The strong from the wild

There is a huge difference in cultivation between the two, but Yi Changfeng has no fear at all.

Long before Master Wanfeng made his move, Yi Changfeng was already holding a flying sword, stepping on a sharp edge of sword energy, and galloped towards Master Zhuyue.

A sword cultivator can kill an enemy by using a flying sword to take a person's head from hundreds or thousands of miles away, without needing to get close to the enemy.

Even if they are not sword cultivators, other cultivators can use various magic weapons to kill people from a distance.

But Yi Changfeng was different. Holding a flying sword in his hand, he bullied himself and flew up to the real person Zhuyue. The flying sword in his hand was shining brightly, showing thousands of sharp sword qi, changing many sword moves, The move, in the blink of an eye, covered the figure of Zhenyue Zhuyue with the edge of sword energy.

This style of play is different from ordinary monks.

He doesn't look like a practitioner, but like a martial artist in the world.

Real person Zhuyue saw thousands of sword lights attacking, a sneer suddenly appeared on his face, and said: "The pearl of rice grains also shines? It's lifeless!"

The snow-white fairy energy, like a cloud, burst out from the real person Zhuyue.

duh!

A muffled sound appeared in Zhen Yue's mouth.

In this instant, a beam of sword energy sprayed out from the mouth of Zhenyue Zhuyue, and merged with the white fairy energy permeating the whole body, and the sword edge burst out immediately, and the many sword energy released by Yi Changfeng, Smash them all.

Ding!

The sword energy from Zhuyue Zhenren's mouth shot away and collided with the long sword in Yi Changfeng's hand. I am afraid that Yi Changfeng's flying sword will be dimmed, and a very deep gap will appear on the blade. Almost broke the blade.

"Ridiculous! Really ridiculous!"

Master Zhuyue was full of sarcasm, shook his head toward Yi Changfeng, and said: "As the first disciple of Bandao Peak, when you fight with others, you use all the fighting skills of ordinary people. It really embarrasses our Xuantianzong! Could it be that these tricks you performed are all bad habits brought by Tang Jiawen from the wild Yuxi sect?"

"Dare to insult my teacher, I am at odds with you!"

Yi Changfeng was furious, and charged forward with his sword again.

With Zhen Yue's seniority, he was only half a generation lower than Luo Bandao, so he should be Tang Jiawen's peer.In the eyes of Zhenren Zhuyue, Tang Jiawen is just his fellow apprentice, and it is only natural to comment on Tang Jiawen.

Yi Changfeng didn't think so.

The dead are great!

In addition, Yi Changfeng is a filial person, so how can he stand the cynicism of Zhuyue Zhenren?

But although his swordsmanship is exquisite and his moves are mysterious, his cultivation level is far inferior to the real Zhuyue who is in the realm of immortality.When Master Zhuyue spewed out his second breath of sword energy, the flying sword in Yi Changfeng's hand broke with a ding.

Immediately, Zhuyue Daoist's sleeves flicked, and a gust of wind wrapped in immortal energy blasted towards Yi Changfeng's chest.

"I fought with you!"

Yi Changfeng didn't dodge or dodge, and took out a flying sword from the storage ring, and rushed forward instead of advancing or retreating.

Suddenly, a burst of sword energy flashed across Yi Changfeng's chest.

buzzing...

The strong wind blasted by the real person Zhuyue was just blocked by the sword energy, and the sword energy was buzzing, just like Huang Zhong Dalu, roaring.

"Cheng Yifeng!"

Real person Zhuyue's complexion changed, he flitted back a few meters, and asked in a cold voice: "This is a matter between me and Yi Changfeng, and it has nothing to do with you, Junior Brother Cheng. Could it be that Junior Brother Cheng is going to mess with you?"

"You insulted me, the head of Bandao Peak, how can I, Cheng Yifeng, stand by and watch?"

Cheng Yifeng looked stern, and pressed the side of the sword against Yi Changfeng's chest, pushing Yi Changfeng back.

"Could it be that Junior Brother Cheng wants to fight me?"

Master Zhuyue knew something about the Yuxi faction back then.

Seeing Cheng Yifeng make a move at this moment, Zhenren Zhuyue finally started to be serious. He squinted his eyes and stared at Cheng Yifeng, and said: "Although you have joined Liu Yi's sect, you are regarded as my junior according to your seniority. This real person is hindered by being in the same sect. Love, I didn't want to fight with you, but you prevented this real person from teaching the younger generation, and today this real person can only reluctantly fight with you, and I can take this opportunity to see how the disciples of Bandao Peak are. "

Back then in the Wild Yuxi School, Cheng Yifeng had a very high seniority, he was regarded as Tang Jiawen's elder.

But when Cheng Yifeng joined Liu Yi's family and became Liu Yi's disciple, Tang Jiawen became Cheng Yifeng's elder again.

Today Zhuyue Daoist is so rude, he keeps talking about Tang Jiawen, how can Cheng Yifeng bear it?

However, to fight between brothers in the same sect, you must find a suitable reason, and you can't just fight casually, otherwise it will be a violation of the rules of the sect.

However, the real Zhuyue called Liu Yi by his first name when he just spoke, which just gave Cheng Yifeng a reason.

"My master and your master belong to brothers, but you are your uncle! But you Zhuyue Daoist directly calls my master by his name, and has no respect for his elders! As the saying goes, when a master has something to do, the disciple will do his best... "

Cheng Yifeng stood proudly in the air, glanced at the disciples of the surrounding peaks, and said coldly: "Today, you bullied me on the head of Bandao Peak, and in the name of teaching the younger generation, you kept slandering me as the leader of Bandao Peak, and even more so. You are very disrespectful to my master. If you don't break your legs, I'm afraid that all the fellow disciples present will think that I, Ban Daofeng Sword Cultivator, are all weaklings."

"Humph!"

Master Zhuyue looked cold and said, "What do you want?"

"Kill chickens to make an example to monkeys!"

Cheng Yifeng's expression became more and more determined, and his aura became more and more sharp.Suddenly there was a beam of sword energy hundreds of feet long, suspended above Cheng Yifeng's head, shining brightly, shining in all directions.

"Do you think that this real person is a chicken, and the same family is all monkeys around?"

Daoist Zhuyue shook his sleeves, and a sandalwood box flew out of the sleeves.

Snapped!

A gap was opened in the box, and immediately nine golden balls flew out of the box.Each ball is about the size of an egg, suspended in front of Zhenyue Zhuyue, trembling non-stop.

The surrounding sword cultivators stared at the nine meatballs, seeing clearly that there was an inscription on each of the meatballs, which read the nine characters of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, mountains, rivers, rivers and mountains.

choke!

The nine balls exploded together, making the sound of the sword's edge coming out of the body.

In the blink of an eye, the balls turned into nine flying swords, suspended around the real person Zhuyue, just showing the nine sword edges of Xuantianzong's gold, wood, water, fire, earth, mountains, rivers and mountains.

If the nine swords can be combined into one, it will be the sword of Da Kun that Tang Jiawen used back then.

With the strength of Zhuyue Daoist and immortal level, it is still not enough to use the sword of Dakun, but now that the nine swords have appeared together, it is not to be underestimated.

In Zhuyue's eyes, Cheng Yifeng would definitely not be able to resist these nine flying swords!

"How can a mere human being resist the power of my nine swords?"

Master Zhuyue sneered in his heart, he had been back to Xuantianzong for several months, and he knew Cheng Yifeng a little bit.

After all, Xuantian Sect doesn't have many immortals. Apart from Ling Wanjian's generation, among the second generation of disciples, there are only two people who can cultivate to the realm of human immortality, and they happen to be Zhuyue Daoist and Cheng Yifeng.

"Flying sword jumping ball?"

Cheng Yifeng stared at the nine-mouthed flying sword floating beside the real person Zhuyue, and suddenly thought of the word Tiaowan in his mind, but he didn't feel nervous at all. He looked extremely calm, staring at the real person Zhuyue's legs, as if he was in a daze.

"Junior Brother Cheng, what are you thinking?"

Zhuyue Daoist held his head high, like a proud rooster, and said contemptuously: "The battle is imminent, but you are distracted to think about other things. If today is not you and I fighting against each other, but outside the division The enemy is fighting to the death, Junior Brother Cheng, I'm afraid you have lost your head."

The implication is that if Master Zhuyue wants to kill Cheng Yifeng, it will only be in the blink of an eye.

"I was thinking, should I cut off your left leg first, or cut off your right leg first..."

Cheng Yifeng silently raised his head, stared at the Baizhang sword light beam floating above his head, and said again: "Why don't you cut off both legs together."

"Hmph! Sure enough, he is arrogant and conceited!"

Zhenyue Zhuyue's face was full of disdain, and he said: "I have heard people say that you, Junior Brother Cheng, have not practiced my Xuantian Sect's supernatural powers of swordsmanship, but are waiting for your master to teach you supernatural powers. Could it be that your master's Will the supernatural powers of swordsmanship be more powerful than the supernatural powers left by the master in Xuantianzong? Could it be that in your heart, even the master who left after becoming a god is not as good as your master?"

"The frog at the bottom of the well, how dare you talk to the sky!"

Cheng Yifeng shook his head, as if he was very sorry for the two legs that Zhuyue Zhenren was about to lose, "Since you want to see the magic power of swordsmanship passed down by my master, then I will let you see enough!"

After saying that, Cheng Yifeng closed his eyes, bowed his hands towards the beam of sword energy floating above his head.

Zheng!Zheng!

The beam of sword energy roared loudly.

Cheng Yifeng's expression was dignified, and he was obsessed with the sword intent. It seemed that even his heart and soul had turned into the sword's edge, sinking into the way of the sword and unable to extricate himself.

At first glance, there is a bit of a silly gesture.

Sword crazy!

These two words suddenly appeared in Zhuyue Zhenren's heart.

At this moment, Master Zhuyue recalled that someone seemed to have told him that there were two idiots in Bandao Peak, one was Wu Chi and the other was Jian Chi.

That martial idiot seems to be named Yi Changfeng, and the sword idiot is Cheng Yifeng.

Cheng Yifeng went through many hardships in order to worship Liu Yi as his teacher. Although he was repeatedly rejected by Liu Yi, Cheng Yifeng's sincerity in worshiping his teacher has not weakened by half, but has become more and more determined.

In the end, because of Cheng Yifeng's sincerity, Liu Yi had to accept him as a disciple.

This Cheng Yifeng can be regarded as a man who is crazy about swords.

Soaring to the Sky Worship Sword Art!

The sword's edge soared into the sky, pointing directly at the depths of the sky, as if it wanted to penetrate the sky and reach the end of the sky.

Whoohoo!

When the sword's edge appeared, a gust of wind was stirred up, and the robes of the surrounding monks were blown away.

Since Liu Yi formally brought Cheng Yifeng into the door, he taught Cheng Yifeng the ancient practice method of intensively cultivating the three dantians.

At this moment, the true energy and immortal energy in Cheng Yifeng's three dantians circulated together and merged into the sword art of soaring to the sky.

There are also [-] beams of sunlight, which converge into a beam of light from Cheng Yifeng's dantian, then travel along the meridian to the top of the head, flash from the Baihui acupoint at the top gate, burst into the air, and merge with the beam of sword energy.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Master Zhuyue froze, taking advantage of Cheng Yifeng's opportunity to prostrate three times to the beam of sword energy, he waved his hands and urged nine swords to slash at Cheng Yifeng.