"It's interesting! Your sword technique has the artistic conception of Hong Ming Dao. Where did you encounter it?" Lu Yu suddenly raised his eyebrows and said lightly.

The Hong Ming Dao is an immortal weapon from ancient times!

This magical weapon was rumored to be forged by Xuanyuan, and it was a magical blade that existed on the same level as Lu Yu's Tai'a sword.

Such fairy weapons only exist in legends.

Lu Yu once saw in the Xuantian Sutra environment that the sea of ​​thunder in the Liangjie Mountain was divided into two parts by a sword energy soaring into the sky.

At that time, Lu Yu specifically asked Big Black Dog, and Big Black Dog told him that the Hongming Sword used to kill demons in Liangjie Mountain, killing millions of demons with one strike, and the energy of the sword penetrated the sea of ​​thunder and remained there for several years.

After the ancient times, the Hong Ming Dao disappeared like many other immortal weapons.

Lu Yu once felt the sword intent of Hong Ming Dao at close range in the world of Xuantian Jing. Now, he actually felt the sharp sword intent in Leng Wuxiang's sword technique, which was really an unexpected surprise.

"I don't understand what you are talking about!"

Leng Wuxiang's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he drew the sword faster.

Every time his sword fell, he had the energy to swallow mountains and rivers, and look down on the world. It seemed that even if there were mountains in front of him, he could cut them open with one sword.

In comparison, Lu Yu's sword skills appear calm and powerful. It is like a veteran who has been fighting for many years. When faced with the provocation of the enemy general, he will not be affected by the other party and can respond calmly and calmly.

It seemed that nothing could affect Lu Yu's state of mind.

Leng Wuxiang's sword was extremely sharp, but he never found a flaw in Lu Yu's body.

"How can this person's magic power be so profound? He took so many knives from me, and yet he still has some power left!"

There was also an uproar in Leng Wuxiang's heart.

He has met many opponents, even if he met some senior experts with higher cultivation than him, they would be panicked and at a loss when faced with his direct and ferocious fighting style.

Not everyone can take the sword of Leng Wuxiang.

With his sharp sword skills, Leng Wuxiang killed countless people along the way.

But these methods were completely useless in Lu Yu's hands.

"I don't believe you can take on all my moves. Try this one!"

Leng Wuxiang suddenly roared angrily, raised his sword horizontally, and slashed across the vast space in front of him.

This knife struck hard, and everything around him was covered in dazzling white light and gradually lost its color.

The people in the sect who were watching around couldn't help but close their eyes.

Lu Yu's figure looked dim and small in the light of the sword.

The world between heaven and earth seemed to be enveloped by the majestic sword energy.

There is no hiding!

The appearance of this sword was to seal all escape routes, so that Lu Yu had to face this sword directly!

"Well done!"

Lu Yu was not at all annoyed, but even happier.

This Leng Wuxiang, the stronger the better!

Lu Yu was seen holding the head-breaking knife in his hand. He did not deliberately face the knife head-on. Instead, in the dazzling white light, he stabbed hard at the front left side of his body.

No one would have expected this.

Even Leng Wuxiang never thought that Lu Yu would suddenly find a flaw in his moves!

This stabbing seemed to be simple and unpretentious, but it happened to land on the life gate of the sword light.
Chapter completed!