That kid doesn't really want to dance a sword, does he......

The people below were also infected by the momentum on Ye Feng's body, closed their mouths, and looked at the sword in the other party's hand in a daze, as if the sword belonged to Ye Feng from the beginning.

Ye Feng gently held the sword in his hand, his face calm.

As if sensing the gaze of the people around him, he sighed softly, his palm moved as he wished, and his sword walked lightly, slowly waving it on the stage.

Does Ye Feng know swordsmanship?

Absolutely.

Starting from the Starfall Nine Heavens Sword Technique of the Tiantian Cloud Sect, Ye Feng's earliest martial arts skills he came into contact with were swordsmanship, and then to the later Hongchen Break, he even used swords to write an extreme immortal magic power.

Now, Ye Feng is back in the sword, but he no longer sees the mighty and domineering spirit that cut through the red dust with a sword, and the three-foot Qingfeng moves extremely slowly, it can no longer be called a swordsmanship skill, just like the fitness sword skills played by an old lady in the mortal world.

"Hahaha!"

Someone laughed immediately: "Can this also be called swordsmanship? Lao Tzu can't play swordsmanship, and he is ...... than him."

Swish.

In the crowd, several eyes suddenly shot at him, poking straight at the man to shut his mouth.

The one didn't know what he said wrong, but he saw that those people's eyes were as bright as mirrors, as if they had seen the most precious thing in the world, and even ......

Even Mo Xiaotian's gaze on the stage was locked on Ye Feng's sword body at the moment, and he couldn't move it at all.

"This ...... What the hell is going on?"

The man was not far away, and Zhang Qi also felt the strangeness of everyone.

He himself is a disciple of the Thousand Swords Alliance, and he has been practicing swordsmanship since he was a child, but to be honest, he can only faintly feel that Ye Feng's turtle-like movements are not simple, but it is difficult to say where the subtlety is.

Then again......

Zhang Qi suddenly thought, isn't this Wang Tong a disciple of the Badao Sect?

Why can you dance a sword?

"Hey, senior brother!" Zhang Qi couldn't help but touch a senior brother of the Thousand Swords League next to him, whose cultivation was much higher than him: "This Wang Tong, is he really dancing with a sword?"

"Tsk!" The senior brother frowned suddenly, and he was a little displeased: "Zhang Qi, I let you cultivate well on weekdays, but now I can't even taste other people's sword intent!"

It's really sword intent......

Zhang Qi nodded in a cold sweat: "Senior brother is teaching, it's just ...... I really don't understand. ”

"Hmph! stupid!" The senior brother is also an unkind master: "You see that Wang Tong's swordsmanship is slow at the moment, but the trajectory of the sword body is circulating, but the sword intent is condensed but not released, and all of it is stored on the sword body, and the feeling is like a black cloud, and the hidden thunder is rolling, like a ......."

"It's as quiet as before a storm!!" Zhang Qi was explained like this, as if he also understood something.

"No!" Senior Brother shook his head with a solemn face: "It should be said that it is more like preparing for a big battle." This sword is now just a set of starting hands, and it has already condensed such a heavy force, not to mention ...... This Wang Tong hasn't used his immortal power yet!!"

That's right!

Zhang Qi was also abrupt.

At the moment, Wang Tong's sword only showed the sword moves, and it had not yet urged the immortal energy, and its true sword intent essence had not been revealed at all, it was already so attention-grabbing, so what if it had activated the immortal energy?

"I don't know...... What kind of immortal energy is this Wang Tong cultivating?"

Swish.

Before the words fell, a light purple immortal light had already gushed out from Ye Feng's body on the stage.

Soul Dao Immortal Energy!

This kid is learning the Soul Dao Immortal Energy!

People were about to exclaim, but they saw that Ye Feng's originally calm sword body suddenly changed, and it instantly surged on the stage like thunder and furious waves.

Coupled with the soul path immortal energy that was released by the rolling, it actually brought people into a purgatory battlefield in an instant, endless blood was boiling, thousands of living beings were wailing, and as far as the eye could see, there was only killing and death, and even the breath of the nose was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Mom~~

As soon as this sword came out, some people couldn't hold back the fear in their hearts and fell to the ground.

Boom!

Some people even thought that Ye Feng's murderous machine was surging, and he was going to make trouble, so he took out his blade and aimed it at the ring, and couldn't help but want to fight.

Just one change in swordsmanship has already driven the mood of the whole audience, and this situation made Mo Xiaotian, who was standing on the edge of the ring, stunned, because even he failed to cause such a sensation.

Ye Feng's swordsmanship became more and more intense.

The earth-shattering battle that people felt became even more tragic.

Sacrifice is always the eternal theme of war.

The loss of life, the parting of relatives and friends......

The upsurge of hatred, the burial of love......

That is by no means the kind of open-mindedness and detachment that is understated in Fang Cai Mo Xiaotian's sword technique, that is pain!

Unforgettable pain!!

The pain that imprints into the soul!!

People can never forget, and they don't want to mention it, but it is a pain that keeps recurring in life!

Ye Feng waved his sword frantically, and one soul after another could spread that heart-rending pain to the audience.

People watched, and some cried.

They seemed to think of the tragic fall of their loved ones at the time of the catastrophe.

Someone looked up to the sky and scolded.

He is cursing this God's injustice, why should they suffer such a catastrophe.

Others were silent, others sighed.

There were nearly 10,000 people present, but all of them were immersed in Ye Feng's sword intent, and they were infected and moved without knowing it.

Mo Xiaotian is one of the few sober people at the scene.

But at this moment, his heart was also infected by Ye Feng's sword intent, and he was inexplicably sad.

To be honest, in the previous Heavenly Tribulation, Mo Xiaotian's relatives and friends did not die too much, and there was not one in the Thousand Swords Alliance, but his master had preserved his disciples well.

Therefore, the [Tribulation] and [Separation] realms in his swordsmanship are all sharpened after experiencing the pain of others, and the sword intent that is sharpened is indeed a little dull compared to the pain displayed by this Wang Tong on the other side.

Thinking of this, Mo Xiaotian couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

Badaomen......

This sect, which has never been heard of, must have died out.

Otherwise, how could this Wang Tong hide such grief and be able to deduce such a heart-wrenching swordsmanship.

However, this does not mean that Mo Xiaotian feels that he has lost.

His sword intent, the focus is not on the pain, he is to encourage everyone, on the pain of self-improvement, to start a new life, if this Wang Tong one preaches pain, then the high artistic conception of the sword intent still loses more than one.

But just as he was pondering, suddenly, he heard someone below exclaiming.

"Senior Brother Mo, be careful!"

What the!

Mo Xiaotian was startled, and saw that Wang Tong's sword on the opposite side turned sharply and stabbed at him.

"Wang Tong, what are you doing!"

Mo Xiaotian was frightened, and his figure retreated.

But seeing that Wang Tong's swordsmanship is not stopped, he pointed directly at his vital point, and it seemed that he was going to kill him.

"Haha!" Mo Xiaotian instantly understood what the other party meant, and laughed: "Since Brother Wang has this Yaxing, then he will be ugly!"

After speaking, Mo Xiaotian raised his two fingers as a sword, condensed the immortal energy sword, and went straight to Ye Feng's sword.

Bite.

The blade of the sword intersects with the fingers of the sword, making a crisp sound.

The figures of the two are inseparable at the touch of a touch, and they seem to be fighting equally.

Good!!

At the same time, the people in the audience shouted excitedly.

No one thought that what was originally a one-sided demonstration of sword intent would turn into a wonderful sword fight, and that Wang Tong's strength had already been recognized by everyone, and being able to fight hard with Senior Brother Mo without suffering a loss was enough to win everyone's respect.

Jingle bell.

The sound on the stage sounded like raindrops.

After the first cheer, there was an instant silence, for the swordsmanship of both men was so exquisite that it was dizzying to see, and they completely forgot anything else.

I opened my mouth so wide that I almost forgot that I still had a chin.

For several minutes, he forgot where he was, just looking at the two figures on the stage, eager to engrave all the sword moves in front of him in his mind.

Next to him, the senior brother came to his senses earlier than Zhang Qi, and couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that there are still young people in this world who can be on par with Senior Brother Mo in the way of the sword." ”

"Yes, yes......" Zhang Qi also came back to his senses, and couldn't help but say: "And that Wang Tong is a knife practitioner......

Senior Brother: "......"

Don't mention this at this time, okay.

And just as the two of them sighed, in the crowd, a few elders who looked older suddenly exclaimed again.

"Mo Xiaotian is wrong!!"

"What?"

Zhang Qi and Senior Brother hurriedly looked at it, and sure enough, they found that in the fierce battle, Mo Xiaotian could no longer see the chic and calm on his face, but his eyes were red, his long hair was scattered, and he had to attack Ye Feng as if he had fallen into a demon.

"Kill!!

His sword finger became the most ferocious blade, and his moves could not deviate from Ye Feng's life and death, as if he was going to put Ye Feng to death.

"Senior Brother Mo!"

More and more people saw that Mo Xiaotian was wrong and exclaimed, but they couldn't touch Mo Xiaotian at all, and they heard the other party roar like a beast:

"You damned bastards of the Pure Land World, I want revenge! I want to kill you all! Kill!!"

Whoop.

Ye Feng's clothes had been pierced by Mo Xiaotian's sword fingers, the sword aura was sharp, cutting through the skin, and blood seeped out, which was so dazzling on the white clothes.

"Wounded! Wang Tong is injured!"

"Senior Brother Mo, stop! It's just a sword, you can't hurt anyone!"

Kill!!

Mo Xiaotian was already completely controlled by the killing intent, where could he listen to this, like a mad beast, continuing to attack Ye Feng.

In a few moves, Ye Feng added another wound to his body, wearing a long robe, drenched and broken, and his whole body was covered in blood, looking so embarrassed.

But Mo Xiaotian became more and more crazy the more he fought, and when Ye Feng was out of power, he jumped into the air, and the whole thing turned into a sky-cutting sword, which slashed straight at the top of Ye Feng's head.

Not good!!

Now everyone can see it - Mo Xiaotian, this is going to be a killer!