Feng Douyue was still holding his sword flat, smiling indifferently, as if this overwhelming pressure was not acting on his body.

The Martial Saint was not in a hurry to attack.

After all, the sword before this made him feel palpitations.

Although it was because of his own demons at the time, his heart was shocking, and his demonic qi was rushing, he was under the sword of this kid, knelt on the ground, and lost face.

But although this sword seems to be mediocre, the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that there are endless tricks in it, which also makes him dare not act rashly.

Although it was in the favorable time and place he had created, the Martial Saint was still cautious and watched, wanting to see Feng Ziyue's sword path clearly.

As a fifteen-year-old young man, under such circumstances, he still has such a deterrent power against a dignified martial saint, no matter whether he wins or loses, he is already honored.

But Feng Ziyue doesn't need such glory, what he wants is victory!

Victory against a true innate top master!

The Martial Saint was waiting, and he was also waiting, feeling the subtleties of the Innate Sevenfold in this battle illusion.

In the previous life, he also stepped into the realm, but at that time, for him, between a sword, the victory and defeat had been divided, and he didn't care much about the creation of this battle scene, but now he is in the game again, but he has another feeling.

Seeing that the Martial Saint didn't make a move for a long time, he smiled slightly, and no longer delayed any longer, and slashed down with a sword on the head!

Rain splashes!

The torrential rain was like a note, and it kept sprinkling, and Feng Ziyue slashed down with a sword, and the martial saint didn't make a hard connection, and took a step back, avoiding this straight sword.

The lightning flashed, illuminating his gloomy face, the sword light was endless, Feng Ziyue's sword missed, and the offensive continued, naturally it did not stop.

The Martial Saint has always retreated.

On this cliff, there is not much place to stay, but the martial saint seems to be familiar with the road, when he retreats, he doesn't look at it, he turns around along the cliff edge, and where he lands, he is only half a step away from the cliff.

This place was conjured up by him, and it was naturally a familiar twist, but Feng Ziyue also didn't look at his feet, just beckoned to him with one move and one style.

Every step of the footfall is also half a step on the edge of the cliff!

His swordsmanship is getting faster and faster, and his steps are getting faster and faster, and under the heavy rain, the ground is already full of water, and where he steps on, the water splashes.

Martial Saint's face became more and more solemn, and in the battle scene he had transformed, he had not yet had a record of fighting for so long.

But Feng Ziyue's swordsmanship, he still hasn't figured it out.

Unpredictable, do whatever you want, but every sword is a magical mystery, so that the martial saint can't help but be secretly frightened.

How much innate swordsmanship does this kid know?

Moreover, he is obviously using the sword with his left hand, why is there no hindrance at all...... Even a little faster than a sword with a right hand?

The more panicked the Martial Saint was, the more calm Feng Ziyue became.

The seventh level of innate is indeed far beyond his current realm, but he himself has also stepped on the peak of innate strength, and his experience in the sixth level of the Tianwu Trial also needs to find an opportunity to hone it.

Now the Martial Saint is his best whetstone.

After practicing in the void space for a month, the real actual combat is actually only with the dragon and demon once, but it is a tough and brave battle, there is no technical content, and now he has encountered the seventh innate martial saint, how can Feng Ziyue let it go.

The swordsmanship unfolds and is endless.

Feng Ziyue fought happily, his mouth whistled softly, and the sword Qiang waved, and under the storm, it bloomed with extremely martyrdomous brilliance.

If someone is here to watch the battle, I am afraid that they have already broken their eyes.

In his own changing battle scenes, a Guangtian seven-fold master was actually pressed and beaten by the junior of the fourth congenital, and he only defended and did not attack... It looks like there's nothing to fight back!

In the heart of the martial saint, he was also extremely depressed.

He wanted to see Feng Ziyue's sword path clearly, who knew that this kid's swordsmanship was endlessly varied, and he couldn't cope with it, let alone see how old this kid was, and he could perform so many swordsmanship, it was simply demonic!

He roared angrily, and finally couldn't help but flip his sleeves and counterattack!

The power of wind and thunder burst out immediately!

The martial arts practiced by the martial saint is the combination of the two heaven and earth forces of wind and thunder.

He usually uses the Xuanmu Holy Sword to control the power of wind and thunder, but now the Xuanmu Holy Sword has been handed over to Feng Ziyue's hands One by one, in order to win Feng Ziyue's trust, all the things on his body have not been retrieved.

This is naturally created after he stepped into the congenital, and now it has already been completed, the wind and thunder are rolling, all in the sleeve collection, between the sleeves, the wind and thunder roar, and the end is very powerful.

The man in black before was killed by his sleeve of wind and thunder and turned into ashes.

Feng Ziyue didn't dare to slack off, and as soon as his swordsmanship was collected, he gradually turned to the defensive.

The power of wind and thunder is extremely difficult to defend, both fast and fierce, but Feng Ziyue's sword moves are also not leaky, although under the fierce bombardment, it is still extremely tightly sealed, there is no flaw, and for a while, the martial saint can't take him. ,

The tide of the war is at a stalemate.

For Feng Ziyue, this was the situation he was looking forward to.

Although he has the confidence to win, he doesn't want to win too fast, in this life, the opportunity to fight with top masters is really too lacking, although he has a hazy understanding of the innate eighth or even ninth realm, but how his current strength compares with them, he has always lacked a ruler to measure.

can only blame his strength for improving too quickly, especially after entering the innate realm, it is simply a big stride, with the help of the innate to the Yuan Fruit and the five-color innate stone, he has ascended to the innate ammonia quadruple in one step, and with the experience and perception of the previous life, plus the Martial Emperor Realm obtained from the cultivation in this life, plus the income obtained in the sixth level of the Tianwu trial, the actual combat power that can be exerted, even he himself is not clear.

That's why he kept the Martial Saint, hoping that he could recover to his peak and fight with himself.

Fortunately, the martial saint also lived up to his hopes, and after cutting off the endless lovesickness lock, the momentum climbed to the top, and the power of this sleeve of wind and thunder was indeed powerful, making his blood boiling, and the sword moves were even more sharp.

Only by constantly accumulating and fighting with such a master can you sharpen your martial arts faster, reach a higher realm, and get closer to the Chu madman!

Feng Ziyue doesn't have much time.

Two and a half years later, the date of his agreement with the madman of Chu was coming, and he had to win this battle, so he agreed to fight with Long Buyang before, just to make an introduction to this decisive battle.

If Feng Ziyue's mind is spoken, I am afraid that the Martial Saint and the generation of strange people Long Buyang will be so angry that they will vomit blood, they are also rare masters on this Tianwu Continent, and they are used as whetstones by Feng Ziyue, how can they endure this breath?

However, for the Martial Saint, he is already angry now.

He even threw heavy hands, but he couldn't help Feng Ziyue, the suffocating breath in his chest became more and more turbid, and the white gas spewed out of his nose, which was even more angry.

This kid is like kraft candy, he can beat him into ashes with one palm, but in the end, he was lured by his sword move, and the difference was a thousand miles, allowing him to escape with his life.

However, after such a long time, the martial saint is not an idiot, knowing that this kid can survive under his wind and thunder sleeves, it is naturally not luck, and this set of swordsmanship is also extremely good.

"Okay! I'll see how long you can hold out!"

The Martial Saint was completely enraged, and his palm changed as soon as he saw it, and he had already performed a trick.

Feng Ziyue saw that his palms turned round, and the power of wind and thunder fluctuated within the range of his palms, converging and forming, and shot out violently, several times stronger than he didn't know just now.

I saw a bright ball of light rushing towards him, Feng Ziyue didn't dare to take it hard, turned over and dodged, but saw the ball of light turning, and Gong Gong to the back of his heart.

"Feng Xiaoyao, try the old man's wind thunderball!"

Feng Ziyue had no choice but to swing his sword downward, drawing an arc-shaped sword light, and with a mellow sword intent, he would lead the wind thunderball away, who knew that with a slight touch of the sword tip, the wind and thunderball exploded. Feng Ziyue's sword was a little sharp, and he took advantage of the situation to open it, but he felt that his ears were buzzing, and his mouth was sour, the power of this wind and thunder ball was really extraordinary!

Seeing that this trick worked, Wu Sheng shouted loudly, waved his palm wind, and sent out five or six wind thunderballs, which smashed towards Feng Ziyue's body.

Feng Ziyue knew that this wind thunderball had the ability to turn and track, and he couldn't dodge, but he didn't panic and waved his sword to block it.

Martial Saint laughed, "My Wind Thunderball is about to explode at the touch of a button, haven't you tasted the bitterness just now?"

As long as the wind thunderball is lightly touched, the unstable and chaotic wind and thunder power contained in it will explode immediately, and the power is infinite, if these six wind thunderballs explode next to Feng Ziyue one after another, even if he does not die, he will be seriously injured.

Feng Ziyue laughed, "Martial Saint, you have a wind thunderball, don't I have a way to deal with it?"

The tip of his sword swung up, and he saw that the sword light was slow, like flowing water, and the wind and thunder ball touched it, but it didn't explode, and it spun dripping along with the sword light.

The first one was like that, and so was the second, three, four, five, six, all dancing above his sword light!

Feng Ziyue's sword fell out, attracting the sword intent of Zhijiu, and the wind thunderball did not touch it, where would it explode?

When the martial saint saw it, he was furious, waved his hands continuously, and more than a dozen wind and thunder balls spun out, like a meteor shower outside the sky, drawing through the silver trails one after another, and rushing straight to Feng Ziyue.

Feng Ziyue was not in a hurry, the sword light became slower and slower, and he saw that the wind and thunder balls before followed his sword light, dripping and spinning upward, avoiding the new dozen wind and thunder balls, Feng Ziyue's sword light was drawn, and these menacing killing moves also circled around him.

I saw that around Feng Ziyue, there were already more than twenty wind thunderballs spinning non-stop, and his sword light flew up and down, but not a single wind thunderball fell or exploded.

The Martial Saint was also stunned, he couldn't imagine that this kid's swordsmanship had reached such a point where he was so superb, and even an invisible thing like the Wind Thunderball could be controlled so accurately. ,

"Come and don't be rude!Martial Saint, try your own Wind Thunderball!"

Feng Ziyue's sword light shook, and he saw that the twenty or so wind thunder balls, as if they had eyes, attacked the Martial Saint with a bang.

Wu Sheng's hands were ringed, and he was still making wind and thunder balls, but when he saw that the trick he blasted out was actually counterattacking back, he was taken aback, and quickly scattered the few wind and thunder balls that had just been condensed, and waved his sleeves to catch these wind and thunder balls.

"Wind boy, are you stupid, what's the use of the wind and thunderball hitting the old man?"

Wu Sheng smiled dumbly, although this kid's swordsmanship is magical, he can actually fight back this invisible and qualitative wind and thunder ball, but unfortunately he doesn't know the power of heaven and earth, so he can take it easily, what is the difficulty of enhancing the power of wind and thunder.

Feng Ziyue smiled silently, and when he saw that his sleeves were closed, he put all the twenty or so wind thunder balls into his sleeves, and then the tip of the sword was pinched, and he couldn't stop laughing!

With a bang, all the wind and thunder balls in the Martial Saint's sleeve exploded!

It turned out that when Feng Ziyue counterattacked, there was a sword qi left on the wind thunderball, and when the martial saint withdrew the wind thunderball, this triggered the sword qi, and as soon as the wind thunderball was shaken, it exploded immediately, and the martial saint was caught off guard, but he was disgraced!

Fortunately, he was immersed in the power of wind and thunder, so he was not seriously injured, but a pair of sleeves were blown into pieces of butterflies, revealing his bare arms, which was very ugly.

"I'm angry old man!"

The martial saint was furious, and when he fought with this kid, he actually suffered losses again and again, where did he put his face as a congenital seventh master?

He gritted his teeth, and finally decided to make a final trick at any cost, and he must kill this kid today!

I saw him with one hand, the rainstorm was even more violent, and above his head, lightning flew by, and the thunder was a little louder, it seemed that the origin of this lightning and thunder was closer to the cliff where the two of them were!

"Wind boy, you are really powerful, it was my mistake to train you to be like this!"

If he knew that Feng Ziyue would be promoted to this point, and he couldn't control it for himself, then no matter what, the Martial Saint would never give him the Innate Yuan Fruit, but also use the five-colored Innate Stone to cooperate, if Feng Ziyue's innate realm can be one or two levels lower, I am afraid that it will be much easier to deal with.

However, there was no regret in the world for taking medicine, and at that time he was hoping to get a stronger puppet.

And now, he is desperate to wipe out this kid!

"Today, I will kill you! Look at the Wind Raising Thunder Fa Study! Nine Heavens Thunder Gang!"

I saw that his hands couldn't be circulated, and while accumulating the power of wind and thunder between his palms, Feng Ziyue only felt that above the dark clouds above his head, he also gathered stronger wind and thunder power, and he looked up at the sky, only to see that the black pressure was indistinguishable.

"Go!"

The martial saint shouted angrily, pushed his palms flat, only to hear a bang, between his two palms, a thunderbolt shot out, and at the same time, above the dark clouds above Feng Ziyue's head, it was also a thunderbolt that slammed down!

Nine days of thunder, thunder and thunder, next to injury, touch death, if you are beaten, only broken bones!

Feng Ziyue's eyes shone with excitement, and he exclaimed loudly, "It's good to come!"