In that bloody battlefield, a red-haired young man was surrounded by four long swords. His hands were constantly interlaced, and afterimages were dancing towards the man in black robes in front of him.
"Ding! Ding ding!"
A clear sound like a bell kept ringing, and there were several long black swords surrounding the body of the man in black robe.
If you look carefully, you will find that after each fight, the two of them would immediately release the sword they were holding, and then take out another sword to slash with it, while the other hand quickly caught the other one and dropped it.
The long sword is constantly circulating, causing the speed to be so fast that afterimages are produced.
There were more and more swords beside them, and in the end, the swords would not fall down, as if they were flying in the air for Ling Feng and the two of them to use.
All this happened in just a few minutes. Ling Feng needed to remember the position of each long sword and the time they could stay. If it exceeded the range of his hand, the rhythm would be disrupted.
Ling Feng had no way to fight back against such intensive attacks from the men in black robes. Even defense was already very difficult. There were more and more long swords around the two people's bodies. When a certain moment came, Ling Feng's eyes narrowed.
coming!
The next second, the two people seemed to know each other's thoughts, and they jumped back together. Their long swords still stayed in place. The moment they were about to fall, a long sword appeared in Ling Feng's hands.
The same goes for the men in black robes.
Then the two people rushed forward, the long swords in their hands staggered and slashed out in front of them, and with the huge force, they also thrust out the long swords in the air.
"Boom! Ding! Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!"
Ling Feng no longer relied on exchanges, but held two swords in his hands. He used all his strength with every blow, driving all the long swords around him to slash out together.
Chopping, slashing, stabbing, crushing, teasing, intercepting, pressing, every move and every move seemed to be transformed into a flower in the hands of these two people, extremely smooth. There was obviously no mysterious energy, but Ling Feng and the black-robed man's
It's as if the hands are connected to the swords.
Dozens of long swords collided together and could not be disrupted. If it was a strong wind just now, it is a heavy rain now! Ling Feng has practiced so far, and his combat experience is fully utilized at this moment.
"I will force you to draw your hundredth sword!"
Ling Feng looked at the man in black robe two meters away and shouted, then he raised his hands fiercely, the sword blade and his arm were connected in a line, and dozens of long swords were brought to his head in a swish. The next second, Ling Feng followed
Both hands slashed at the black-robed man.
Seeing this, the man in black robe did not retreat but moved forward. He moved the toes of his right foot forward an inch and stabbed forward with the black swords in his hands. The long swords around his body stabbed Lingfeng with a crashing sound. In the process,
One point two two points four four points eight eight points sixteen.
Under such comparison, the dozens of swords in his hand became very small. Before Ling Feng could even see how many swords there were, his whole body was instantly pierced by the rain of swords.
It's dark again.
When Ling Feng opened his eyes again, he saw a piece of black stone, with a full moon hanging above his head, illuminating the various plants crawling on the stone.
Ling Feng did not move, still sitting on the wet mud. His face looked a little ugly, and he was afraid. Although he could not feel the pain in the illusion, he felt like watching his eyes being pierced by the sharp edge of a long sword.
But it’s really uncomfortable.
"how do you feel?"
Ghost Shura suddenly appeared behind Ling Feng, looked at his back and teased, Ling Feng did not respond, but turned to look at the smiling man, feeling a little heavy.
Ling Feng already knows why Shura Sect rose up "suddenly".
How cruel was that war that led to such a sword fight?
Ghost Shura looked into Ling Feng's eyes. He seemed to have realized something, but Ghost Shura said nothing. He reached out and patted Ling Feng's shoulder and left in the latter's eyes.
The six-hour time limit has not yet ended. The reason why Ling Feng woke up early is because there are only so many scrolls. If you want to know the subsequent moves, you may have to enter the Shura Sect to see them.
Ling Feng did not look at the progress of the others, but recalled what he had learned just now. The battle just now was the most frustrating and enjoyable battle he had ever fought.
You can't use Xuan Qi, you completely rely on the conditions in the illusion, and you can use twenty-two of them at the same time. Just the exchange in this process makes people feel impossible, let alone resisting the wind-like attack of the black-robed man.
But it is such a kind of sword technique that Ling Feng still figured out the method after "dying" hundreds of times. As long as you succeed in the first try, you will know what to do next time.
Moreover, most of Ling Feng's battles along the way were to win with less and with more lives, and his reaction speed was very fast. It was only through the combination of these factors that he was able to learn the Wanming Sword Jue in just a few hours.
of fur.
Recalling the fighting method of the man in black robe, he knew exactly which sword he should hold and what moves he should use to achieve the best effect the moment he let go.
It was extremely precise, and every stroke hit exactly where Ling Feng had overlooked.
The man in black robe was like a master, telling Ling Feng in a fighting way, "You are wrong here, and here, here..."
It was precisely because of this battle that Ling Feng felt ashamed of his previous ways. He was too reckless, relying on the suppression of the Xuanqi realm to not consider other things, and just looked at people and charged like a bull!
act recklessly.
When Ling Feng was thinking, the area where he practiced martial arts was like a pool of stagnant water. On the contrary, those who chose martial arts were the ones who chose martial arts. From time to time, countless mysterious energy emerged from someone's body and returned to the world.
And those who have no movement at all are undoubtedly failures. Yes, for them, it is a bad thing to maintain their realm now, but it is a good thing to lose their realm.
Six hours passed by in a flash, and thousands of people opened their eyes. Even if they wanted to delay it for another minute, they couldn't because the profound energy in the scroll could only last for six hours.
Just when they woke up, there were sighs from the side practicing the Shura Art. Ling Feng stood up and glanced over. One of the three people had a sad face. It was obvious that he had not understood the Shura Art, even if it was a thousand points.
One of the Shura Jue, then their fate has been decided.
And what about those who chose to fight? Although there were only a dozen of them, they all had smiles on their faces. It was obvious that they had learned a lot in that illusion.
Ling Feng counted carefully and found that there were seventeen people, ten of whom were the bosses of those small teams. Ling Feng skipped over Si Nan when counting because the look in this guy's eyes was a bit disgusting.
"whispering sound!"
Si Nan curled his lips. He knew what Ling Feng was doing, but he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when he saw Ling Feng skipping over him. Si Nan thought about it, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He seemed to have a solution.
Just when Si Nan was thinking of ghost ideas, Ghost Shura stood under the 100-meter-high mountain gate and clapped his hands. His voice was particularly clear in the quiet night. His face was as cold as before, and he said: "Those who have not succeeded in understanding can leave.
Already."
"..."
The silence around was terrifying. Those who lost were silent. They didn't want to leave, but the facts were before their eyes. Under the gaze of the winners, they were stunned again.
Most of the people turned around and walked out of the canyon.
The Shura Sect, the five major divine emperor sects, were right behind them, only a hundred meters away, but now, they were getting further and further away.
No one will sympathize with them. They rely on their own talent and hard work to continue to stand here, otherwise they will also leave with the losers.
Ghost Shura looked at the half of the people who stayed. There was no fluctuation of profound energy in their bodies. Changing the techniques caused the profound energy in their bodies to conflict with each other. They had to abandon the original foundation. For the first time, Ghost Shura appeared in front of everyone.
He smiled and said: "Today, you have lost what you have worked hard for for more than ten years. Do you feel it is a pity?"
"What a pity!"
The shouts of more than a thousand people instantly rang out in the canyon. They really did not feel any pity, because just when the Shura Art was destroyed, the speed of refining profound energy made them elated.
And now that the profound energy between heaven and earth is so abundant, coupled with the cultivation of Shura Sect, it will not take much time to surpass the previous realm.
Ghost Shura smiled mysteriously at this, and then looked at the eighteen people practicing the battle: "If you still dare to stand here, you should be able to do it. Which one of you will show off first?"
Suddenly, everyone's attention was focused on Ling Feng and the others. If they had the confidence not to change the Divine Emperor's skill, they would definitely create their own skills. Everyone wanted to know what confidence these people had, and
How big the gap is between them.
When more than a dozen people heard this, they looked at me and I looked at you. Everyone was stunned. At this time, Si Nan took a few steps forward. Everyone's eyes lit up, waiting to see the great master. As a result,
He said something out of nowhere.
"Let Senior Brother Ling come first. We are not yet proficient, so he can give us some guidance."
Si Nan had a harmless smile on his face. He happened to be good-looking, and there was nothing wrong with what he said. Everyone turned their attention to Ling Feng. In the eyes of everyone, this red-haired man was also extremely mysterious. In the first round and the second round
They are all the guys who have won the first place, and what Si Nan said is not unreasonable.
Although Ling Feng liked to keep a low profile, he didn't feel anything as the first one. He just felt that Si Nan might have other ideas. He nodded in agreement, then turned around and walked to the black stone.
Thousands of people stared closely, they really wanted to see how powerful the Ten Thousand Underworld Sword Art was.
Ling Feng directly took out an ordinary long sword, and then moved his left hand first to strike the wall. Without Xuanqi, he only used 50% of his strength, and it just cut through the stone.
For a moment, everyone felt disappointed. Is this Ling Feng's strength? But the next second, they were stunned and forgot to blink.
I saw Ling Feng's left and right hands slashing together, almost turning into an afterimage, and the long sword disappeared in his hand. Not to mention the rocks, Ling Feng slashed down with one sword after another, not even cutting off any of the vines.
It's like waving to a stone.
But the strange thing is that one long sword after another continued to float around Ling Feng's body, but the people present discovered that Ling Feng did not use any profound energy at all. How did he do it?
Those who practice the art don't understand it, but those who practice the Wanming Sword Art have long been dumbfounded. They all say that laymen only see the fun, while insiders see the door.
They knew that this was uncomfortable and they could do it with speed. Looking at the twenty swords around Ling Feng, only those who have practiced the Wanming Sword Jue for many people would know how difficult and heaven-defying this is.
Ling Feng felt that fighting without the men in black robes was boring, so he stopped when he had reached exactly twenty swords. The long swords poured into the storage container like running water, and the wall in front of him was nothing but