Wu Zhantian displayed a simple martial art with a fierce style, his fists were surging, and the air continued to sound with explosions.

"Divine Dragon Flap Wings!" Wu Zhantian suddenly smashed his fists forward, smashing the swirling pale green sword qi to pieces, and in the next moment, he had already leapt to a higher void, much higher than where the Heavenly Halberd Peak was located.

Feng Xiaojun looked up, still maintaining a rather indifferent appearance, he used to be the sword spirit of the Wind Immortal Sword, and he was extremely knowledgeable, of course, he had long known about the Shaking Light Martial Emperor and his descendant Wu Zhantian, but he didn't think much of his Wu Zhantian. After all, he has not walked out of his own unique cultivation path, and he has not completely inherited it, but he has only cultivated part of the martial arts, such a person is arrogant in front of Feng Xiaojun, of course he will be looked down upon.

Lin Feng watched this scene from a distance, thinking in his heart, if he was fighting a decisive battle with Wu Zhantian, how could he resist this move "Divine Dragon Flapping Wings"?

The wind was howling, the demonic qi was thick, the huge whirlpool was magnificent in the void, Wu Zhantian struck from the void above, and two dragon-shaped energy flashing golden lights swooped down from the sky, just like the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon descended.

Feng Xiaojun's sleeve robes in his hands were blown by the strong wind, and he threw out two pale green Gang Qi swords, the angle was very accurate, and the sharpness of the energy contained in it was admirable.

The two Gang Qi swords really penetrated from the top of the dragon-shaped energy, and then pierced out from the dragon's tail in the opposite direction, dissolving these two majestic dragon-shaped swords in an instant, and all that remained was a faint phantom, and with a wave of Feng Xiaojun's sleeve robe, a hurricane was generated, which dispersed it.

"Sure enough, there are two hits, but I still have a lot of backhand tricks in this trick, see if you can catch it. Wu Zhantian sped up the speed of his palm. Looking at it from a distance, he saw the palm shadows flying around him, and on the way to run, they all turned into dragon-shaped energy, a total of thirty-five.

"This time, Feng Xiaojun doesn't have so many Gang Qi Swords that can resist the dragon-shaped energy, so he is about to fall into the downwind. Constantly dodging. Daoist Xuanji couldn't help frowning.

The black-robed man and Lin Feng also frowned and looked at the battle in the void in front of them, these two were both heroes at that time, such a spectacular battle was rare in today's cultivation world.

Feng Xiaojun did not retreat but advanced, leaping upward, and around him, he continued to condense light green swords with spiritual power and qi, and the number became more and more numerous. Just as he was about to collide with a lot of dragon-shaped energy, Feng Xiaojun suddenly spilled out the fragments of the Wind Immortal Sword that he had collected, mixed with the Gang Qi Sword beside him, there were about a hundred swords.

The sound of Qingyue's sword roar was intertwined. The momentum was extremely strong, just like a scene of sword rain slamming fiercely on top of the dragon-shaped energy that swooped down thirty-five swoops.

At the time of the confrontation of these two special moves, Feng Xiaojun and Wu Zhantian did not wait, they both shuttled from this majestic strength and sword curtain with extremely fast and vigorous body movements, and then their fists and palms collided, like two meteorites colliding together.

The two of them did not choose to fight with all kinds of complicated tricks, but directly competed to see who was more powerful. At the same time, they also have to maintain their strong sword and dragon-like strength.

A void that had been dimly lit due to demonic energy and fog. Because the dazzling energy generated by the decisive battle between the two is reflected clearly.

"Isn't your cultivation not inherited from your predecessors, and all of it is your own cultivation?" Wu Zhantian was very unconvinced, because this person was able to fight him to such a distance, it was already very amazing, Wu Zhantian no longer looked down on other martial arts monks except for admiring the master and shaking the light of the Martial Emperor. That's why he made a rule in Heavenly Halberd Peak, as long as someone dares to challenge him, if he wins, he can get a relic of his master.

It doesn't matter if you lose the challenge, as long as you don't lose your life in this battle. You can stay in the square of Heavenly Halberd Peak and meditate cross-legged, to carefully comprehend the unique martial arts of the Shaking Light Martial Emperor.

It is for this reason that those ascetics with white hair remained, and they challenged the martial arts to fight the heavens without dying, and they were all considered extremely talented, so they were qualified to comprehend here. This is also why at the beginning, when Wu Zhantian just rode the Frost Bone Dragon to the Heavenly Halberd Peak Square, Ouyang Xuan, who scolded the Dragon Clan, was not qualified to stay in this square to comprehend the martial arts.

Wu Zhantian is considered to be a chess opponent this time, the two of them fought fiercely, the sound of the booming explosion was endless in the void, and all kinds of demons within a radius of hundreds of miles were shocked by this huge momentum, but because of curiosity, there were still a large number of demons gathered here in Tianji Peak, standing in a distant position to watch the battle, it was also worth the trip.

"Feng Xiaojun is worthy of being the sword spirit of the Wind Immortal Sword, which is extremely elegant, and Wu Zhantian's martial arts are fierce and vast, which is eye-opening. The black-robed man nodded in admiration.

The speed of their moves became faster and faster, and after another half an hour, they couldn't see how they made their moves at all, only to see many intertwined dragon-shaped energy flickering in the void, and a large number of pale green qi swords bombarded with them.

Later, these two masters flew to the north to resist the wind, Lin Feng and the other three monks also chased over there, and the countless demons around the Heavenly Halberd Peak who came to watch the battle also set off one after another, such a battle must be appreciated well, maybe they will have some understanding in the process, and then they will save a long time of hard cultivation. As the saying goes, ten years of penance is better than an epiphany.

Lin Feng looked at it, and all the peaks they passed through were bombarded by the huge Gang Qi energy that spread around, cracking deep gaps. Those demons and undead warriors who were concentrating on retreat and cultivation in the mountain peak cave mansion were going to be furious to find the bold guy who did this, and then teach him a good lesson, but when they saw such a level of battle next, they no longer had a temper.

Even on a snow peak that was higher than the Heavenly Halberd Peak, Wu Zhantian and Feng Xiaojun both stopped, and the snow-covered white snow had not melted after a long time, and the cold was extremely thick.

Wu Zhantian spun and attacked, and the surrounding Gang Qi formed a Fang Tian Painting Halberd, which was already a killer move with all his might.

"I will do this trick too, do you think you can win in this way?" Feng Xiaojun sneered, and walked forward with a flickering flicker, he was surrounded by many powerful swords, transformed into the appearance of the Wind Immortal Sword, and went forward to bombard the Fang Tian Painting Halberd.

"Boom~" This time the sound shook the earth, and the snowy mountain suddenly avalancheed, and the two of them had not yet decided the winner, so they hurriedly dodged to both sides.

The avalanche was not an ordinary thing, and the demons who were slow to escape nearby were covered by the snow, and the aftermath of the aura carried by them made them die under the heavy snow, and it was impossible to climb out again.

"Haha, it's a good thing that we can destroy so many demons in this decisive battle unintentionally!" Feng Xiaojun suddenly laughed heartily when he saw this. He is not as strict and conformist as Wu Zhantian.

Wu Zhantian stared at him, frowned, and said: "Why are you so happy, if you continue to fight, if I can't control the strength I have exerted, you will probably die in my hands, and at that time, it is a particularly wrong decision for you to regret the decisive battle with me, wouldn't you already regret it?"

Feng Xiaojun was silent for a while, and said with some doubts: "We have been fighting for so long, and we can be regarded as equal, why do you still think so highly of yourself, thinking that you are not doing your best to cause it?"

Hearing him say this, Wu Zhantian couldn't help but be stunned, he really didn't think that Feng Xiaojun actually had a deeper background, so if he tried again, it would be unpredictable. Wu Zhantian thought of this, but he was particularly excited, he was a martial idiot, he was able to meet a real opponent, how could he not be excited?

"You are a difficult opponent to meet, and as a sign of respect, I took out a weapon that I hadn't used for a long time. Please also take out the weapon you are best at, but don't say that it is not a mistake to fight, it is a loss in a weapon, then I will ignore it. Wu Zhantian took off the narrow box behind his back, immediately opened it, and took out a very strange weapon from it and put it on his left hand.

This weapon is like the claws of a huge ancient demon beast, and there are three sharp blades of different shapes inlaid on it, it seems that this strange weapon should be very heavy, if it is a monk with a lower cultivation, it is estimated that it will be difficult to lift it.

"It's strange that you actually hide such a not-so-beautiful weapon in a box. Feng Xiaojun smiled lightly.

"Hmph, there are still six other weapons in the narrow box behind me, and you can see this Heavenly Thunder Claw, which can be regarded as your creation. Wu Zhantian raised his pitch-black giant claws, and the qi surged on it, turning into a red state like a soldering iron, and he frowned: "You also quickly take out your weapon, I don't want to win without martial arts." ”

Feng Xiaojun stretched out his left hand for a long time, and then the whistling wind suddenly rose, and the crystal light flickered, and there were more than a hundred pale green sword fragments floating in the void in front of him, this was really a fragment of the Wind Immortal Sword, Feng Xiaojun was not willing to throw these things away.

"You use these fragments as weapons to fight me, do you look down on people?" Wu Zhantian said with some anger, after all, he had treasured the weapon Heavenly Thunder Claw for a long time, showing enough respect for his opponent, but being responded to like this, he couldn't help but feel angry.

"Brother Wu, you will be mistaken. I am the sword spirit of the Wind Immortal Sword, and later I have cultivated to the current Cheng Dù with the energy of this sword, although the Wind Immortal Sword has become a fragment, but it is still my most respected weapon, do you understand what I mean now?" Feng Xiaojun's expression became more solemn, and as soon as he mentioned the Wind Immortal Sword, he became more solemn.

Next, these blade fragments spun and flew rapidly in the void in front of Feng Xiaojun's body, gradually becoming like a whirlpool-like form, and when the fragments gathered together, they looked like the original intact Wind Immortal Sword, with a blue light and extraordinary momentum. (To be continued......)