This shot came too suddenly, unbelievable, I didn't expect this Bailiu to be able to unexpectedly send out this domineering and shocking shot in a backward shooting posture, and he was really not an idle person.

The speed of the flame spear was extremely fast, like a blood-red lightning, and it rushed to Lu Suifeng's face with a breath. What's even more shocking is that the moment the tip of the gun approached, the flame suddenly exploded, and then it rose rapidly in the wind, completely devouring Lu Suifeng's figure in an instant. The flames are burning and steaming......

Bai Liufeng's soles stepped on the ground, and he couldn't help but staggered back a few steps, only then did he stabilize his body, wipe the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and take a deep breath; It's better to admit defeat as soon as possible! Fortunately, it's just a point-and-click competition, otherwise...... ＂

"Carving insect skills!" Lu Suifeng's mouth spat out a cold snort, and in the middle of his thoughts, a tornado whirlwind was set off out of thin air, whistling and sweeping the raging flames, rushing to the sky.

Lu Suifeng's figure just appeared, Leng Qianji's waist and back were straight, and his not tall body was instantly as tall as a mountain, like an unattainable mountain, which made people feel a sense of looking up. Suddenly took a step forward, and a momentum like an abyss and a sea exploded, and an arm seemed to tear through the clouds, suddenly poking out from the depths of the sky, and at the same time, a vast and domineering fist force collapsed with his arm.

A punch came out, where the sharp and uncast fist passed, the fallen leaves rolled wildly, and a long crack was ploughed out on the ground, which extended to Lu Suifeng's feet, and then it stopped abruptly, and it made people's scalp tingle for a while.

The breath on Lu Suifeng's body was all converged back into his body, without the slightest leakage, and his whole body seemed to be like a sharp sword out of the sheath. The sharp sword intent rushed into the sky, as if piercing the sky and filling the void, the edge was endless, and it was unstoppable.

Poof! Leng Qianji faintly heard his mountain-like momentum, and the sound of being punctured was pierced, and a look of horror flashed in his domineering endless eyes. The next moment, a shocking sword light slashed across the mountain of domineering fist power.

The air exploded under the terrible force of the impact, and the naked eye visibly formed shining ripples, which spread out in all directions, and lifted a layer of surrounding ground. The storm of air currents generated by the impact of the fist strength sword qi was terrifyingly large, and people would definitely be torn apart in it.

"This kid is really hiding very deeply! Fighting alone against four powerhouses at the peak of the life and death realm, he can still be so calm and relaxed, and it seems that he is still at ease. At this point in the battle, I haven't seen him launch a real attack" The knife who watched the battle from the sidelines was also amazed, because his arms were unloaded by Yun Wuya, he couldn't follow the battle, so he could only do it in a hurry below, just think, if he joined in, would he be able to change the situation of the battle?

"Bixue Peak actually has such a demonic figure, it is definitely a hope for its rise. ＂

"Yes, with one enemy and four, and he is also a character above the ninth layer, even if he loses, he is still defeated, and it is difficult not to become famous!"

"It's just a tentative encounter, not the strongest attack on either side, and the real battle has just begun. The audience was excited and full of anticipation for the next battle.

Leng Tianji and Yan Wushuang were one left and one right, locking Lu Suifeng from afar, and the air was filled with a steaming murderous aura, which made people feel tightness in their chests and almost suffocated.

In the face of the momentum and coercion of the two of them, Lu Suifeng's Nebula Sword pointed obliquely at the ground, still showing a light and clear wind, especially his clear and elegant appearance, which is really difficult to associate with the strength of a warrior.

Leng Qianji took the lead in punching out, and the condensed fist was extremely strong, fusing into a domineering and powerful artistic conception. Almost instantly, a fist that split the mountain and broke the stream tore open the space in front of it, and swept away with the wind like a galloping horse.

Yan Wushuang's figure also stepped up at the same time, accompanied by a tiger roar: a wave-shaped blue beam of light pierced the sky in front of him, suddenly showing a scene of water and sky, leaving only a ray of blue light.

The two attacked at the same time very tacitly, one attacking weirdly and trickily, and the other domineering and fierce. The joint attack of the two peak powerhouses of the life and death realm, with the same cultivation, almost did not even have a chance to dodge and hide, and if they chose to compete, they were even more afraid that they would not die fast enough.

There was really no one in the hall who knew Lu Suifeng's true cultivation, and they were all nervously sweating for him, only Ziyan and the others always had a faint smile on their faces.

Lu Suifeng did not choose to dodge and hide, nor did he fight back, but when he felt that the wind was blowing, his figure instantly drifted away, and suddenly disappeared like a wisp of light smoke.

Seeing this, the two couldn't help but feel at the same time, but they didn't expect the speed of the other party's body to be unbelievable, and the whole person seemed to merge with the air, and even the breath on his body disappeared without a trace.

It's just that at this moment, Lu Suifeng's left hand pointed into a sword, which instantly turned into a shock, with a slight ethereal meaning in the swiftness, and he vaguely faced the rushing mountain fist.

The finger sword qi and the mighty fist collided together on the way, the ground trembled, and the air fluctuated violently like boiling water. The next moment, a strange scene happened, a beam of purple light cut into the meteorite-like fist power, unexpectedly, there was no earth-shattering bang, just a weird "click" sound that was not too loud, and the meteorite fist that had not yet formed suddenly burst open, then collapsed, and instantly became invisible.

Leng Qianji's fist that perfectly combines the vastness and domineering into one, was implied by Lu Suifeng's fingers, and decomposed this earth-shattering fist with the momentum of four or two thousand catties.

The remaining finger wind flew out, just across Leng Qianji's left shoulder arm, and with a muffled snort, a wisp of blood splashed and flew back in pain.

At this moment, the wavy spear stabbed by Yan Wushuang also penetrated Lu Suifeng's chest and abdomen as he wished, but his expression was not a little happy, but revealed a sense of surprise.

Because where his spear passed, there was no sense of strength, as if it was a cloud of empty air in the hole, and he quickly realized that it was just a phantom of the other party.

The other party's figure was obviously locked by his own sword momentum, and he could even conjure up an afterimage of the virtual image, where was the real body?

Sure enough, a little cold star suddenly exploded in front of his eyes, instantly turning into thousands of stars flashing, each star was filled with a murderous aura, and everywhere he went, the space was distorted, and the wave-shaped sword momentum collapsed.

Both of them were so impacted by the repulsive air flow that they stumbled back more than ten steps before they stabilized their bodies. Lu Suifeng's figure also shook slightly and retreated back to the same place.

"It's really strong enough!" Yan Wushuang, who had escaped the attack of the stars, struck his spear in his chest and exhaled heavily, as if he had just returned to the ground from the abyss of terror, with a frightened palpitation on his face.

"Next, you kid must be ready to be traumatized and abused. Leng Qianji glanced at his injured arm and snorted angrily.

"Yes, it's not surprising to defeat a few ants, and there's no face to be proud of. Lu Suifeng simply ignored the momentum suppression of the two, and his body faintly exuded a kind of aura of dominating the world, and the sword intent on his body was condensed and not dispersed, but it appeared even more cold and cold, making the surrounding air tremble and distort slightly.

Leng Qianji was the first to move angrily, and when his body moved, a figure drew a faint dotted line on the way, as fast as a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he was close to Lu Suifeng's body, and an arm tore through the clouds again, poking out from the depths of the sky, and the vast tyrant's fist struck out, smashing down like a meteorite.

I have to say that this Leng Qianji old man is domineering and shocking, and even the speed of his body method is also first-class, which is really unexpected. It's a pity that the speed of the body is Lu Suifeng's strength and advantage, and this move is suspected of being an axe.

At the same time, Yan Wushuang's wrist also trembled, and in an instant, dozens of blue light spears stabbed out, and they drank in one go, the wavy spears were like rolling tides, one shot after another, endless edges, strangulation, tearing everything.

In an instant, it was visible to the naked eye that Lu Suifeng's figure was torn apart by the bombardment in an instant under the attack of the opponent's overlord angry sword.

This time, there was a happy smile on both of their faces, because this time both of them felt that their hands were really strangling the real thing, and the kind of piercing resistance and heavy strangulation feeling were proving the authenticity of all this.

For a moment, in the sound of the audience gasping for air, the result soon emerged, and Lu Suifeng's figure was unscathed again.

"How is this possible...... The smile on the corners of the two of them froze slightly.

Lu Suifeng entered the level of "Spirit and God Realm" early, and the illusion of the afterimage was also virtual and real, both virtual and real, and as far as the meaning came, each afterimage was the same as the real body, and it could also launch a sharp attack, to the point of death.

The battle between the strong, the battle of wit, the courage, the strength, the situation is changing rapidly, and a small misjudgment may be spilled with blood and killed. What's more, the repeated misjudgments are enough to die a few times.

The next moment, just when the two of them were slightly startled, Lu Suifeng's left hand blasted out a punch without any fancy fancy, with fast against fast, with force to shake the force, every time he hit, Leng Qianji felt a strong backlash, and a tingling sensation made his arm tremble.

At the same time, the long sword in his right hand left a golden line of light in the air, and cut into the wave-shaped sword shadow like lightning. A cold star pierced through the gaps in the stacked sword nets, and flew straight towards Yan Wushuang's face, and the murderous aura of the golden light made people's skin cold and tingling.