The Ancient Vast Realm

As Beili Kuang completely released his aura without any scruples, he no longer suppressed it.

In his violent fighting spirit, a sharp aura quietly attached to his body, like a sharp blade on his neck!

"Sword Intent...a rudimentary level of Sword Intent," Feng Xuan said softly while looking at the familiar aura surrounding Bei Li Kuang.

"That's right! It's the intention of the sword! I used to constantly hone my martial arts and practiced many sword techniques, but I still couldn't understand the existence of the intention of the sword."

Bei Likuang looked at Feng Xuan's expression and smiled slightly, but his expression was a little sad, as if he was stuck in some memory.

"My father once told me that the top human geniuses are all beings who can understand the artistic conception. Only by understanding the artistic conception can they be qualified to be king among their peers, and I regard this as my own The goal, but even if I work extremely hard to practice sword skills, even boxing skills, and palm skills, I still can't understand the secrets, and I can't understand any kind of artistic conception, as if I have no connection with that artistic conception."

Speaking of this, Bei Li showed a bitter smile on his face, as if he was smiling for his unwilling self.

But then he looked at Feng Xuan with burning eyes, and sighed with a little gratitude:

"It wasn't until I met you, Brother Feng, and saw you break through to the subtle level of sword intent in the Blood Mosquito Swamp, that I vaguely grasped something. After returning from the Baling tribe, through unremitting efforts, I recalled that you once led The power of artistic conception given to me finally made me I have understood the prototype of this sword intention, and I have never exposed the existence of this sword intention in previous battles, just to fight you, Brother Feng! Although I know that my sword intention realm is far away from yours. The gap is huge, but it is not irreparable!”

Beili's fighting spirit became increasingly high, almost reaching a peak.

"Brother Feng, although I am grateful to you, I will not show any mercy, otherwise it will be an insult to you, be careful!"

Beili Kuang looked solemn and slowly held the giant silver sword slightly across his chest as a reminder.

"This is your opportunity. If you and I can fight to the fullest, that will be the best reward for me! Come and fight!"

Feng Xuan looked at Bei Li Kuang and laughed loudly, a hint of expectation finally flashed across his plain face.

Seeing Feng Xuan like this, Beili Kuang was like a war demon. With his black hair flying, he suddenly stamped his feet. With a loud noise, his burly body turned into an afterimage and slashed straight at Feng Xuan with the giant knife in his hand.

I saw the giant silver sword dragging out long marks like a flying silver dragon. The violent fighting intent and the sword intent were mixed together, giving Feng Xuan the feeling that he was no less than his own micro-level sword. artistic realm.

"Well done!"

Feng Xuan shouted loudly and instantly pulled out the long black knife from behind - kill the snake!

Uh-huh!

Everyone in the audience seemed to see a terrifying giant python suddenly protruding its huge head from the darkness and letting out a terrifying scream.

Following this sharp sound like the neighing of a giant snake, the black snake-killing knife was instantly unsheathed. A moonlight-like sword light flashed, bringing with it a harsh sound of breaking through the air. In an instant, he slashed at the attacker. On top of the silver dragon's head.

when!

A roar erupted from the intersection of the two swords, and countless scattered sword energy shot out between the two sharp blades in all directions.

The sword energy was condensed but not scattered, and it cut directly on the bloody battle platform. It instantly cut countless knife marks of different depths on the extremely hard bloody battle platform!

"Haha, have fun! Have fun! Keep going!"

Bei Li laughed wildly, and while his long black hair was dancing, he slashed at Feng Xuan crazily with the sword in his hand, each blow being as violent as a gust of wind and rain.

The strong domineering spirit rose to a higher level as he continued to fight, and his strength seemed to have no limit. It made Feng Xuan feel a little tired, and he continued to improve his strength with Beili Kuang's attacks.

Feng Xuan's eyes also showed a strong fighting spirit, and he almost used his martial arts skills to the extreme.

The sword skills of the two are unpredictable, one is as violent and fierce as thunder, and the other is as gentle and smooth as the breeze and flowing water.

Each move of the two men was mixed with extremely exquisite fist and kick skills, and they were constantly trying to show off their moves. They were not limited to any fixed martial arts moves at all.

The wind howled as Bei Li raised his leg wildly, and kicked his right leg towards Feng Xuan's waist like a falling battle ax, while Feng Xuan instantly turned his fist into a palm and struck hard at his chest.

The people in the audience were mesmerized by the sight. As the people of the wilderness who were supreme in martial arts, the scene of such a fight naturally made them completely immersed in it, as if they had brought themselves into the confrontation between the two.

Although the two young men on this stage are not very old, their exquisite martial arts and fighting experience amaze many experts and make them feel ashamed.

As Feng Xuan and Bei Li fell into an increasingly fierce battle, sword energy overflowed, and the originally smooth bloody battle platform was continuously cut with deep slashes by the fight between the two.

Beili was full of domineering force, and he opened and closed the sword in his hand widely. Every blow was powerful and heavy, making it difficult to resist.

Feng Xuan was extremely flexible, his figure was like catkins in the wind, and he shuttled gracefully around Bei Li Kuang's body like a civet cat under the moon.

"Three Mysterious Earth Splitting Slashes!"

Beili Kuang suddenly shouted loudly, and the sword in his hand suddenly flipped the blade, tightly from bottom to top, and stuck to the ground. It was like the silver sword light spurting out from the ground to split the earth, as if it was going to destroy everything in front of it. Cut in two.

Feng Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, quickly put the knife in front of him, and then a wave of mysterious waves in his body began to stir.

"Follow the wind!"

Feng Xuan slashed his long knife diagonally, and a green blade light mixed with the wind blade suddenly flew out, and in an instant it turned into a green moon wheel several feet long and went straight to meet the rushing silver blade light.

Boom!

With a bang, countless terrifying sword qi flew out in all directions along with the blasted gravel, and it was about to affect the people around.

If these blade lights and gravel were not stopped by anyone, there would probably be casualties!

Seeing this scene, even Feng Xuan and Bei Likuang's faces changed drastically. The two had never thought that such a big commotion would be caused.

Seeing this, Feng Xuan was about to take action.

"Boundary! Rise!"

The warriors around were terrified and ready to flee, when a plain but bell-like voice rang in everyone's ears.

Everyone saw that as the voice sounded, a huge, almost invisible light shield suddenly enveloped the huge blood battle platform, blocking all the broken stones and sword energy.

This seemingly thin light shield could easily block the aftermath of the battle between Feng Xuan and Bei Li Kuang. Even the sword energy of the two that could easily tear the blood battle platform apart only caused slight ripples in the light shield.

As the voice sounded, three figures floated above the blood battle platform like gods, quietly watching the battle below.