The sword of thunder, a sensation. (Starter)

This sword was supposed to shake the enemy's mind with the sound of thunder, pay attention in a trance, and take the enemy's life with an extremely fast sword at the same moment, which was essentially a sword of surprise attack and assassination.

However, under the blessing of the huge demonic energy of the single sword, this sword move has completely changed, turning a surprise attack into a strong attack, and the man and the sword are combined, breeding thunder, and a thunder light five zhang wide crosses the heavens and the earth, and the bright light sets off the sun in the sky is extremely dim.

The next moment, the flame sword phoenix collided with the thunder sword light, the sword qi shattered, the sword light was disillusioned, and the sky was filled with scattered flames and rushing currents, constructing a picture of the purgatory devil showing his teeth and claws, and the mountain peaks below were affected by the qi and collapsed, the mountain wall collapsed, the waterfall broke off, and all fell into ruins.

The two people who clashed were injured and fell out, and the body protection qi was completely shattered at the moment of impact, the strength of the trick was opposite, and it was facing the impact at the closest distance, and any body protection qi could not withstand it.

However, this move was won by a single sword.

It's not that his cultivation is higher, it's not that his sword moves are stronger, it's that the Yi Dao Sword in his hand is better than the Crow Nine Sword.

The flying sword that has been tempered by sword cultivation with its own sword intent is far superior to the magic sword of an ordinary monk, even if it is of the same level, it can cut off the opponent's magic weapon in the confrontation.

Luo Feng's sword intent was not inferior to his opponent, but his cultivation time was too short, and the exercises he had learned were extensive, so it was impossible for him to concentrate all his energy on refining his sword heart like sword cultivation.

As he retreated slowly, he turned his head to look at the Raven Nine Sword, a hideous crack appeared on the sword's body, and the Fire Raven Sword Spirit became dying because of this, not as active as usual.

After fighting with Shan Jiantong last time, the Crow Nine Sword and the Qing Ying Sword were injured by different Cheng dù, and in the past half a month, Luo Feng only took the time to refine it with Yin and Yang Fire, and temporarily repaired it, but he couldn't completely repair it, he didn't know how to build weapons, and it could even be said that he didn't know anything about it.

Moreover, he didn't expect that Shan Jiantong would be able to make a comeback after being so seriously injured, even more violently than before, although in the original plan, he took this person into account based on the greatest danger, but he didn't expect that the original plan was a five-on-five decisive battle, and Luo Feng would deal with Yin Tiandu, Qiu Li's appearance was an unexpected joy, and it was not in the calculation.

"In terms of swordsmanship, I lost, but I said earlier, I'm not a sword cultivator. ”

Luo Feng withdrew the damaged Crow Nine Sword, stretched out his left ghost arm, opened his five fingers, and the ghost eyes in his palm turned white, aiming at the single sword that was also retreating, and shot an evil white light.

The aura is fixed, the space is fixed, and the single sword is also fixed.

However, the demon wings behind Shan Jiantong were furious, vibrating at an extremely high frequency, and even more violent demonic qi swirled around, and it was about to break the blocked space.

The breath of plague appeared on Shan Jiantong's body, and the disease and insects were raging, making his resistance weak.

The Four Pillars God is in a catastrophe!

This spell derived from the "Four Pillars of the Divine Evil Sutra" is quite similar to the Earth Plague style because of its essence, but it allows Luo Feng to master it in just half a month, and with the white light of the evil eye, it can greatly extend the immobilization time.

With both internal skills, Luo Feng's magic conversion did not stagnate without respite, and he used to overcome his body, and when he raised his right hand, the electric snake was entangled, and the thunder was shining, and the Ziyang Heavenly Thunder Pestle was sacrificed, multiplying its power.

"It's too clear, it's thunder hell!"

Bucket-thick yin thunder burst out of the ground, and yang thunder of the same momentum fell from the sky, forming a cage that forbade the world, encircling the single sword, and the two intersected in mid-air, yin and yang manifested, surging and furious, as if the world was about to be destroyed in an instant.

Thunder spells are always fleeting, known for being strong and fast, but at this moment, the thunder and lightning of the thunder hell stretch into a piece, as if overwhelming the mountains and seas, waves of turbulence and agitation, and rebirth, endless, dazzling white light through the sky, even thousands of miles away, you can feel the piercing pain.

In the rest of the battlefields, except for Duanmu Zheng and Qiu Li, who played real fire, focused on killing their opponents and were unable to take care of others, the remaining three battlefields were all affected, and the movements of the fight were slightly slower, and the dazzling white light made them have to choose to be cautious.

The ghosts had already been warned, and they all went underground, and the monks of the Humane League were all killed, and their eyes were flashed as if they were blinded, and there was no visible object, and the light of this brightness could not be blocked even by closing their eyes.

After a long time, the white light that filled the heavens and the earth reluctantly dissipated, but the eyes of the group cultivators did not recover, and when they opened their eyes, they could still only see a piece of Bai Yaoyao, the nearby mountains and rivers were completely destroyed, the trees were all turned into charcoal, and the fairyland-like beauty was reduced to a black wasteland.

At the core of the Thunder Hell, Shan Jian Tong stood steadily, and beside him stood four mountains with huge sword light condensation, enveloping him.

"Gen Jian, Shantai!"

One of the two defensive sword moves in the Eight Extremes Sword Technique, but with this defensive sword move, it was obvious that it could not completely block the destructive power of the Thunder Prison, and more than half of the four mountains where the sword light was condensed were destroyed, and there were broken holes and potholes everywhere, and the wings of the single sword pass also had scorch marks from lightning strikes, which were obviously affected.

But he was not discouraged, and stared at Luo Feng coldly: "Sure enough, this is your real strength, if you change it to me before, there is no chance of winning or losing, just in the following two moves!"

He shook his hand and withdrew the sword light of Gen Jian Shantai, the demonic qi around him boiled, and he raised his sword and stabbed it towards the ground, and the highly condensed demonic qi penetrated into the earth.

"Kun Jian, burial!"

The sword qi attracted the spiritual power of the earth veins, condensed into tens of thousands of Yi Dao swords entwined with demonic energy, broke through the ground, strangled all things, and swooped towards Luo Feng like a heavenly dragon.

"The power that is even inferior to the last time, strange, with his current cultivation, shouldn't this be the only thing to recast this sword?" Luo Feng looked slightly puzzled, but when he saw the follow-up action of the single sword pass behind the sword sea, he suddenly realized, "I see, he bet on the victory and defeat on the last sword, this move Kun style sword is only used to delay time, and the last time I fought each other, this move was broken by me, so he simply reined in his strength and did not waste his strength." ”

In the process of thinking and analyzing, Luo Feng's move-making movements were not affected at all, and the true intent of Kurong Avenue converged on him, transformed into a huge moth with wings that could cover the sky, looking at it from afar, like a Kunpeng.

"The Withered Moth Emperor's séance!"

The same move, different artistic conception, after completely absorbing the mystery of the "Withered Moth Emperor", this trick is based on Luo Feng's current cultivation, and fuses the power of the Withered Glory Avenue, and the power is thousands of times better than the barbarians of the past.

The Withered Moth Emperor fluttered its wings and fluttered away, and the phosphorus powder contained in the wings took a step forward, drifting away with the wind, and the demonic Qi Yi Dao Sword that was contaminated immediately appeared mottled and rusty, as if it had been corroded after thousands of years.

The figure of the moth that covered the sky and the sun crashed into the sea of swords, shattering it with decay, and the decayed Yi Dao Sword lost its edge, and was so fragile that it was as if the weathered sand and stones had all turned into slag and scattered all over the sky.

Kun Jian's burial was broken lightly, but Shan Jiantong was indifferent, he had already urged all the demonic qi in the sword bones, wisps of it wrapped around his body, like armor, and even manifested behind him a phantom of a hideous demon clan full of piercing bones.

On the ground, the Yi Dao sword swirled, and the overflowing demonic qi immediately evolved into the sword qi of Sensen, towering towards the sky, which was completely different from the pure sword qi that Shan Jiantong had before, revealing fierceness and madness.

"Dry sword, heavenly wheel!"

The blade of the sword trembled, like waving a pipa, like playing the strings, and the trembling of the edge seemed to be pregnant with some kind of wonderful use of the heavenly cloud pattern, and the void was like an invisible guqin, which was fluctuated by the sword edge, emitting a series of notes and words.

These sword qi condensed into musical note words, with corners and edges, hideous and malicious, forming a huge ****, **** derived from one pair of fairyland beauty, layer by layer, there are thirty-three layers, the scenery in each layer is different, like a sting, like a real illusion.

The huge body of the Withered Moth Emperor collided with the thirty-three-layer sword wheel, and was immediately cut off, annihilating and invisible, although the Withered Glory Avenue made its fairyland decay decay, but the other party recovered again in an instant.

"This sword is what I sacrificed to get in exchange for it! Witness my sword path!"

A single sword slashed away, and the thirty-three layers of fairyland were all integrated into the sword blade, turning into a sword that pierced the sky and the earth, cutting through the void and leaving.

"A peerless sword move that integrates offense and defense, thirty-three days of artistic conception, but unfortunately, he is destined to ......"

The moment Luo Feng's attention was attracted by Shan Jiantong's sword moves, he suddenly realized that a crisis was coming, and a thousand-foot blood-colored giant hand tore through the sky and fell from the sky.

Lin Ruxian, who has been hiding in the shadows, shot at the most critical moment!