand. The space above his right hand shattered with a roar, and a large black hand poked out from the shattered space and grabbed towards Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng quickly pulled the bow, and the sword qi continued to burst out from the erhu. When the sword qi grabbed the big black hand, it kept hitting the palm of that hand. When this big black hand was about to touch Jiang Feng, a stronger sword qi burst out from above the erhu, completely shattering the big black hand.

The next attack of the Thin Monk had already arrived at this time. The sand under Jiang Feng's feet suddenly collapsed, and when streams of black gas burst out, they turned into sharp arrows and shot towards Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng's body quickly rose to a height of more than ten meters. The erhu in his hand was still bursting out of the sword qi, blocking the arrows shot from below.

The surging spiritual power completely swept the sand, and the sky-high sword qi also made the sand flying in the sand even more violent. Where Jiang Feng and the thin monk were, it was like a huge sandstorm. Inside, there was a violent collision. The monks near the Black City had all looked towards this place.

Very close to the battle between Jiang Feng and the Thin Monk, Huangfu Yue was hiding on top of a small sand dune. She looked at the area covered in yellow sand, feeling the powerful spiritual power fluctuations within it, as well as the powerful cultivation aura, and the sword aura that seemed to be able to penetrate everything. Huang Fuyue's body trembled slightly, and there was a lot of cold sweat on his back.

Originally, Huang Fuyue came to settle accounts with Jiang Feng, but she didn't expect the thin monk to come one step earlier, so she watched from the sidelines. When the battle between the thin monk and Jiang Feng broke out, Huang Fuyue was stupid. She was very scared in her heart, and at this time she really understood that she had suffered such a big loss for what she had suffered, and her two senior brothers did not stand up for her.

"I didn't expect the bun to be so powerful, I offended him, but what should I do. Huangfu muttered in his heart.

Just thinking about it, the mana fluctuations within the sandstorm suddenly skyrocketed, and the sword qi inside also skyrocketed instantly. Huang Fuyue hurriedly flew upside down, and when her body just left the ground, more than a dozen sword qi swept away the small sand dune where she was just now. Then more sword qi rushed out, and other spells also rushed out. Huang Fuyue continued to withdraw quickly from the city, and it was not until she exited more than 300 meters that she was safe.

Many monks had already flown over, and Huang Fuyue's two senior brothers were among them. They were all watching from afar. Each monk felt the huge fluctuations of spiritual power within the sandstorm. These monks have already seen that there are definitely two strong monks fighting the Fa there.

The sword qi within the sandstorm was getting stronger and stronger, and even the monks who were fighting hundreds of meters away could already feel the sword qi blowing through their cheeks. Some of the monks who did not make the slightest defense, their clothes were cut by the sword qi.

The powerful fluctuations of spells within the sandstorm and the constant sound of metal colliding were also shaking the minds of the monks. There are some spells that rush over, and they are enough to kill the monks of the Purple Mansion Stage in seconds.

These monks from the Netherworld are quite good, and some of the monks from the Northern Netherworld who originally wanted to see the excitement have suffered a lot. Some of the monks who had come closer before, but had not come, were swept away by the aftermath of the sandstorm.

"Did you see who it was?" Mo Qingyun asked his junior sister.

"It's the thin monk who reminded us before, and the other one is the dirt bun. Huang Fuyue said.

Mo Qingyun frowned, as if he had encountered something tricky. After a few seconds, he said, "These two people can't be messed with, and the three of us together are no match for either of them." You'd better not mess with that monk again. ”

Huang Fuyue nodded quickly. Now that the situation is like this, as long as she is not stupid, she will naturally not run to find trouble with Jiang Feng again. In case Jiang Feng killed her, it would be useless for her to regret it.

After about ten minutes, the sound of the piano, which had been in the sandstorm, suddenly stopped. In the next second, the sword qi within the sandstorm also began to dissipate, and another spell fluctuation also began to dissipate. The sandstorm began to subside.

When the sandstorm gradually subsided, the monk who was watching the battle from a distance saw two people standing more than ten meters apart. One was the thin monk, and the other was Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng's erhu was still in his hand, there were a few bruises on his face, and the clothes on his body had burned out a few holes. On the thin monk's shirt, there were also two cuts torn by the sword qi. At its feet, there were two fragments of magic weapons that had been broken into several pieces.

"Under Xiao Yunfei, I gave a salute to my fellow Daoists. When Xiao came to the North Underworld this time, he heard that there was a sword monarch who had arrived in the North Underworld. When I saw it today, the name of the Sword Monarch was really extraordinary. Xiao's cultivation has already entered the early stage of cultivation in half a step, and he has used seventy percent of his cultivation to destroy the two magic weapons, but he can't help Jianjun. Xiao had no choice but to stop, otherwise if he continued, it would really be your life and death. The thin monk clenched his hands into fists and said to Jiang Feng very politely.

Jiang Feng glared at Xiao Yunfei, who was thin and thin, and said with an unhappy expression: "Look at your appearance, and then look at my appearance, this is called being unable to help me? Also, you are a half-step cultivator, are you embarrassed to bully me in the early stage of Jindan? Do you still want to be shameless?"

These words made Xiao Yunfei's face a little unbearable. But he couldn't say that Jiang Feng was talking nonsense. Because even in the battle just now, Jiang Feng's cultivation fluctuated, and it had always been in the early stage of Jindan. In addition, Xiao Yunfei also knew very well that he couldn't lose his temper. Let's not say that he found Jiang Feng by himself, let's just say that from the battle just now, Xiao Yunfei was not sure that he could really win Jiang Feng, so he couldn't lose his temper.

Xiao Yunfei laughed awkwardly twice, and then said goodbye and left. Although he was gone, the monks who watched the battle were surprised. Xiao Yunfei's reputation in the Netherworld Sea is very loud. Although it only took seventy percent of the cultivation, it was amazing to be able to take it. This made these monks from the Netherworld look at Jiang Feng with admiration. At this time, they also recognized Jiang Feng's reputation as Sword Monarch.

This battle, although it was a battle in the form of a sparring, did not gamble with his life. But it completely established the name of Jiang Feng Sword Monarch. It can be regarded as the first step for Jiang Feng to enter the Netherworld Sea.