The sky of the impeller fairy domain is always colorful.

The whole world is like indulging in a cradle-like dream.

Yu Meiqi is just a source of trouble.

Yun Zhifan and Hou Yan used to be the most qualified young talents to marry Yu Meiqi.

This does not mean that they are the most powerful young talents in the Impeller Immortal Domain.

What's more... In the face of fame, sometimes the original purpose of the fight is no longer important.

Just like now, the opponent Meng Xinghe is facing is not Yu Meiqi's admirer.

It is the one hundred and eighth righteous son received by the mayor.

Nominally, he is still Yu Meiqi's elder.

In order to consolidate his dominance, he accepted some young cultivators from ordinary backgrounds but with amazing talents as righteous sons, and gave them kindness and righteousness, and restrained them with morality.

Tying these people to the wheels of the interests they represent is the usual tactic of the mayor.

To put it bluntly, in fact, it is just an offering to the Yu family, and there is still a big gap between it and the real core disciples.

The mayor's one hundred and eighth righteous son is named 'Yu Feihong'.

Twenty years ago, there was the name of the Nine Xuanba Sword.

After hearing that Meng Xinghe's sword skills were outstanding, he was already itching.

Now that there was a reason to provoke, he came to the door and challenged Meng Xinghe.

Of course, this is also deliberately provoked by someone and pushed behind the scenes.

Meng Xinghe is like a catfish, stirring up the originally quiet pool water into turbidity and chaos.

Lao Meng wants to fish in troubled waters, and naturally there are other people who want to see the clear water in the pool.

It's clear who is doing the trick and who is moving.

Meng Xinghe is handsome and flawless, looking forward to it, his spirit is flying, he is like a natural sacred, when he chooses to shine, no one can ignore his existence.

And Yu Feihong, who was standing opposite him, could only be regarded as delicate, and when he laughed, he had a child-like purity. It's just that Yu Feihong is like this, but it is a little inconsistent with the name of his Nine Xuanba Sword.

It's just that when Yu Feihong pulled out his knife.

It's not hard to guess why he has such a name.

Although the knife does not take the road lightly, in general, it is a short-range weapon, and it does not win by weight.

However, the knife in Yu Feihong's hand was seven feet long, heavy and thick, exuding a dark light, and from a long distance, you could feel its amazing weight, only afraid that it weighed at least 100,000 catties.

Such a knife, wielded, of course, will make people feel very domineering and difficult to resist.

Meng Xinghe didn't even frown, he didn't even have extra greetings.

Because any greetings are not necessary.

When he saw Yu Feihong, he understood... This is a pure knife repair that has not been seen for a long time.

Yu Feihong's devotion and dedication to the way of the knife even surpassed the many sword cultivators he had seen when the ontology Lin Xi first became famous for the way of the sword.

Because on his knife, there is no color entangled in fame and fortune.

It's not that fame and fortune dull knives... Sword cultivation is not as awkward and turtle hair as sword cultivation, but it is a more pure knife, and when it is wielded, it is more sharp. With a knife with a heart of fame and fortune, it will certainly be more vicious, but sometimes, it will be forced to become sluggish.

Raising his palm, Meng Xinghe had already swung down with a knife, which was his respect for a true sword cultivator.

This knife seems to be attacking but also seems to be defending, as if retreating but as if he is about to break through, which is really incomprehensible.

In fact, he has already comprehended the truth in the sword technique to the extreme, so that any action he makes is like a tendency, an attack.

Yu Feihong is much simpler, the sword in his hand carries a magical trajectory, such a giant blade is in his hand, but it is as dexterous as an embroidery needle.

Every bit of strength and every trace of arc is extremely accurate, without the slightest deviation, let alone the slightest hesitation.

He didn't care about how Meng Xinghe made the knife, but just followed his original trajectory and went recklessly.

The two have very different styles of moves, and this feeling is like two completely unrelated people, each walking on their own path, and then suddenly pulling out a knife and slashing, but a mistake is like two spaces that were originally parallel and not connected, and they collided in an instant.

Bite!

There was a clear roar, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The blade misses against the blade.

The two of them waved the edge in their hands willfully and stubbornly in this posture like chickens and ducks, and they didn't know how many times they had fought each other.

Every time I fought the Liuhong above the heavenly dome, the color of the leap was a little dimmed, and the magnificent waves above the sea of clouds were also swept away.

It wasn't until later that the clouds and smoke that rolled up almost broke through the shackles of space, and the light that refracted from outside the Immortal Cultivation City and from the layers of annihilation secret realms seemed to be all in the hands of the two of them, turning into the light in their hands.

A hand-to-hand conflict, Yu Feihong seems to have fallen into a disadvantage.

Meng Xinghe launched an attack, like a raging wind and rain without stopping, not giving Feihong any time to breathe.

And Yu Feihong's figure was like turning into a feather, unbearable to the wind brought by Meng Xinghe, he was blown away and flew back, avoiding the blade by a fraction of a millimeter, and the giant blade in his hand was slashing wantonly, also constantly forcing Meng Xinghe, so that he still had to occasionally interrupt the offensive and defend in the crazy attack.

The difference between a continuous offensive and the occasional disconnected attack is only a few knives, but the effect achieved is very different.

Under the pressure of Meng Xinghe, Yu Feihong suddenly let out a long roar, suddenly froze in the air, and slashed down with a giant blade in his hand.

When this knife was slashed, the top of Yu Feihong's head seemed to bloom with a brilliant flower of sword qi.

This is his spirit, which has been condensed to the extreme.

Faced with the sudden arrival of this knife, Meng Xinghe's eyes were full of wonder, and his eyes stared deeply at the knife condensed in his chest, as if he had settled into an old hatred, and seemed to turn a blind eye to the god-like knife that Yu Feihong was crazy about.

If it was someone else, he was naturally stupid by Yu Feihong's knife, and he had forgotten to fight back, and even forgot that he was still alive and not really dead.

But at this moment, it was Meng Xinghe who was facing this knife, and he would never be stupid by a knife.

He just stood there, his knife seemed to be in its sheath, for he had lost the slightest momentum in his body.

The previous kind of knife moves and sword intent that were complicated, turbulent, and unpredictable, as if they contained all the truths in this world, have disappeared at this moment.

Did he throw in the towel?

No one would think so.

Meng Xinghe had already used his actions to constantly prove himself to everyone, proving that he really had a powerful ability that was unique in the Impeller Immortal Domain.

The next moment, the light of day flashed.

It was as if between heaven and earth, there was a ray of light, beyond the light of the sun, moon and stars, but gathered the essence of the three lights.

And this light is Meng Xinghe's knife.

Everything can only be described in a quick word, and it happens at high speed that is difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.

Even if there are cultivators, with the help of the Xuanguang Illusion Technique, they can't slow down this speed and see clearly the trajectory and origin of Meng Xinghe's knife.

All the air currents and vitality seemed to be sucked by Meng Xinghe's earth-shattering sword.

The knife is a murder weapon, it is born for killing, and there is no other intention.

Therefore, the ultimate sword intent is the ultimate killing intent.

To deal with such a knife, there is still only one way to fight.

"Boom!"

Energetic and rolling.

The two of them retreated like an electric shock.

Whether it is Meng Xinghe or Yu Feihong, they have already reached the realm of consummation of the primordial spirit and the leakage of the body.

The degree to which the essence of the whole body is locked in the whole body.

But at this moment, they were all sweating like rain, and their whole bodies were wet with sweat, as if every time they swung the knife before, it was not the knife in their hands that was waved, but all their spirits.

They can't even be distracted to say a word.

What's more, they no longer need words, and every docking of sword techniques is a collision between spirit and soul, which has long surpassed the confrontation of words.

Meng Xinghe swirled with a simple knife split, and the blade swept towards Yu Feihong, who was coming back.

This knife is very slow, slow and unreasonable. This knife is very clumsy, although there is no change, but the ever-changing is in it, like the infinity of heaven and earth, and the universe is endless.

However, Yu Feihong used a kaleidoscopic action, and finally summarized it into a knife, and the giant blade in his hand suddenly rose with a vague phantom.

Suddenly, all the brilliance between heaven and earth seemed to have disappeared, and then when it reappeared, with a blood-colored light, it transformed into infinite sword light.