My Sect Is Over A Billion Points

Wang Feng thought for a while, since he couldn't force the firefly from the other side, so let's do it for the time being.

Of course, it is the system that really makes Wang Feng choose to watch the changes. As the owner of the system, Wang Feng believes that if there is a danger, the system will definitely not ignore it.

Shaking his head, Wang Feng was about to continue heading towards the depths of the ancient land of God's Fall. He frowned and turned to look.

Behind Wang Feng, there was a figure walking towards him slowly. It was a middle-aged man wearing a simple robe and carrying a big sword!

That sword was very big. It was the first time that 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 had walked into his ten-mile land before he realized that even if his mind had been attracted by that stream of fireflies from the other side just now, it wouldn't be the case.

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

"Your sword is big!"

Wang Feng glanced at the middle-aged man and said with a smile.

"You are strong!"

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

"You're not bad either!"

Wang Feng smiled non-committal.

"My sword, I want to fight you!"

"But I don't have time...!"

"My sword, I want to fight you!"

"Your sword does not open the front!"

"I am its front!"

Wang Feng was silent. This was the first time he saw someone so obsessed with swords besides Ye Gucheng and others.

This is a pure swordsman, just like Yan Shisan, except for the sword, nothing else!

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

Wang Feng glanced at the middle-aged man and said with a smile.

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

"I win, you follow 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, this sentence is not just talking.

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

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

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

"This is my sword!"

Wang Feng smiled and explained.

After the words fell, Wang Feng moved. He was holding the branch in his hand, and the power in his body surged wildly. The branch that could not hurt people was in vain with an extreme sharpness. At this moment, the void was trembling slightly. write.

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

It seemed ordinary, but at this moment, peerless sharpness rushed towards the middle-aged man from all directions. The void around the middle-aged man was like a quagmire, which made people unable to move.

When Wang Feng's sword stabbed, the middle-aged man stroked the hand of the big sword and stopped. There was a flash of light in his muddy eyes, and then he held the big sword and swung out.

At this moment, a horrible sword light tore through the void, and struck out like a rainbow. The extreme sharpness caused the surrounding pitch-black trees to burst into pieces at this moment.

boom!

Two sword beams slammed together, and countless sword auras shot out in all directions. With Wang Feng as the center, the entire ground was cut into cracks. The originally dense woods formed a hundred meters in an instant. Open space.

Whether it was Wang Feng or the middle-aged man, neither of them paid any attention to the power swept around them, their eyes were fixed on each other, and they moved at the same time.

One person is holding a tree branch and the other is holding a big sword. The seemingly unequal battles, but they collide fiercely. The tree branch is not broken, and the sword does not open the front. Just like this, the surrounding open space extends from ten meters to One hundred meters.

This is the first time that Wang Feng has had such a hearty and hearty battle since he came to this world.

He suddenly understood that Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue; Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng had agreed to those words. It is enough to have a confidant in life!

boom!

After the collision, Wang Feng and the middle-aged man stood opposite each other. The two were panting, their fighting spirit skyrocketed, and the terrifying power surging all over made the surrounding void distorted in a way that was visible to the naked eye.

At this time, Wang Feng's heart was very shaken, he was not shaking the middle-aged man's strength, but shaking the strange state in his body.

When fighting with this middle-aged man just now, Wang Feng clearly felt that the profound energy in his body circulated more smoothly and at a faster speed. Even in this ancient land, he could quickly absorb it. The thin profound energy that drifts around.

The most important thing is that when his profound energy circulates in the body for a great period of time, when it passes through the heart, the profound energy that comes back from the heart is actually stronger, not quantity, but quality.

Needless to think, Wang Feng knew that this was probably caused by the firefly lying on the other side of his heart.

"Your sword is very similar to an elder in my sect. If you meet him, you might become a confidant." Wang Feng glanced at the middle-aged man and said with a chuckle.

"Who is he?"

A gleam of light flashed in the muddy eyes of the middle-aged man, hoarsely said.

"He is a pure person. Compared with him, your sword is still a bit worse. Not only him, but the elders of our sect, your swords are incomparable."

Hearing what Wang Feng said, the middle-aged man was not angry. His eyes were brighter. He looked directly at Wang Feng and said, "How do you say?"

"Their sword has a soul! Your sword, not yet!"

Wang Feng said without evasiveness, but thought in his heart: This is really uncomfortable to pretend!

The sword of the middle-aged man is very strong, not so strong. If it hadn’t been for Wang Feng to practice the swordsmanship of Ye Gucheng and others, he had the memory of them practicing swords in his mind. Wang Feng was really not sure that he could catch this middle-aged man. Of a sword.

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

"Because of me, what I practice is not the sword, but the heart!" Wang Feng smiled.

"I have a sword. If you can take it, I will follow you." The middle-aged man took a deep look at Wang Feng and said in a deep voice.

"Please!"

When Wang Feng's words fell, the middle-aged man closed his eyes, his big sword stood in front of him, his hand was red, and when he touched the sword, the big sword trembled in an instant.

Hum!

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

"The epee has no edge!"

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

This sword, instead of slashing at Wang Feng, pierced into the ground, as if the middle-aged man was not fighting Wang Feng, but was performing again for Wang Feng.

When Wang Feng was puzzled, he was startled, and suddenly raised his head, only to see that there was a huge sword on his head in the void, which pierced him down. It was especially the German who played games with him in his previous life. Like Marcia's Great Sword.

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

That incredibly huge long sword did not stab quickly, but every time a point was dropped, Wang Feng felt his body sink, as if the whole world was suppressed on him. The unparalleled pressure made Wang Feng Feng felt a little palpitating.

The epee has no edge, so there is no edge, but it is also heavy.

Wang Feng didn't have time to think about it. He felt that his whole body was about to be crushed by this great sword. His eyes condensed, and his mind recalled the process of Ye Gucheng creating a flying fairy outside the sky, his whole aura changed. There is no joy or sorrow, the whole heart, like a calm lake, there is no wave of waves.

In this state, Wang Feng made the eyes of the middle-aged man not far away dazzled, and he stared at Wang Feng tightly. He could feel that Wang Feng's body was sprouting a terrifying sword force.

"Flying fairy from the sky!"

When the big sword fell one meter above Wang Feng's head, Wang Feng let out a low growl, and his whole body flashed in an instant. It appeared in vain on the big sword, a sword light, from Wang Feng's hand. Marked out on a dark branch.

This sword is like a shocking light, and it is like a Changhong Jingtian!

This sword is brilliant and fast, revealing the chill that makes the bones and bones chill, and the unparalleled sharpness is so terrible that it cannot be resisted!

The sword fell, the sword shattered!

Wang Feng slowly fell from the void, quietly looking at the stunned middle-aged man.

At this time, the middle-aged man's pupils tightened, and his eyes looked at the stars in the void without a god. He was startled by Wang Feng's sword.

This sword is immaculate, flawless, and unbreakable.

"This sword is called Tianwaifeixian?" It wasn't until a long time before the middle-aged man looked at Wang Feng and asked.

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

"You created it?"

"No, it was created by Ye Gucheng, the elder of my sect! There are currently three swords masters in my fairy sect. Each of them has created a set of swordsmanship, and each set is no worse than this sword!" Wang Feng Yao 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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