The Dragon from Hell

Although he said he was going to take action, Qin Feng sat at the stone table without moving.

Feng Xing always had a very strange feeling, as if he had indeed forgotten something.

It was just that he could not remember it for a moment, and his chest was inexplicably empty.

However, at this moment, the Wuyou Sword, which had not responded for a long time, suddenly moved, and he knew that he should take action.

Behind him was the mountain he longed for in his heart, and he could not and would not bow down in front of a small courtyard.

With one sword, the Wuyou Sword was as sharp as blood, and when the sword was swung, silver light fell, and the ground was covered with frost in an instant.

Qin Feng's eyes flashed, and a touch of appreciation flashed across his eyes.

If it came to sword fighting, Qin Feng felt that Feng Xing's talent was even higher than that of the Dugu Jiujian who was born with a sword bone.

He and his sword were one, and the sharp sword momentum set off a storm the moment the sword was drawn.

It was as if the mountain behind him was falling down and pressing straight towards Qin Feng's courtyard.

On one side is a mountain, on the other side is a tiny courtyard. It seems that the superiority and inferiority between the two is obvious.

But unfortunately, Qin Feng did not intend to tangle with Feng Xing.

He did not pay too much attention to Feng Xing's sword moves. When the opponent's momentum overwhelmed him, he lightly tapped his toes and the whole person floated out of the courtyard. At the same time, the small courtyard seemed to follow his mind and moved behind him again in the blink of an eye.

Feng Xing's sword missed, leaving a large amount of sword energy rolling along the ground, raising dust all over the sky.

He gritted his teeth. The scene in front of him was different from what he expected. This sword should not have missed.

He was very angry.

Facing an ordinary bone, it was a shame for him to use this sword, but this sword missed.

At this time, Feng Xing inexplicably remembered Qin Feng's battle against Dugu Jiujian and Wang Heng two days ago.

I won't talk about the latter, but he knew the strength of Dugu Jiujian. Even if he faced him, he would not be able to win without a hundred moves.

But Qin Feng only used one move.

He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes the next moment.

"Here it comes."

Seeing the sudden change in the aura around Feng Xing, Qin Feng knew what he wanted to see was coming.

He didn't fight back just now, nor did he knock Feng Xing down in one set, for this purpose.

Feng Xing, who was arrogant and proud of his talent, would definitely think of his first two matches if he failed to defeat Qin Feng with one sword.

Although he didn't know why, it seemed that this senior brother of Fengling Mountain had been very hostile to him since they met.

He regarded himself as his imaginary enemy, and he couldn't do what the enemy could do, which was intolerable to him.

Feng Xing's inner world opened up, and seven golden pills shone brightly, rotating around his vast inner world.

The Thunder Spirit Bone lit up, and lightning flashed on the Wuyou Sword Finger, and the sky and the earth changed color in an instant.

This scene made the people watching outside the field all excited.

Only Qin Feng, he folded his arms and stared at Feng Xing. Although he could not see Feng Xing's inner world, he could feel the unusual aura on him.

A layer of lightning covered his body, and his spiritual power was obviously much purer than before.

"So that's it..."

Each of these seven golden pills represents Feng Xing's upper limit. The golden pill contains all his strength, and each one can store more.

"What a pity, I don't have such a good thing."

Qin Feng sighed. It seems that there are more unfair things than he thought when practicing with a mortal body.

"Okay, it's also a broad view."

Qin Feng's voice fell, and the mountain overturned again. Feng Xing's sword was obviously much more fierce than before.

"Forget your worries!"

His sword was like a backflow of water from a chasm, covering the sky and the earth.

The people outside the arena were so excited that many disciples stood up.

Sang Cancan clenched her fists and stared at the white figure in the ring, her pretty face full of excitement: "Big Brother..."

Kill him, you must kill him!

Otherwise... there will be endless troubles!

On the highest platform, the leaders of the four major sects were all present today.

As a sword fanatic, Dugu Ao couldn't help cheering when he saw Feng Xing's sword strike: "Good sword!"

Then he said to An Jingfu proudly: "Old An, although I have been losing this bet, it seems that you can't win now."

"I have to say that the disciples you personally trained are different. Feng Xing is obviously practicing Taoism, but his swordsmanship is not inferior at all."

"Old An, you beat yourself, hahaha!"

Dugu Ao laughed heartily, as if the outcome was already decided.

An Jingfu smiled without saying anything, turned his head and glanced at Gusu He with a dark face: "Gusu Sect Master, what do you think?"

In fact, Gusu He's opinion should be the same as Dugu Ao'sAlmost arrogant.

If we ignore other things and only look at this sword, Feng Xing is definitely worthy of his title of genius.

But if you watch the whole game, you will find that... Qin Feng didn't draw his sword at all!

Gusu He raised his eyes and looked at the seat of Wuyoumen.

The black sword box that Qin Feng always carried on his back was now quietly placed on his seat.

It was obvious that today was the time to compete for the champion. Today's arena did not restrict the weapons of both sides, but Qin Feng didn't even take a sword.

He found out in the previous arena that when Qin Feng entered the arena, he had no magic treasures except the sword box on his body, and he didn't even have a magic weapon for self-defense.

Although Feng Xing is also a child of destiny, he still has a magic treasure for self-defense.

A mortal bone, who gave him the confidence to dare to go on the stage without even his own sword?

Gusu He did not respond to An Jingfu, but secretly pinched the ring on his thumb, his expression more solemn than ever before.

It seems that the thing he least wants to see is about to happen.

Feng Xing's sword energy is like a rainbow, with a towering fairy mountain behind him, and he is approaching Qin Feng's courtyard.

But Qin Feng didn't even mean to draw his sword. He smiled at him, then put his fingers together and condensed the sword energy at his fingertips.

Feng Xing's eyes condensed, and he seemed to realize that Qin Feng didn't even bring a sword.

What is he going to do? Is he going to fight against himself with his bare hands?

However, Qin Feng's sword energy condensed more and more pure, and his sword intent became stronger and stronger.

When Feng Xing approached, a strong pressure came towards him, and almost instantly, the spirit bone on his spirit platform trembled.

This is... Yuanying!

Feng Xing widened his eyes, hoping that what he saw was an illusion.

But then, Qin Feng had already stretched out his hand and pointed in his direction.

This was the first time that Qin Feng showed his cultivation in the Immortal Gate Conference.

A leap forward in a great realm, Feng Xing could not resist.

The Immortal Mountain behind him collapsed, and the arena opened in almost the blink of an eye, sending the two people out.