The fist struck by the elegant man carried a domineering and powerful artistic conception. Almost instantly, a terrifying fist that cracked the mountain and broke the stream tore open the space in front of it at once, and swept away with the wind like a galloping horse.

Lu Suifeng's empty hand pointed at the sword again, and the pupils in his eyes were almost filled with shining purple sword qi, which instantly turned into a shocking lightning, with a slight ethereal meaning in the swiftness, twisted, and vaguely towards the rushing mountain fist.

The ethereal sword qi and the mighty fist collided together on the way, the ground trembled, the air fluctuated violently like boiling water, and the violent whirlpool of qi radiated in all directions.

In the face of the elegant man's fist that perfectly combines the mighty and domineering, Lu Suifeng's sword qi contains the artistic conception of ethereal shock, and with the momentum of four or two thousand catties, it decomposes this earth-shattering fist exquisitely.

As everyone knows, the vigorous flow of this backlash actually made Lu Suifeng's figure shake slightly, and the sword momentum in his hand was also stagnant, and the scar man who had been suppressed was also at this moment, and at this moment, he got rid of the shroud of the terrifying sword momentum, and flew out with a "whoosh".

The elegant man was also so impacted by the shock that he stepped back more than ten steps before he stabilized his body.

The scarred man, who had escaped the suppression of the sword, slashed his sword to 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.

"Hehe, next, this kid is ready to be wounded and abused. Someone gloated loudly, which immediately attracted countless sighs of pity.

At this time, the elegant man and the scar man were actually one left and one right, and a knife and a shot were locked on 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.

"Two geniuses in captivity in a greenhouse, almost no different from two ants, even if they win, they have no face to be proud. Lu returned to the sheath with the wind, ignoring the momentum suppression of the two of them, and his body faintly exuded a kind of aura of dominating the world, and the sword intent on his body condensed but did not disperse, but it looked even more cold and cold, making the surrounding air tremble and distort slightly.

The scar man was already holding back a monstrous hatred, and at this time, he was even more angry when he heard the words, and a figure drew a faint dotted line under the early morning glow, and his body moved as fast as a ghost, and he wanted to get close to Lu Suifeng's body in an instant, as if he wanted to give a fatal blow that caught him off guard.

This scarred 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.

On the way, the man burst out with a cold cry: a wavy knife cut through the sky in front of him, suddenly showing a scene of autumn water growing together in the sky, but there was a terrible murder hidden in the beautiful poetic picture.

At the same time, the elegant man's figure also suddenly stepped up, and one arm tore through the clouds again, revealing from the depths of the sky, and the vast and violent fist struck out, smashing down like a meteorite.

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 genius powerhouses, with the same cultivation, almost didn't even have a chance to dodge and hide, and if they chose to compete, they didn't die fast enough.

There was really no one in the city who knew Lu Suifeng's strength and cultivation, especially those who watched the battle, and they were even more nervous to sweat for him, only Ziyan and Murong Qingshui were still indifferent, and a smile always appeared on the corner of their mouths.

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 people in the attack couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts 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.

The two of them paused slightly, and a brilliant brilliance rushed from the depths of the clouds like lightning and thunder;

A strange scene happened, a beam of golden light cut into the meteorite-like domineering fist, the sword momentum, the fist collided, unexpectedly, there was no earth-shattering bang, but a weird "click" sound, the meteorite fist that had not yet formed suddenly cracked, then collapsed, and instantly turned into invisible.

And the remaining wisp of sword qi in the golden light flew out, just across the left shoulder arm of the elegant man, and with a muffled snort, a wisp of blood splashed, and the pain flew back.

And the "water and sky" issued by the scar man vaguely locked the target of the attack at this time, and he slashed out without hesitation, and the wavy blade seemed to cut across the opponent's chest and abdomen as he wished. It's just that there was no joy in his expression, but a sense of surprise.

Where the blade passed, there was no sense of strength at all, as if it was splitting a cloud of empty air, and he soon realized that it was just a phantom of the other party.

"Not good!" Surprised, a strong crisis suddenly floated in his heart, a little starlight had suddenly exploded in the falling knife momentum, instantly turned into thousands of starlight flashes, each beam of brilliance was filled with a murderous aura, everywhere he went, the space was distorted, and the sword momentum of water and sky suddenly collapsed and shattered.

"Damn!" The scar man's heart was shocked, seeing that his strongest arcane killing technique was broken by the other party again, the clothes of the vest were already soaked, and the angry killing intent in his eyes was even stronger, and he quickly gathered the collapsed water yuan power, instantly condensed like a blade, and when the opponent's sword momentum was not collected, a blue light sword was already like thunder towards Lu Suifeng and slashed away.

With fast against fast, without any tricks, it seems to have forgotten that this is just an ordinary competition, and it is completely a life-fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries.

As everyone knows, every time he hits, Ba Scar Man feels a strong backlash, and wisps of soft energy continue to pass through the blade of the knife from the palm of his hand and arm, and a burst of numbness makes his hand holding the knife tremble, almost out of his hand.

The moment the sword slammed again, the scar man endured the numbness and pain, his wrist trembled with all his might, and instantly slashed out dozens of blue light sword blades, and he drank it in one go, like a rolling tide, completely giving up his own defense, one knife after another, and the move did not leave the opponent's death point.

Under the fierce knife attack of the opponent as if fighting for his life, the endless edge, strangulation, and tearing everything. Lu Suifeng's figure was visible to the naked eye, and in an instant, it was torn apart and shattered.

It was only at this time that a cruel smile finally appeared on Scar's face, because this time he felt that his hand was really strangling the real thing, and the resistance of the piercing, the heavy sense of strangulation, all proved the truth of all this.

In the sound of the audience gasping for air, the sword was dispersed, and Lu Suifeng's figure resurfaced unscathed, not even his shirt was torn a bit. Cultivating into the supreme level of the Spirit God Realm, the afterimage that he conjured up was both virtual and real, both virtual and real, and as far as he could see, 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 fight for strength, the situation is changing rapidly, and a small misjudgment may be splashed with blood and killed. What's more, this scarred man misjudged again and again, if it weren't for Lu Suifeng's mercy, it would have been enough for him to die a few times.

Just when the scar man was slightly frightened, a flash of shock left a golden line of light in the air, directly penetrating the heavy sword rays that were cut out, and the sword qi was not sharp, and the murderous aura of the golden rays had already made people's skin cold and stinging.

Lu Suifeng's sword counterattack, each sword was as fast as a flash of lightning, and it struck the scar man's whole body in a strange way, forcing him to withdraw his sword in panic to save himself.

For a time, Jin Mang's sword qi was vertical and horizontal, swaying freely, and the sword forced the opponent to resist hard, block a sword, take a step back, resist a sword, and take two steps back. The swords collided continuously, and an extremely piercing explosion exploded, causing the surrounding air to ripple like water waves.

The scar man went from a fierce attack to being forced to kill by the other party step by step, and the reversal of the situation here was only between breaths, not even a chance to fight back, but also had to worry about the other party's attack and killing, which can be described as extremely aggrieved and angry, what a shame and contempt this is.

It was only at this moment that he questioned whether the other party's cultivation had entered the Spirit God Realm, otherwise how could he be pressed and beaten all the time, and at this time, in addition to trying his best to block, he couldn't even hand out a knife, and if he continued like this, he would definitely lose.

There was no time for him to continue to speculate, the strong could be killed but not humiliated, his heart was horizontal, his body was slightly sideways, and he endured the pain of being pierced through the shoulder by a sword again, and the long knife in his hand pointed directly at the throat of the other party. The figure rose to the ground at the same time, his feet stepped on the void again and again, the whole person rose ten meters high, and the long knife in his hand crossed an arc of blue light in the air, pouring all the remaining yuan power on the blade, and slashed desperately.

At the same time, the elegant man who was spurting blood on his shoulder was really hairy, and his body was also volleyed several meters high in the air at the same time, and the spear in his hand was raised high, and the flame of the spear was spitting.

One left and one right, two figures stood in the air, and a sword and a sword firmly locked on Lu Suifeng below.

Clear water and long sky! The sword is blue and the light is flowing, pure and cold, containing a cold and bone-soaked murderous aura, which makes people's scalp numb and hairs stand on end.

The flames of the spear flickered and spitted, and a blood-red spear with a thick bowl mouth bombarded out of the air, and Fang Yuan was dozens of meters within the attack of the flame spear, making people not even have a chance to dodge and move.

Facing the joint attack of the two, Lu Suifeng's figure took a small step back, a solemnity flashed in his eyes, and he restrained his indifferent posture, and his whole body was like a sharp sword waiting to be unsheathed.