Ye Feng's words were categorical, and his strong self-confidence came from his current strength!
Lu Wuhen looked at the man beside him and suddenly thought of something, and said with a solemn expression.
"Brother Xiuzhong, don't underestimate this guy named Ye Feng!"
"The opponent can actually persist for such a long time under the assassin of the evil organization. His strength is definitely far beyond that of ordinary monks!!"
When Lu Wuhen said these words again, the man had already stepped onto the ring.
For Lu Xiuzhong, it doesn't matter what level of strength the opponent is.
He must make the other party pay the price with his life and bury his brother with him!
The two of them were only ten feet away from each other at this time. Ye Feng's blond hair was casually scattered on his shoulders. He used his blood-stained hands to push his hair back without caring.
This scene made him look quite unrestrained and unrestrained, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, with an inexplicable sneer.
The sharp eyes concealed a deep murderous intent. Just from Li Guanqi's few words, he knew how much damage his two brothers had suffered.
The same was true for Lu Xiuzhong holding a long sword, although the murderous intention in his heart almost swallowed up his reason.
But like Ye Feng, he was also very cautious when facing the enemy in front of him.
Being able to compete for the fourth time in this arena competition already means that the opponent is not an ordinary person.
The sun was setting in the west, and rays of sunlight penetrated the thick clouds, lengthening the shadows of the two of them.
The depressing atmosphere combined with the low beating of war drums made everyone feel like a big stone was pressing on their hearts.
The two people's eyes collided in mid-air, and a chilling air slowly spread!
The surrounding atmosphere also became extremely solemn.
After all, starting from the last game, every game played by Daxia Sword Sect was gambling!
Daxia Sword Sect...cannot afford to lose!
Meng Jiangchu slowly sat on the throne transformed by the flames of the five ghosts, and Gu Yong sat beside him.
Meng Jiangchu was chatting with Zhou Yunqing in a low voice.
It seemed that Zhou Yunqing wanted to ask something, but Meng Jiangchu didn't tell him. He just glanced at Nangong Xuandu inadvertently!
Zhou Yunqing understood something the moment he saw this look! ! !
"Brother Meng, you mean...that the swordsman in blue is that person?!"
Meng Jiangchu glanced at him and said calmly: "I didn't say anything."
Zhou Yunqing took a deep breath and understood a little bit. Then when he looked at the old man beside him, his title changed from Taoist Fellow Gu to Elder Gu.
"Get closer to me in the future, Mr. Gu."
Gu Yong nodded with a smile and did not refuse Zhou Yunqing's good intention of releasing him.
In fact, he had some dealings with the Lord of the Six Domains, but he was not very close to anyone.
Moreover, these people had more or less wanted to take Tianji Pavilion into their pockets before, so Gu Yong was naturally unwilling to show his face.
These three Mahayana's pressure on the Great Xia Sword Sect also brought considerable pressure to the Ancient Clan.
Besides, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Nangong Xuandu still favors the Daxia Sword Sect!
Otherwise, how could it be possible to extend the rest period at such a critical time?
The man in a green shirt raised his mouth slightly, took a deep look at Ye Feng, then raised his hand to remove the blocking formation and shouted in a deep voice.
"The fourth battle, Daxia Sword Sect Ye Feng versus Lu Family Lu Xiuzhong!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone heard two loud booms.
In an instant, the platform was filled with smoke and dust, and the ground beneath their feet suddenly collapsed several feet! ! !
Before anyone could react, the sound of intense sword fighting suddenly came.
After a breath, Lu Xiuzhong's figure shot out from the smoke and dust in the sky! !
Bah! Blah blah blah! ! !
Lu Xiuzhong planted his feet on the ground and shot backwards for more than a hundred feet before he stopped!
The man stared at the distance in front of him with extremely solemn eyes, and there was a burning pain in his chest.
brush! ! !
Ye Feng, who was holding an angry killing blow, swung his sword to disperse the smoke and dust in the sky, and stood a hundred feet away from Lu Xiuzhong and sneered.
"Will the ancient Lu family send a waste like you to play?"
As soon as the words fell, many of the Lu family monks froze for breath.
You must know that Lu Xiuzhong was the hope of everyone in the Lu family of the previous generation.
At first, Lu Xingyuan and I were hailed as the twin saints of the same sect by the rest of the Yin clan!
Before Lu Wuhen was born, no one had ever doubted Lu Xiuzhong's power!
But Lu Xiuzhong, who is now at the peak of the late Void Refining Realm, actually suffered a small loss in his first fight with that blond guy...
This scene deeply shocked all the ancient monks! !
"Hiss... I read that right, that guy actually shot more than a hundred swords in one breath, blocked the unreasonable attack of 'Lu Xiuhu', and still managed to inflict damage!!"
"What a terrible young man. He is indeed better than his master, but... the Lu family's show is not simple."
Even the old woman on top of the Zhu Family Yunzhou had slightly focused eyes.
Even the Zhu family has heard the name Lu Xiuzhong, the show tiger of the Lu family, many times.
With his strength, even the younger members of his own family, few of them can say that they can definitely win against the opponent.
"Haha, I didn't expect that a small Daxia Sword Sect could cultivate such a monster!"
"Lu Hengtian, have you ever thought that the Lu family will lose one day?"
The old man standing on Zhu Jiayun's boat put his hands behind his back and looked at the ring at his feet with calm eyes.
He sneered and said, "It's just a little test. It's not certain who will win or who will lose."
"I'm afraid it's a little premature to draw a conclusion so early."
The old woman smiled while leaning on her cane and said softly: "Then let the old woman see the strength of the Lu family's Xiuhu."
On the other hand, the morale of Daxia Sword Sect has reached its peak.
Lu Kangnian's fists drew out afterimages, and he punched the war drum in front of him one after another.
The drum skin trembles to make a heavy and dull drum sound. The rapid and high-spirited drum beat is like a general who is trapped in battle and killing the enemy. !
Daxia Sword Sect may lose, but Lu Kangnian can afford this price!
He firmly believes that today's Daxia Sword Sect can still stand on the top of the mountains even if it does not rely on some of the heritage left by its predecessors!
On the ring, Lu Xiuzhong stood up and smiled to himself.
In an instant, a terrifying pressure suddenly spread! !
Almost in the blink of an eye, the pressure on him broke through the limit of the Void Refining Realm, and he went straight to the half-step merge! !
Buzz! !
Just the coercion displayed by the opponent caused slight ripples in the formation. This situation has never happened in the previous three battles!
Lu Xiuzhong's body suddenly erupted with an extremely powerful sword intent that shot straight into the sky! ! !
He looked at Ye Feng in the distance and said to himself: "I have been in seclusion for too long without killing anyone, and I feel a little unfamiliar for a while."
"In that case...then use your head to pay homage to my brother's spirit in heaven!!"
boom! ! ! !
The ground collapsed and exploded like a spider web! !
Ye Feng shook his neck and made bursts of explosions.
With a slightly evil smile on his face, he leaned over and sneered: "Kill me? Just you?"
