Fantasy: My Sect is 100 Million Points Stronger

Wang Feng thought about it for a while, since he can't force out the other side Liuying, let's do it for the time being.

Of course, what really made Wang Feng choose to wait and see is the system. As the owner of the system, Wang Feng believes that if there is danger, the system will definitely not ignore it.

Shaking his head, Wang Feng was about to continue towards the depths of the ancient land of Shenjue, when he frowned and turned to look.

Behind Wang Feng, there was a figure slowly walking towards him. It was a middle-aged man in plain clothes and a big sword on his back!

The sword was very big. It was the first time Wang Feng saw such a big sword, and it was a head taller than the man.

What really made Wang Feng dignified was that this man walked into his ten-mile place, and he realized just now that even if his mind was attracted by Liuying on the other side, it was not the case.

The only explanation is that this middle-aged man is very strong, not ordinary!

"Your sword is huge!"

Wang Feng glanced at the middle-aged man and smiled.

"You are strong!"

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Feng and said, his voice was hoarse, so hoarse that it gave Wang Feng the feeling that he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"You're not bad either!"

Wang Feng smiled noncommittally.

"My sword, I want to fight with you!"

"But I'm not free...!"

"My sword, I want to fight with you!"

"Your sword didn't strike!"

"I am its front!"

Wang Feng was silent. This was the first time he had seen someone so obsessed with swords apart from Ye Gucheng and others.

This is a pure swordsman, just like Yan Shisan, he has nothing but swords!

"Want to fight with me, it's expensive!"

Wang Feng glanced at the middle-aged man and smiled.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, just stared at Wang Feng like that, his eyes were chaotic, without a trace of color.

"I win, you come with me!"

After thinking about it, Wang Feng said, he didn't say how he lost, he believed that the middle-aged man understood what he meant.

There is no hatred between them, and they don't even know each other, but Wang Feng knows that if he loses, he will only die.

The sword is a killing sword, and this sentence is not just talk.

The middle-aged man nodded, and then he slowly took off the big sword behind him and stroked it gently. There was no breath on his body, but Wang Feng felt a chill coming from all directions. .

Wang Feng shrugged, looked around, then walked to a dark tree, picked up a dark branch, and held it in his hand.

When he saw Wang Feng's attitude like this, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with doubts, and he stared at Wang Feng like that.

"This is my sword!"

Wang Feng explained with a smile.

After the voice fell, Wang Feng moved. He was holding the branch, and the power in his body surged wildly. The branch that couldn't hurt anyone, bloomed in vain with an extreme edge. At this moment, the void trembled slightly. on.

A vast sword intent rose from Wang Feng's body. This sword intent was sometimes as cold as frost, and sometimes like a raging flame. With this sword intent, Wang Feng stabbed straight out.

It seems ordinary, but at this moment, the peerless edge rushed towards the middle-aged man from all directions, and the void around the middle-aged man was like a quagmire, making it impossible to move.

When Wang Feng stabbed with the sword, the middle-aged man touched the hand of the big sword and stopped. There was a flash of light in his turbid eyes, and then he held the big sword and swung it out.

With this swipe, a terrifying sword light ripped apart the void, and like a long rainbow, it smashed out horizontally, and the extreme sharpness caused the surrounding dark trees to burst into pieces at this moment.

boom!

The two sword lights collided violently, and countless sword qi shot out in all directions. With Wang Feng and the two at the center, the whole ground was split into cracks, and the dense woods formed a hundred meters in an instant. vacant lot.

Whether it was Wang Feng or the middle-aged man, the two of them ignored the swept forces around them, and their eyes were fixed on each other.

The two moved at the same time.

One held a branch, the other held a big sword. The seemingly unequal battle collided fiercely. The branch did not break, and the sword did not strike. Just like this, you come and go, and the surrounding open space expands from ten meters to ten meters. hundred meters.

This is the first time that Wang Feng has fought so heartily and happily since he came to this world.

He suddenly had some understanding, Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue; Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng, just answered that sentence, it is enough to have a confidant in life!

boom!

After the collision, Wang Feng and the middle-aged man stood facing each other. The two of them were out of breath, and their fighting spirit soared.

At this time, Wang Feng was very shocked. He was not shocked by the strength of the middle-aged man, but by the strange state of his body.

When he was fighting this middle-aged man just now, Wang Feng clearly felt that the profound energy in his body was running more smoothly and faster. Even in this ancient land where the gods fell, he could quickly absorb it. The thin mysterious energy that strays around.

The most important thing is that when his profound energy circulates in the body for a large sky, when it passes through the heart, the profound energy that is fed back from the heart is actually stronger, not in quantity, but in quality.

Don't think about it, Wang Feng knows that this is probably caused by the firefly lying on the other side of his heart.

"Your sword is very similar to one of the elders of my sect. If you meet him, I'm afraid you will be a confidant." Wang Feng glanced at the middle-aged man and chuckled.

"Who is he?"

In the middle-aged man's turbid eyes, a flash of light flashed, and he said hoarsely.

"He is a pure person. Compared with him, your sword is a little worse. Not only him, but several elders of our sect, your sword is incomparable."

Hearing Wang Feng's words, the middle-aged man was not angry, his eyes brightened, he looked directly at Wang Feng, and said, "How do you say?"

"Their swords have souls! Your swords, not yet!"

Wang Feng said without hesitation, but he was thinking in his heart: This is so uncomfortable to pretend!

The middle-aged man's sword is very strong, not ordinary. If Wang Feng had not practiced the swordsmanship of Ye Gucheng and others, and had the memory of their sword practice in his mind, Wang Feng would not have been able to catch this middle-aged man. of a sword.

"Your sword has no soul!" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, he glanced at Wang Feng, and said hoarsely.

"Because of me, what I practice is not the sword, but the heart!" Wang Feng said with a smile.

"I have a sword, if you can take it, I will go with you." The middle-aged man gave Wang Feng a deep look and said solemnly.

"Please!"

When Wang Feng's voice fell, the middle-aged man's eyes closed, his big sword was standing horizontally in front of him, his hand was red, and when he touched the sword, the big sword trembled instantly.

hum!

A bell-like sound of sword singing exploded in this area. When the sound of sword singing sounded, Wang Feng seemed to see countless swords emerging from the back of the middle-aged man. The swords were very small and gathered together. , and formed a great sword.

"The heavy sword has no edge!"

At this moment, the middle-aged man opened his eyes, and a bright light flashed through his eyes. He roared, holding the hilt of the sword in both hands, and slammed it into the ground, and the ground he was on instantly burst.

This sword did not strike Wang Feng, but plunged into the ground, as if the middle-aged man was not fighting against Wang Feng, but performing for Wang Feng.

Just when Wang Feng was puzzled, he was startled and raised his head sharply, only to see that in the void above his head, there was an incomparably huge sword, stabbing towards him, just like the virtue of playing games with him in his previous life. Like the Great Sword of Marcia.

For a moment, Wang Feng felt that this middle-aged man had inherited the inheritance of Demacia and inherited the great sword that shook the canyon?

The incomparably huge long sword did not stab very fast, but every time he dropped a point, Wang Feng felt his body sink, as if the whole world was suppressed on him. The unparalleled pressure made Wang Feng Feng has some heart palpitations.

The epee has no front, it really doesn't have a front, but it's also really heavy.

Wang Feng didn't have time to think about it. He felt that his entire body was about to be crushed by this big sword. His eyes narrowed, and he recalled the process of Ye Gucheng's creation of the flying fairy in the sky, and his whole aura changed. Now, there is no joy or sorrow, the whole heart is like a calm lake, without a trace of waves.

Wang Feng in such a state made the eyes of the middle-aged man not far away, and stared at Wang Feng tightly. He could feel that an extremely terrifying sword force was sprouting from Wang Feng's body.

"Flying Immortals in the Sky!"

When the big sword fell one meter above Wang Feng's head, Wang Feng let out a low roar, the whole person flashed in an instant, and appeared in the sky above the big sword in vain. A pitch-black branch scratched out.

This sword is like a shocking light, like a long rainbow through the sky!

This sword is brilliant and swift, revealing a chill that chills the bone marrow, and that incomparable edge is terrifying and irresistible!

The sword falls, the sword shatters!

Wang Feng slowly fell from the void and quietly looked at the stunned middle-aged man.

At this time, the pupils of the middle-aged man shrank, and those eyes stared blankly at the little stars in the sky, and he was shocked by Wang Feng's sword.

This sword is flawless and flawless.

"This sword is called Feixian outside the sky?" It wasn't until a long time ago that the middle-aged man looked at Wang Feng and asked.

Wang Feng nodded. He was a little out of strength at this time. This sword cost at least eight-tenths of his profound energy. If it weren't for the strange state caused by the flames on the other side, he could quickly absorb this ancient land. of profound energy, he was afraid that he had collapsed at this time.

"You created it?"

"No, it was created by the elder of my sect, Ye Gucheng! There are currently three master swordsmen in my immortal sect. Each of them has created his own set of swordsmanship, and each set is no worse than this sword!" Wang Fengyao He shook his head, looked at the middle-aged man, and said solemnly.

As soon as Wang Feng said this, the middle-aged man shook again. He stared at Wang Feng and said, "Can I join your sect?"

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