"Feng Ziyue, the old man has overestimated your skills as much as possible, but I didn't expect to underestimate you!"

The Vermilion Bird Sword Saint's eyes burned, and he laughed loudly.

Feng Ziyue's accumulation in swordsmanship was so deep, it was indeed a surprise to him. Originally, I thought that a genius boy like Feng Ziyue would improve his cultivation by leaps and bounds, even if he was extremely talented, it was inevitable that there would still be some shortcomings in the foundation, so when he made a move, he was not in a hurry.

What's more, he himself is also a newcomer to the realm of returning to the truth, and the sword intent sword moves at this time are not perfect enough, and he finally meets an opponent who has also stepped into the realm of returning to the truth, so he naturally wants to use the other party to hone his sword intent.

As everyone knows, Feng Ziyue also has the same thought.

In the sword cave, he comprehended the realm of returning to the basics, and three years of penance cultivation was not trivial, but it was the first time to really meet an opponent in the same realm, and he also had the same idea of testing and tempering.

The two of them are constantly changing various swordsmanship battles, and their understanding of the realm of returning to the truth in their hearts is becoming more and more profound.

"The name of the Sword Saint is also worthy of the name, and it is also my honor to be able to fight with Your Excellency!"

Feng Ziyue's tone at this time also had a little more respect and politeness.

No matter how despicable the character of the Vermilion Bird Sword Saint is, in terms of kendo alone, it is Feng Ziyue who has encountered the strongest opponent, and his efforts in kendo for so many years are also real and cannot be faked.

If it weren't for this, how could it be possible to master so many complicated swordsmanship, and finally break through one's own limits and comprehend the realm of returning to the truth. On the way to the top?

"Hahahaha!"

The Vermilion Bird Sword Saint smiled endlessly, but there was no joy on his face, "Huangkou Xiao'er, you think your swordsmanship is good. It's just a temptation just now, hmph, when I really come up with a trick, I can turn you into powder in a moment!"

The long sword in his hand vibrate, only to hear the humming sound endlessly, and for a moment, the air of death was permeated. It actually locked Feng Ziyue in it!

Sword Intent of Death!

Gen Mako's pupils contracted suddenly!

"This old puppet is not simple!"

From the realm of returning to the truth, and realizing that everything returns to the silent sword intent of death, it can be regarded as a path above the sword path, and this sword intent of death is cultivated to the limit. It's easy to take someone's life, and now this Vermilion Bird Sword Saint can realize himself, and he is worthy of the name of this Sword Saint!

He was a little late, and he hadn't caught up with the battle between the Vermilion Bird Sword Saint and the other five Moon King Sword Formations, so he was naturally surprised at this time.

The Great Shepherd Sacrifice was expected. Bow slightly.

"I thought I would have to grind for a while, but I didn't expect Xiao Bieli to be so breathless. ”

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I didn't expect Feng Ziyue to be able to grow to this point and force Xiao Biali to use the Sword Intent of Death in advance." Today's battle ......"

The Great Priest muttered to himself, and suddenly coughed violently. couldn't help but bow down, and it took a long time to finally straighten up. A line of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his face showed a haggard and painful look.

"Lord Makusai, are you alright?"

Lan Nishang leaned in front and asked worriedly.

"It's okay......"

The Great Shepherd shook his hand weakly, "When people are old, they can't compare to when they are young, hehe, when they reach a certain age, they still have to fight with young people, and it is sad to say it, Xiao Farewell ......"

He seemed to mean something, but he still didn't say it explicitly.

The body of the Great Pastoral Priest is already decayed, and it is inevitable to have this feeling, but although the Vermilion Bird Sword Saint is much older than Feng Ziyue, his longevity of ten thousand years, for his current martial arts cultivation, although it cannot be regarded as the prime of life, it is only just beginning to be twilight, and it is not how old.

The words of the Great Pastoral Priest seemed to be biased, and Yilan Nishang was a little puzzled, and looked at the confrontation between Feng Ziyue and the Vermilion Bird Sword Saint in the field, still a little worried.

At this time, the momentum of the Vermilion Bird Sword Saint was already similar to that of the day when he fought against the Moon King Sword Array.

Although I don't know if this is his full strength, it is no longer a force that a few of them can resist!

Now standing opposite the Sword Saint is no longer the Moon King Sword Formation composed of the five of them, but Feng Ziyue is alone, can he resist the erosion of this death intent?

Hmmm-

Feng Ziyue's sword light was like snow, and in the sword saint's compelling sword intent, he forcibly broke through a passage and turned around!

The Vermilion Bird Sword Saint seemed to be standing in place now, the long sword in his hand was shaking, as if he was not moving, and he didn't know if he was not moving at all, or if he had already drawn the sword, but it was just too fast for others to see clearly.

Looking at Feng Ziyue's body shape changing before and after, the scene of the long sword swallowing and resisting hard, it was like the latter.

"Static pole and movement, dynamic pole and static, dynamic and static change is nothing!"

Among the people present, Xuan Zhenzi saw it most clearly, the Vermilion Bird Sword Saint seemed to be holding the sword and did not move, but in fact, he had already stabbed out a thousand swords and thousands of swords, and the sword intent of death was extremely dynamic and extremely quiet, not a top master could not see the clue at all, and could only speculate on the movements of the Sword Saint from the clues.

Although his body seemed to be motionless, his clothes were shaking, and around him, there was a faint black track, which was the turning point of the swordsmanship, and it was inevitable that there would be subtle traces.

However, what is surprising is not the magical swordsmanship of the Vermilion Bird Sword Saint, but Feng Ziyue, who was shrouded by his sword intent, was able to dodge calmly, and every time there was no room for it, he dodged the killer sword move, and the speed of this reaction was amazing.

In Xuan Zhenzi's eyes, a hint of discoloration flashed.

"I didn't expect to be able to hold on for so long unscathed, hmph, this kung fu should have been cultivated in the sword cave, right?"

In the sword cave, the sword qi is agitated, and it is almost impossible to dodge if you can't resist hard, but if someone has a heart to use the sword qi in the sky to exercise reaction and dodge, it is an excellent place.

Feng Ziyue was able to persist for so long under the mysterious and fast death sword intent of the Vermilion Bird Sword Saint, which should be the result of this kind of training.

"This kid has taken all the benefits of sword cave cultivation. ”

Xuan Zhenzi naturally also conducted an investigation into the Sword Cave, and he also knew about Feng Ziyue's progress, he had surpassed all the junior disciples, and was almost about to catch up with his previous cultivation records, his rapid progress also shocked Xuan Zhenzi's heart, so this is also one of the reasons why he attaches so much importance to it and comes here in person.

"But no matter what, he has fallen into a disadvantage, and he only defends and does not attack, how can he be justified for a long time?"

Under the attack of the sword intent of death, Feng Ziyue had no flawless counterattack at all, and could only fight to dodge, although he was still very calm, but after a long time, it was inevitable that there would be mistakes.

At this time, his forehead was already slightly sweating!

"This battle, he is doomed!"