Nine Regions Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 432
Seeing the cold wind slowly coming onto the stage, Tong Zhihui couldn't help but let out a complicated laugh.

"Unexpectedly, a guy who has been away from Wuwang Territory for many years can stand on the biggest stage of Wuwang Territory, and it is the final battle that everyone is looking forward to."

Tong Zhihui looked at the cold wind deeply, a little complicated, but obviously, there was no emotion.

Leng Feng said indifferently: "Today, I'm here to end it with you. This battle is life and death. How dare you?"

Tong Zhihui smiled coldly, "If you can beat me, it's not too late to talk about killing me."

Both of them stopped talking, and they held the swords in their hands tightly, running wildly, with the intent of the sword looming, and the killing intent gradually emerged.

Chi Chi!

The aura of the two kept intertwining in the air, and after the collision made a crackling sound, many people around were slightly surprised. The cold wind had already reached the peak of the sixth level, and the collision of aura was not much weaker than Tong Zhihui.

At the same time, he was also slightly surprised, and the three-foot blue light sword in his hand crossed out, pointing out the sparkling light of the sword piercing the sky, echoing the scorching sun in the sky, as if every beam of light was a lingering sword energy, rolling towards the cold wind .

Tong Zhihui is good at using swords, and her speed is extremely fast. From the shot to the endless beam falling, it only takes a blink of an eye. If it is an ordinary sixth-level warrior, she will definitely lose in an instant.

However, Leng Feng accepted the guidance of Mo Chen's deduction, and he already understood Tong Zhihui's fast sword.

He stood on his feet, his body was like a thunderbolt, and he dodged backwards as fast as lightning, avoiding Tong Zhihui's sword energy like a rabbit.

"Ok?"

Tong Zhihui frowned slightly, apparently not expecting Leng Feng's reaction to be so fast that she could avoid her quick sword.

Her sword changed again, shaking crazily, and the whole arena was suddenly gusty, like a huge wave, covering one layer after another, rushing towards the cold wind with the force of lightning, wrapping it from all directions.

"Such fast sword qi. Tong Zhihui's comprehension of the word 'quick' may have reached a certain level. Brother Zishan, I didn't expect that your Ziyun sect would cultivate a genius."

Looking at the fast sword that was hard to distinguish with the naked eye, Diao Yi couldn't help admiring.

Although they had internal conflicts, facing Yueyimen, they were absolutely unanimous in their external desire to eradicate Yueyimen, so in this battle, they reached an agreement, hoping that Tong Zhihui would kill Leng Feng.

Yun Zhongshan also opened his mouth and said: "There are thousands of ways in Taoism, but speed is the only thing that can't be broken. This Tong Zhihui specializes in swordsmanship and can understand the essence of fast words. It is indeed good. The young generation of the entire Wuwang Territory is enough to be ranked in the top five."

Taoist Zishan was very satisfied with the compliments of the two suzerains, and immediately laughed and said: "Both of you are overwhelmed."

It was also rare for Luo Fengshan to speak: "This Tong Zhihui is really good. She can pursue one way wholeheartedly. In the future, she will become a generation of strong swordsmen in the way of swordsmanship. She will have a place in the world."

To get the appreciation of Luofeng Mountain is definitely more useful than the appreciation of the two suzerains of Yun Zhongshan.

Taoist Zishan smiled all over his face, and his mouth was a little bit from ear to ear.

He looked sideways at Qiu Hong, and said with satisfaction: "Qiu Hong, this disciple has been trained well. It seems that the next suzerain must be her."

Qiu Hong's focus has always been on the ring, eager to see Tong Zhihui kill Leng Feng.

Back then, Qiu Hong was just an elder, and the grievances between Tong Zhihui, Leng Feng and him, in the entire Purple Cloud Sect, were just a little ripple on the lake, and not many people knew about it.

Therefore, most people only pay attention to the superficial victory and defeat, hoping to beat Yue Yimen, but he hopes to get rid of the hidden danger of cold wind.

"Thank you, Sovereign." Qiu Hong's gaze sank, and he said in a low voice, "Sovereign, if Tong Zhihui loses, I hope the Sovereign can save her and save her life."

He couldn't guarantee that Tong Zhihui would win, so he made the worst plan.

Taoist Zishan's eyes darkened slightly, and he nodded slightly. If something unexpected happened, he would naturally save the first genius of the sect.

Tong Zhihui's sword energy was as fast as lightning, suppressing the cold wind and retreating steadily, constantly resisting. The latter seemed to be only defensive, and had no power to resist.

The quick, accurate and ruthless sword energy exudes an indomitable momentum, and it has the momentum to take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill Leng Feng in one go.

Seeing this scene, Ziyun Sect and other sects nodded one after another, as if they could finally see the end of Yueyi Sect being severely suppressed, seriously injured or dead.

"Blood kill!"

Dodging the cold wind again, the long sword hovered in the same circle, stirring up nine blood-like sword lights, like nine long dragons hovering in the void, roaring out.

Rumble!
The two swords were as fast as lightning, colliding with each other in an instant, and the cyan sword light and the blood-colored sword light intertwined with each other, spreading in all directions, dazzling.

After all, the realm of the cold wind was slightly lower than that of Tong Zhihui. Under the head-on collision, the blood-colored sword glow continued to burst layer by layer, making it difficult to resist Tong Zhihui's sword energy.

However, the purpose of the cold wind was not a head-on collision. At the same time as nine blood-colored sword lights roared out, he suddenly flew up, holding his long sword high, as if pulling the power of the sky, several sword lights slashed down fiercely.

When the sword light fell, it landed directly on Tong Zhihui's blue sword light. The blue light that filled the sky split into two instantly, collided fiercely with the two blood-colored sword lights, and continued to dissipate.

"hiss!"

There was a sucking sound, and the cold wind actually saw the flaw in Tong Zhihui's sword energy again, cut it apart, scattered the sword force, and dissipated together.

The smile on Taoist Zishan's face was somewhat restrained, and replaced by a gloomy look. The viciousness of this cold gaze was beyond his imagination. With such a fast sword aura, he could be prepared to catch the flaws. It's really terrifying eyesight.

The most shocking thing was Tong Zhihui who was in it. She completely followed Qiu Hong's opinion and started attacking without reservation as soon as she came on the stage.

Unexpectedly, Leng Feng's eyesight and rhythm control are so strong, he found her flaws and directly broke her rhythm.

Leng Feng fought countless times in Mo Chen's deduction, and finally found the opponent's weakness, and forcibly broke through the opponent's sword.

"No matter how sharp your eyesight is, under my absolute power, you will not escape defeat, Qingguang Sword!"

Tong Zhihui restrained all her thoughts and devoted herself to the battle. The three-foot long sword kept spinning in her hand at such a high speed that it was difficult for people to catch the body of the sword.

Waves of blue light, like the essence of the sun and the moon, flowed out from the spinning sword body, like a hurricane sword shadow, sweeping the entire arena.

"Blood kill!"

Facing Tong Zhihui's rainbow-like sword aura, the cold wind kept flickering, avoiding Tong Zhihui's fast sword, and whenever he couldn't dodge, it would burst out with bloody sword light.

From a layman's point of view, the cold wind is absolutely suppressed and constantly dodges, resisting with difficulty, and looks very embarrassed.

However, only Tong Zhihui knew clearly that no matter how fast her sword was and how powerful her sword intent was, Leng Feng could always dodge skillfully and avoid all her sharp edges.

What does this mean? It means that the speed of the cold wind is definitely not weaker than her sword energy, otherwise how can she avoid her attacks every time with her footsteps?
Tong Zhihui was a little startled, swordsmanship had always been her unique move that she was proud of, and Kuaijian was her strongest trump card, once the Kuaijian was struck, the victory would be decided.

But the speed of the enemy is not slower than her sword energy, which makes her strength lose its effect in an instant.

If it was an ordinary duel, Tong Zhihui might still have the intention of retreating, but standing opposite was Leng Feng, this battle would never end in a draw, either he would die or she would die.

The long sword keeps changing, and Tong Zhihui inspires everything she has learned in her life.

It has to be said that Tong Zhihui does have a certain understanding of Kuaijian. The sword's movements are infinitely varied, but there is no word of Kuai.

The sudden change of the sword's posture made Leng Feng even more embarrassed. He kept dodging in the ring, as if he would lose at any time.

Seeing this scene, Taoist Zi Shan finally felt relieved.

"It seems that the cold wind is already hard to resist. If you don't have a cup of tea, you will definitely lose." Taoist Zishan gave his own judgment.

The cold wind on the ring was also a little surprised. He followed Mo Chen's instructions, and instead of confronting Tong Zhihui head-on, he dealt with her with three moves of swordsmanship.

That's right, Leng Feng has always only used three moves of swordsmanship, repeatedly, without any extra moves, but completely avoided Tong Zhihui's quick sword. It seemed that he was suppressed, but he could feel that he had begun to master the rhythm , under Tong Zhihui's quick sword with ease.

"Understood, the avenue is deep, but it is simplified, and the three blood swords are enough to evolve all sword qi!"

Leng Feng suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment. He was originally a martial artist who practiced swordsmanship, and his blood killing move was astonishingly powerful, and the murderous aura contained in it was comparable to the blood energy of hell.

At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of the three moves of killing blood that Mo Chen taught him, that is exactly what he meant.

The bloody killing of the three swords contains the supreme sword intent, which is the essence of the path of swordsmanship.

hum!
The violent blood killing knocked back Tong Zhihui's sword energy, a cold wind rose into the sky, and a different kind of breath emanated from him, like a dusty peerless long sword unsheathed, its sharpness was unstoppable.

"Ok?"

All the warriors at the Saint Monarch Realm present felt a different aura from Leng Feng's expression, as if it was affecting their Dao heart.

In the crowd, Mo Chen showed a faint smile. That night, he deduced and taught the Three Swords of Blood Killing, and Leng Feng did not disappoint him. He really understood the true meaning of the Three Swords of Blood Killing.

Mo Chen is a peak swordsman, regarding the way of the sword, even if he points out two moves at will, it definitely contains a powerful sword intent. Few people in the entire Yuanyang Continent can match the way of the sword.

"Three lives and all things, three swords kill with blood, I will never disappoint Young Master Chen's expectations!"

Ever since Leng Feng knew the identity of Emperor Mo Chen Xingyun, he vowed not to let Chen Shao down, and to follow in his footsteps even to the death. These three bloody moves may be a test for him by Mo Chen, and he will never let him down .

Cold wind slowly closed his eyes, ignoring the sword aura coming from the sky.

In the eyes of ordinary disciples, in the face of such a fast sword energy, they did not avoid it, and even closed their eyes. The actions of the cold wind were undoubtedly courting death.

However, those Saint Monarch warriors looked solemn and stared at the cold wind.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, Leng Feng opened his eyes, took a light step, and met Tong Zhihui's sword energy.

However, it was this random step that changed the color of all the warriors in the Sage Monarch Realm slightly, because the cold wind's steps seemed to be stepping on the rules of the void, which brought them a great impact.

In an instant, the elder disciples shook their heads and sighed, while the several suzerains were shocked and somewhat puzzled.

What kind of rules does that random pace contain?
However, after the cold wind took a step, the sharp aura disappeared instantly, and the aura all over his body suddenly disappeared without any fluctuation, just like a normal person, without the slightest martial intent.

But the more this is the case, the more shocking those warriors of the sages are, their eyes flash with brilliance, staring at the cold wind, the cold wind at this moment is very strange!
(End of this chapter)