[Chapter 1003 Moonlit Night Slash!]

Although the Great Shepherd opened his mouth to praise and speak like this, his subordinates showed no mercy at all.

The sword light is like the moon, with a faint sense of sadness, like the pain of the hero's end, in the darkness, turned into a nameless clear light.

Moonlit Night Slash!

The latter form of the cold moon burial poetry soul is also the peak of sword intent, spewing out!

Feng Ziyue's mighty sword light, touched by this wisp of clear light, was like a boiling soup pouring snow, sneering and melting sound!

The pervasive, pervasive moonlight that shines all over the world, when it falls, is silent, but it cannot be resisted.

Change!

Harvest!

Withdraw!

Feng Ziyue's sword intent was swallowed, barely maintained, but he could only watch as this sword light attacked his forehead!

His heart was cold, his wrist was tight, and he was about to use the next move-nameless swordsmanship!

However, at this time, the moonlight stopped.

The Great Shepherd Priest erupted into a violent cough, snorted, and sat down on the ground, wowing out a mouthful of Yin Yin's blood, which fell to the ground like a plum blossom.

The irresistible sword light also dissipated without a trace.

The swordsmanship is the ultimate swordsmanship, but the person is already a decayed body.

Even the Great Shepherd Sacrifice that has been cultivated to the heavens cannot resist the passage of time.

"If it was five hundred years ago, I would still be able to advance the sword light by three inches......"

The Great Priest coughed and wheezed for a while, but finally eased up, raised his head, glanced at Feng Ziyue, and laughed dryly.

If you step three inches further, you will be able to cut off Feng Ziyue's head, but Feng Ziyue knows that he is not lying, if he doesn't have a nameless swordsmanship, he is afraid that he really can't resist this poetic and moonlight swordsmanship, he sincerely admires it and nodded.

"The swordsmanship of the Great Pastoral Sacrifice is brilliant, and I admire it to the fullest. ”

Feng Ziyue also saw that the Great Pastoral Sacrifice really had no killing intent, although his swordsmanship was strong, but he had no killing intent, but he still didn't understand what the Great Pastoral Sacrifice was trying to do like this.

"Your swordsmanship isn't bad either......

The Great Priest shook his head, and there was a line of leisurely fascination on his face, "My Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique was created by the Moon Lord, and passed on by the Moon Lord's disciples, and in today's world, few people can resist it." ”

"The strength of the Moon Lord's swordsmanship, as soon as he is?"

Although Feng Ziyue has also heard the legend of the three masters who pretend to be gods, the Lord of the Sun, the Lord of the Moon, and the Lord of the Four Directions, after all, there are few people who have seen them in this world, and there is no specific information, just some ethereal legends.

"His old man's martial arts can no longer be described as martial arts......"

The Great Priest is a believer in the Moon Lord, so he naturally said it as a god, but he didn't exaggerate it too much, but looked at Feng Ziyue with a smile, as if he had picked up a treasure.

"It's your swordsmanship, I think the sword intent is still there, and there is still room for improvement...... It's amazing, it's amazing!"

Feng Ziyue's heart moved, he had already slightly felt the direction of the eighth style of the Sword Divine Technique, and the woman in white was Linglongwan at the beginning, and she also said that his sword intent still had room to continue to develop.

"The great shepherd priest praised it, and he was ashamed to be ashamed. ”

Feng Ziyue is not modest, he is the first person in the outer world, but in the galaxy world, although he can also be called a master, there is a sky outside the sky, tens of millions of swordsmanship, and countless people have reached the peak.

For example, the Vermilion Bird Sword Saint, such as Xue Dingren, the great grandmaster who created the immeasurable mystical sword technique, and the Moon Lord who created the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique.

These people have all gained the true meaning of swordsmanship, and their martial arts have stepped into an incredible realm.

I have to admit that the current Feng Ziyue is not their opponent.

But he has no fear at all, and when he integrates the martial arts of ten thousand families, creates sword moves again, and continues to climb to the peak of swordsmanship, he will be able to fight with these people sooner or later!

He wants to be a veritable sword god and truly reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship!

The stronger the master, the more clever the swordsmanship, the more his fighting spirit will be aroused!

"Don't be afraid to be," the great shepherd priest shook his hand, the clear light all over his body disappeared, and he slowly walked back to his original position, sat down slowly, closed his eyes and shook his head, "Lu" showed a tired state, "I took the liberty of inviting Mr. Feng to come, and I took the liberty of trying it, it was really the old man's no, I wanted to invite Mr. Feng Haihan." ”

"It's also a blessing to be able to see such a subtle swordsmanship of the Great Pastoral Sacrifice, how dare you be strange. ”

Speaking of the behavior of the Great Pastoral Sacrifice, it is indeed a bit rude, but firstly, his identity is at this age, and secondly, Feng Ziyue is indeed admired by the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique, so he is not surprised.

"That's good, the old man is old, and he will inevitably act a little perversely, thanks to you young people who can understand......"

The Great Shepherd Priest coughed twice, and a sly smile appeared.

Feng Ziyue smiled bitterly and was speechless, he naturally knew that this old fox knew very well in his heart, and he was by no means a perverse, but he didn't want to say anything.

"I don't know what the Great Shepherd has summoned to come for?"

This high leader of the Vermilion Bird Seven Residences Moon Main Temple, of course, will not be joking, and called him over to try his swordsmanship, Feng Ziyue can also see that using this Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique is a great burden on the body, and the Great Pastoral Sacrifice is declining, although this is just a few moves, it is a loss of a lot of life.

To pay such a big price, it must be done something.

"You're also a smart guy. ”

The Great Pastoral Priest nodded, "With your martial arts and intelligence, among the Seven Nights of Vermilion Bird, it will definitely be able to stand out and become a heroic ...... without decades of hard work."

His gaze glanced at Feng Ziyue, "I heard that you promised the people of the Night King Hall to participate in the Great Competition of the Vermilion Bird Academy, get the first place, and get that divine treasure for them?"

Feng Ziyue's heart was shocked, the matter of the Night King rushing to find him was extremely secret, even the people of the Fire Source Sect who were on the same boat with them did not know about it, but they didn't expect the Great Pastoral Sacrifice to know, it was true.

Since he exposed it in one bite, there was no need to hide it, Feng Ziyue nodded silently.

"It's nothing, and Bai Zhiwei is not a big deal, but the person behind her may cause you a little trouble......"

The Great Shepherd smiled slightly, but he was also uneasy.

At his level, he naturally doesn't care about this level of fighting. Speaking of the person behind Bai Zhiwei, he only frowned slightly.

"But, does Feng Gongzi want to go on like this, and only focus on this little Vermilion Bird Seven Nights?"

He opened his eyes, and in his eyes, the essence of light was four 'shots', not at all like the aging appearance just now, but like the great shepherd who had just made the sword, and came back!