The urban swordsman is invincible when he comes down from the mountain

"Absolutely impossible, how did Su Changfeng do it?"

"The sword slave's sword was created in Longquan Villa, cutting gold and jade and cutting iron like clay.

"With the scrap iron in his hand, it should have been cut off a long time ago!" The

group of Ouyang family thugs were all extremely surprised after seeing Su Changfeng use an ordinary sword to block and retreat the sword slave.

The sword slave's expression changed slightly, and he looked down at the sword in his hand, and it was cut out of a gap.

Since the Longquan Sword was cast, even the tank can be cut off.

But he didn't expect Su Changfeng to cut out a gap with a handful of scrap iron.

With a bang, the sword slave threw the Longquan sword on the ground and abandoned it.

"Third son, Su Changfeng, this guy is a bit interesting. "

My sword is no match for him, so I hope that the third prince can borrow a sword and let me kill this lost dog."

Hearing the words of the sword slave, Ouyang Fenghua remained silent and still did not turn his head.

He gently touched the two swords on the table, then took out the thinner one and threw it back.

The sword slave raised his hand to take the sword, turned around, and turned back.

Holding this sword in his hand, it seemed to be blessed with mana, which lifted the spirits of all the masters present.

"It's the Zhanlu Sword!"

"This divine sword is one of the strongest weapons in the world.

"Even if you don't know how to swordsmanship, you can sharpen iron like clay in your hand. "

Su Changfeng, I see that scrap iron in your hand must be useless!"

In a burst of ridicule, Su Changfeng slowly raised his long sword.

For this Zhan Lu sword, he naturally heard of it.

Legend has it that it was made of flying stones from outside the sky and human blood during the Warring States Period.

In order to cast this Zhanlu, tens of thousands of lives were sacrificed.

On the day the sword was forged, blood rained from the sky.

The ghosts of all the dead are sealed in the sword.

If there is no absolute cultivation, the sword-wielder will be harnessed and become a murderer.

"In the face of the Zhan Lu Sword, you can still be so calm. "

Su Changfeng, you will regret it immediately, appearing in the Ouyang family's mansion today!" The

sword slave was wearing a red mask, and a Zhan Lu sword in his hand also emitted a red dark light.

It's like human blood thousands of years ago that has never been washed.

Above the hall, the sword qi was rampant.

A blood-colored light appeared, and it flew out of the air and flew towards Su Changfeng's chest.

Listening to the loud sound of the bell, Su Changfeng infused with internal force and used an ordinary sword to take the move.

When the two forces collided, sparks flew.

The sword slave only felt that his arm was sore, and he involuntarily took two steps back.

And the sword in Su Changfeng's hand was cut out of the gap.

"It's worthy of Zhan Lu Baojian!" "

Su Changfeng, why don't you hurry up and be captured?"

"If you kneel down now and admit your mistake, we will definitely give you a whole corpse." A

group of thugs next to him laughed.

After seeing Su Changfeng's sword being cut out of the gap, they were all very proud.

But the sword slave's expression at this moment was a little shocked.

Because the sword Su Changfeng was holding was extremely ordinary.

Being able to block the attack of the Zhan Lu Sword is already an impossible miracle.

This effect will not occur unless the strength of the other party reaches a realm that he cannot imagine.

"It's kind of interesting, but don't get too complacent. "

Su Changfeng, when your sword breaks, it will be when I use the Zhan Lu Sword to take your head!" The

sword slave's tone was sharp, and the blade of the sword in his hand was even sharper.

As the internal force was infused into it, it vibrated slightly, emitting a buzzing sound.

"It's the sound of

the sword!"

"According to legend, the swordsmen of the world, when they reach the realm of the unity of human swords, they will resonate with the sword.

"The sword slave has just obtained the Zhanlu Sword, and he can obtain the recognition of the weapon, and gradually cultivate to the high realm. "

Su Changfeng, you will definitely die today!" Weng

Ming's voice echoed in the hall of the Ouyang family's mansion.

After hearing this voice, those thugs were very convinced in their hearts that Su Changfeng was not the opponent of the sword slave.

But he didn't expect that in the ridicule of Yizhong, Su Changfeng didn't care, just showed a disdainful smile.

"The frog at the bottom of the well is called a sword in vain.

"Your Ouyang family, your understanding of weapons is really lacking.

"Today, I, Su Changfeng, will teach all of you a lesson. With

a swipe, the blood flickered.

Before Su Changfeng could finish speaking, the sword slave's second move attacked.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you can survive under my sword, what you say makes sense.

"If not, it's all bullshit!" The

sword slave has practiced swords since he was a child, and he has killed countless people.

For him, as long as he can kill people, no matter what means are used, he is the winner.

Theoretical doctrines can only be convincing when they stand in the position of the victor and speak out.

So for Su Changfeng's words, the sword slave disdained.

"The way of weapons is an extension of siblings.

"When you cultivate to the highest level, you can reach the state of not clinging to things.

"Your Ouyang family, relying on the sharpness of weapons to practice martial arts, is itself a crooked and evil way.

Su Changfeng ignored the words of the sword slave and spoke out to himself.

As he spoke, the tip of the sword shook slightly, pointing towards the wrist of the sword slave.

The angle of this sword is just right, and the last strike comes first.

If the sword slave continues to stab the sword, then the wrist will inevitably be broken.

According to Su Changfeng's sideways position, even if he fought to the end, he would not be able to hit Su Changfeng's body.

When the sword slave saw this move, he was shocked.

took back the swordsmanship that stabbed out.

Because of overexertion, I stumbled and almost fell.

"Is this a coincidence?"

"There will never be such a sword technique in the world, how can it be so ingenious!" The

sword slave's tone trembled, and the cold sweat was already soaking his body.

For Su Changfeng's swordsmanship, there was a suspicion that it was not true.

Because he never dreamed that there could be such a sword technique in the world.

"The frog at the bottom of the well, in the name of the sword slave, has no understanding of the sword.

"I think you'd better go back and practice for ten years, specialize in studying what kendo is, and then come and do it with me." A

cold voice came out of Su Changfeng's mouth, completely enraging the sword slave.

"Lost dog, even if your swordsmanship is pure, what then?"

"Today, I will use this Zhanlu sword in my hand to personally cut off your dog's head

!" "Let you know that if you know the Ouyang family, not everyone can break in!"

With a swipe,

the sword slave's wrist turned around and used his life's skills.

The hall of the Ouyang family's mansion presents the shadow of the scorching sun in the city.

A white sword light pierced the sky.

"White Rainbow Penetrates the Sun

!" "Back then, on the battlefield of the White Bear Country, the sword slave relied on this move to slash down the helicopter with one sword!"

"Su Changfeng's mourning dog, no matter how powerful it is, it can't be as powerful as a helicopter."

"Waste, you will definitely die today!" Seeing

this trick, all the masters in the audience were extremely surprised.

When the sword slave uses this trick, it means that he is really serious.

Even the general of the White Bear Kingdom used to be under this swordsmanship.

But Su Changfeng didn't care.

In the middle of the dodge, he handed the sword out crookedly.

The swordsmanship is formless and phaseless, and there is no trajectory to follow.

Instantly slashed through the throat of the sword slave.

Above the hall, blood spurted wildly.

In the sound of surprise, Su Changfeng was like a bloody Shura, looked at the third prince with his back to him, and slowly spoke.

"Ouyang Fenghua, are you ready to die?"