Great Sword Master

(The first update is here. In the previous chapters, the black-clothed quasi-saint of Tianyuan Holy Land was named Li instead of Yang. Lao Liu changed it.)

"Wang Yuandao, what do you want to do?"

Chi Xingzi stared at Wang Yuandao and suddenly laughed.

"Could it be that you still want to fight with me?"

Wang Yuandao glanced at Chi Xingzi, looked at the leader of Huntian Sect and a group of elders, and said slowly: "My disciple Chen Feng has not made a move yet. It is too early to admit defeat now."

Chi Xingzi couldn't help but sneer.

"Nonsense." An elder of Huntian Sect looked ugly: "Do you want my Huntian Sect to suffer another blow?"

"That may not be the case." Wang Yuandao stared at the elder, his words were extremely sharp.

"Chen Feng, a disciple of Juejian Peak." Sect leader Tuoba Wuxiang's eyes fell on Chen Feng's face: "Are you going to make a move?"

"Disciple is willing to use the sword in my hand to restore honor." Chen Feng bowed slightly to Tuoba Wuxiang and responded solemnly, and every word seemed to contain amazing sharpness.

Everyone was stunned.

The three quasi-saints of Tianyuan Holy Land were startled at first, and then their eyes were full of interest.

"Grandstanding!" The elder who had just scolded said again.

"Do your best." Tuoba Wuxiang said.

He allowed it, but he didn't think much of Chen Feng.

Chen Feng took a step forward, and his eyes swept across the faces of the three quasi-saints of Tianyuan Holy Land. His sharp eyes immediately gave the three quasi-saints a feeling as if they were slashed by an invisible sword.

"Who... will fight first?" Chen Feng said faintly.

"Two senior brothers, leave it to me." The girl in blue gauze said immediately. Zhao Kuang was about to take a step, but he stopped when he heard it.

The blue-clothed girl was extremely annoyed after being defeated by Xiao Xuanwu's fist.

Originally, she thought she could only leave like this, and was very unhappy, but she didn't expect there would be such a thing.

Although she couldn't defeat Xiao Xuanwu, defeating another eleventh transformation of the Hun Tian Sect's body forging could at least resolve her inner unhappiness to a certain extent.

The blue-clothed girl directly stimulated the magical power of her own blood, and the strong aura filled the air. Strands of frost immediately appeared in the air around her body, spreading rapidly, and the temperature dropped at an alarming rate.

Ordinary people would be frozen directly.

The Tenth Transformation of Body Forging would also be obviously affected by this low temperature, and the flow of strength would become slow.

The blue-clothed girl attacked with all her strength, her palms covered with a layer of cold blood light, without any hesitation, fluttering like a butterfly, constantly slapping at Chen Feng, and countless palm shadows seemed to cover Chen Feng's whole body, almost drowning him.

She wanted to defeat Chen Feng with a very strong attitude.

Because Chi Xingzi had just sent a message to her, letting her know that Chen Feng did not seem to be a congenital supernatural being, but more like a mortal body.

A mortal body, even if his cultivation was lucky enough to be promoted to the Eleventh Transformation of Body Forging, how could he compete with her, a top saint-level supernatural being?

He was only worthy of being a loser.

The cold and icy palm shadows covered the sky, and Chen Feng's eyes became extremely sharp.

Draw the sword!

The sound of the sword was melodious and pleasant, echoing around. The Liushang Sword was directly covered with an invisible but powerful and sharp force, which merged with the sharpness of the Liushang Sword, forming a cold light like autumn water flowing on the sword.

"Wind Shadow... Twenty-four Swords!"

A low hum sounded from Chen Feng's mouth, and in an instant, he swung the sword like a gust of wind, and in an instant, twenty-four sword shadows broke through the air and killed.

Each sword shadow condensed an amazing and sharp power, piercing through everything.

Feeling the amazing power of the sword shadow, the blue-clothed girl's eyes could not help but condense, and a trace of surprise flashed across her eyes. Immediately, her palm was filled with light, covered with a layer of ice blue, which was a pair of gloves woven like silk, and also a spiritual weapon.

In the battle with Xiao Xuanwu just now, this spiritual weapon glove was not used, because Xiao Xuanwu did not use spiritual weapons.

The twenty-four sword shadows gathered in an instant, highly condensed into a sword light.

That sword light was extremely bright and dazzling, and the sword power was so strong that everything was useless under the sword light.

The heavy palm shadows swung by the blue-clothed girl were immediately defeated.

The next moment, the sword light dissipated, and the blue-clothed girl groaned and flew backwards, feeling only a stinging pain in her palm. If it weren't for the spiritual weapon gloves, she would have been pierced and defeated.

"Next."

Chen Feng stood with a sword in hand, his eyes swept over Zhao Kuang and the young man in black battle clothes with sharp eyes. His voice was flat, but it contained a mighty power that shocked the world.

Shocked!

Everyone's face showed a look of shock.

They thought the most impossible thing actually happened, it was just like an illusion.

Xiao Xuanwu looked at Chen Feng with a face full of shock, and Ye Yunqi was even more shocked.

Only Wang Yuandao had a calm face and looked confident.

The eyes of the sect leader Tuoba Wuxiang couldn't help but brighten, and he looked at Chen Feng a few more times.

"Wang Yuandao, what kind of supernatural power does your disciple have?" Chi Xingzi's eyes were like red stars flashing, staring at Chen Feng, but he found that he was still a mortal body when he looked over, so he looked at Wang Yuandao to ask.

"Mortal body." Wang Yuandao responded slowly.

Such an answer caused another shock.

Guessing it yourself and Wang Yuandao saying it in person are two different concepts.

"Impossible!" Chi Xingzi would never believe it.

How could a mere mortal body be comparable to the top saint-level supernatural power, or even defeat it.

"Why not? Don't forget the one three thousand years ago..." Wang Yuandao responded with a sneer on his face.

Wang Yuandao did not continue to speak, but everyone present was silent.

Chen Feng naturally heard what his master said and was a little curious, but this was not the time to inquire.

"You really surprised me." Zhao Kuang laughed wildly and stepped out: "But it doesn't matter. Junior Sister Lan has only broken through to the eleventh transformation of body forging. I underestimated you and was defeated by you just now. Now, I will get back for Junior Sister Lan."

As soon as the voice fell, the long sword in Zhao Kuang's hand emerged, and the sword light was cold and domineering.

His innate divine power was unreserved.

He took a step forward, and it was like shrinking the earth into an inch, crossing more than ten meters and appearing in front of Chen Feng. The long sword carried a terrifying power and blasted across the sky to kill.

The amazing sword pressure came over, and the air in front of Chen Feng seemed to be sucked out, almost suffocating.

But Chen Feng's face did not change at all. He shook his body and directly avoided the long sword blast. The Liushang sword followed a graceful trajectory and broke through the air to kill.

It must be admitted that Zhao Kuang's strength is indeed stronger than the girl in blue.

Or to be more precise, Zhao Kuang's swordsmanship was more advanced.

The long sword slashed, and each slash contained extremely powerful force, as if it could split mountains and shatter peaks, shattering the air one after another, and also making the surroundings heavy, constantly pressing towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng's figure was swaying, and his footwork and body movements were done at will, elegant and agile.

A sword struck out horizontally.

The sword and the knife collided, bursting out with an astonishing momentum and energy.

As Chen Feng's figure swayed, he immediately removed the extremely powerful force and struck out with the sword again.

Chen Feng's sword strikes seemed to have no rules, and he did it at will, with a kind of unrestrained and flexible change. This was a level he reached after practicing all the more than a dozen sword techniques to perfection.

The leader of the Huntian Sect, a group of elders, and Chi Xingzi were surprised.

Such swordsmanship attainments were naturally nothing in their eyes, and there were flaws everywhere, but the problem was that they were all strong men at the level of Hedao, and they had practiced for at least hundreds of years. They had practiced so many martial arts, and their realms and attainments were so high.

In their youth, not to mention Chen Feng's high swordsmanship attainments, they might not even have one-tenth of his, so how could they not be surprised.

"My disciple has already touched the threshold in the way of swordsmanship..." Wang Yuandao said secretly, with a satisfied look in his eyes.

Even he himself, as the most outstanding person in the contemporary Hun Tian Sect, did not reach this level until he was twenty years old.

His own disciples were two or three years earlier.

Two or three years is nothing compared to the lifespan of a strong man, which is hundreds or thousands of years, but, in many cases, it will determine fast and slow, strong and weak.

Fighting for a lifetime is composed of fighting from time to time.

With his superb swordsmanship attainments, Chen Feng gradually suppressed Zhao Kuang.

Although Zhao Kuang possessed the top saint-level magical power and was extremely powerful, Chen Feng's practice of the fourth level of Hun Tian Sword Body was also extraordinary, so the gap was not very big. In addition, the Hun Tian Sword Power doubled the power of the sword technique and the superb sword technique and body technique, so it was not surprising that Zhao Kuang fell behind.

Being suppressed, anger continued to accumulate in his heart. Zhao Kuang let out a roar, and the long sword in his hand shone brightly. He held it with both hands and chopped it down fiercely from a high position.

One knife...if it can split the mountain!