Boom
Thousands of torrents of sword intent burst out from Feng Zhuo, all pouring into this sword, just like the sea accepting hundreds of rivers, and thousands of streams returning to the clan
This is Feng Zhuo's most powerful sword is also a sword that he has been honing for many years to reach the pinnacle.
With this sword, the nearly ten thousand feet of land centered on Feng Zhuo has turned into a vast ocean, and the sword energy is like a violent wave sweeping across and spreading unbridled.
Even Mrs. Xihua, a strong person in the reincarnation realm, could not sit still, for fear of being affected by the white sword energy, she would have to retreat, hide far away, or even use her power. To resist and neutralize the killing power of sword energy.
Almost at the same time, Lu Xuanlou gently struck the body of the fierce sword. In the bursts of sword chants, the sword energy wandering between heaven and earth also gathered on Lu Xuanlou like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea. On the side, it turned into three thousand sword lights, and then two clear sword lights merged together, attached to the left and right sides of the fierce sword.
Lu Xuanlou suddenly drew his sword, and in a trance, it seemed as if a bright full moon was rising, illuminating the sword, making it illusive and hazy, dazzling and magnificent, and another big sun jumped out, shining brightly and shining everywhere. Sea of clouds.
A sword carries the sun and the moon, showing an incredible spectacle. This is the unique swordsmanship of the Luoyue Wen family, but it is now being displayed by Lu Xuanlou.
Lu Xuanlou doesn’t have Jianmeng’s ability to see the sword’s heart. No matter what kind of swordsmanship, he can use it for himself as long as he has seen it once or twice, but he is willing to spend time to ponder those exquisite swordsmanship. Divide one sword into countless swords, and then combine countless swords into one sword, and you will know the true meaning.
Wenxi's swordsmanship was something Lu Xuanlou had only seen in his life, and he should study it carefully. Therefore, Lu Xuanlou learned as many swords as Wenxi handed him.
Boom
In the sword field, Feng Zhuo's sword was like a rushing ocean, while Lu Xuanlou's sword was like the sun and moon rising into the sky, shining brightly. The two clashed, and an earth-shattering roar suddenly erupted. The billowing sword energy was either frozen and shattered, or melted and evaporated, creating a scene of extreme yin and yang, ice and fire blending together.
Boom
In the end, in the horrified eyes of Mrs. Xihua, the ocean-like sword energy collapsed and exploded.
Pfft
At the same time, Feng Zhuo's figure flickered, he coughed out a mouthful of blood from the corner of his lips, and his face turned pale.
Feng Zhuo's pupils were dilated, and his brows were filled with disbelief. In the past years, he rarely used his sword, but once he used his sword, even Samsara realm warriors would bow down with hatred. However, today, he used all his strength to draw the sword. Not only did Lu Xuanlou not die under the sword, he was injured and coughed up blood.
Just three swords
Feng Zhuo was injured and coughed up blood
Whether it was Mrs. Xihua, the Taoist Immortal, or the old man fishing on the Hanjiang River, they were all stunned.
No one would have thought that the reincarnation realm martial artist with powerful swordsmanship and the famous elder of the Huangquan Sect in the Southern Territory would be defeated by a young swordsman
Hanjiang Diaosou’s face was gloomy , his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, thenThe bloody murderous aura of the big sun burst out in an instant, and the sapphire-like fish basket was overwhelmed, cracking a wide gap, and the silver-white fishing line was broken into two pieces.
The Immortal Taoist's face changed drastically. Feng Zhuo's defeat was unexpected. Now Hanjiang Fishing Man has also made mistakes. What chance does he have of winning at this moment?
"That's all"< /p>
Taoist Taoist Immortal looked at the high-spirited Lu Xuanlou, feeling unspeakable bitterness in his heart. Lu Xuanlou’s three swords were like the sword fairy coming to the dust, crushing all his pride and ambition.
At the place where Lu Xuanlou and Feng Zhuo fought, the rocks were shattered, the vegetation was destroyed, and there were many shocking sword marks on the ground, such as crisscrossing ravines, revealing the bones buried underground, which was shocking.
After Feng Zhuo coughed up blood, he looked much older, with fatigue and unspeakable surprise on his brows.
"That's it!" Lu Xuanlou asked with a smile.
Including the two swords used to kill the woodcutter, Lu Xuanlou has already handed out five swords, and all of them were thrown with all his strength. At this moment, he has almost reached his limit. If he keeps fighting, he can certainly kill Feng. If you think about it, you are afraid of causing harm to the Tao and damaging the foundation of the Tao. The gain outweighs the loss.
Feng Zhuo's pale cheeks were uncertain. After a long time, he took a deep breath, his eyes were cold and stern, and said, "I admit that I underestimated you earlier, but this does not mean, You are stronger than me."
"Are you looking for death?"
Lu Xuanlou said calmly, the Taoist Immortal and Hanjiang Diaosou had stopped, but Feng Zhuo was still stubborn. It made him feel angry.
“It is still unclear who will win.”
Feng Zhuo was lucky after all. Lu Xuanlou was injured. Maybe the next sword would be Lu Xuanlou’s limit. .
"Then die"
Lu Xuanlou's momentum suddenly changed, his eyes were sharp and cold, like a ruthless god of death, and an invisible sense of arrogance and disdain filled the air. His whole body is neither sad nor happy, and he regards human life as nothing more than an ant or a mustard.
Lu Xuanlou has a violent murderous intention accumulated in his body and mind, which is pure to the extreme. And that bloody day, without the suppression of Hanjiang Diaosou, finally showed its edge at this moment, and with Lu Xuan Tower echoed from a distance, dyeing the sky blood red, making Lu Xuan Tower's momentum reach its peak.
Lu Xuanlou sacrificed the Ten Directions Extermination Sword Formation, devouring it, condensed a sword light with sword energy, and then replaced the three thousand heavenly soldiers in the center of the sword formation with three thousand sword lights, and The sword formation maximizes the lethality.
Between heaven and earth, there was silence, only a touch of blood, three feet and three inches
A panic suddenly appeared in Feng Zhuo's eyebrows, and he could not stop the trembling in his heart, a bone-piercing feeling. The dangerous cold current stimulated him so much that he chose to fight for his life without hesitation.
"Kill"
Feng Zhuo shouted loudly, his beard and hair flying, his eyes widened with anger, his whole body seemed to be on fire, and he poured all his energy and spirit into the Mountain Ghost Sword.
This is undoubtedly the pinnacle sword of this reincarnation realm warrior, and can even be called the most dazzling sword in his life.
This moment, Feng Zhuo should probably thank Lu Xuanlou.
Feng Zhuo may feel that it is natural to lose to a fellow cultivator, but Feng Zhuo cannot be reconciled to losing to Lu Xuanlou.
If it had not been for meeting Lu Xuanlou, Feng Zhuo would not have been able to deliver this sword that already had the elegance of a great swordsman even if he had spent his whole life.
Dang
However, at the moment Feng Zhuo drew his sword, the bloody sword light had already arrived first, breaking through his peak sword, and the mountain The ghost sword was shaken out of his hand and plunged into the ground, shaking violently and screaming, while the bloody edge penetrated straight through his body.
The scarlet blood spattered and flew, hot and dazzling. Feng Zhuo lowered his head in confusion, looking at the sword that pierced him, feeling confused, stunned, and aftertaste
"Cultivation of Taoism" After more than eight hundred years, I finally had a dream. If I die under this sword, I can be considered a worthy death."
The voice is still echoing, but Feng Zhuo's body has collapsed.
For the demonic monk, either I will kill him or he will kill me. At the end of his life, he only had peace and relief in his heart.
Feng Zhuo accepted death calmly.
Lu Xuanlou stood in awe, sighed softly, and bowed his hands as a farewell to the demonic lord. Then he looked at the Taoist Immortal and Hanjiang Diaosou and asked with a smile, "Where are you two?"
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