“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
Lu Zheng and Yue Yifeng fought for more than ten rounds in mid-air. Lu Zheng retreated, and the two silver-feathered Qingxia swords broke through the shadow of the sword and flew back.
"when!"
Yue Yifeng swung away the flying sword, and a shadowless sword energy silently approached Lu Zheng's throat three feet away.
The Baiyun Sword broke through the sword energy with just one click.
Yue Yifeng shook his head. He didn't expect that Lu Zheng's swordsmanship was so strong, and his strength was not even inferior to his own.
but……
I am not sure of defeating Tu Yuya, so how can I not defeat a Tushan guest who is married to an ordinary Tianhu woman?
Yue Yifeng's pride made him unable to accept this result, so he decided to make a big move.
"The swordsmanship is good." Yue Yifeng nodded and praised, "But let's end it here."
The next moment, the full moon scimitar flashed, and a crescent moon with cold light seemed to appear above Yue Yifeng's head.
The countless crescent moon-like sword lights are so sharp that they seem to be able to cut through space. The flashing sword lights are dense and endless.
Under the moonlight, Yue Yifeng himself seemed to have turned into a sharp scimitar, with demonic aura rising to the sky, and sword aura spreading horizontally, swinging away the two silver-feathered Qingxia swords.
"cut!"
Yue Yifeng shouted sharply, his sword and man merged into one, and they flew towards Lu Zheng, locking his spirit on Lu Zheng, making it impossible for him to avoid him.
Master Miaoyi and Zen Master Chi Huan each held a chess piece, ready to take action at any time.
But the next moment, they saw Lu Zheng beckoning back the two silver-feathered Qingxia swords, and then patting the gourd.
"Swish swish swish swish!"
Suddenly, seven swords came out together, and together with the two swords just now, there were nine swords in total, forming a special sword formation.
Then, one becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, eight becomes sixteen...
In an instant, countless sword shadows appeared in front of Lu Zheng.
…
Although it does not mean that the more swords there are, the more powerful they are. For example, some people can conquer the world with one sword, and if they have enough magic power, when it is really useful, flying swords can only be used in the most basic way.
However, when it is possible to multi-task and operate, the more flying swords with the main body, the better. The more carriers of mana, the greater the power that can be exerted.
A sword formation composed of nine flying swords is certainly more powerful and longer-lasting than a sword formation composed of one flying sword of the same quality and eight sword shadows.
…
Yue Yifeng's move was not weak. With only his sword skills to deal with the enemy, Lu Zheng was not sure he could block this move in his current state. Fortunately, he had nine silver-feathered Qingxia swords and could also use the sword formation.
Therefore, when Lu Zheng shot out nine flying swords, which evolved into ten thousand swords, and the momentum was even stronger than Yue Yifeng's Leng Yue Slash, Yue Yifeng's expression was confused when the sword and man merged into one.
He was already ready to withdraw his strength.
However, facing the countless sword shadows in front of me, as well as the flickering, undetectable, looming nine murderous intentions...
He felt that if he couldn't strengthen his strength to protect himself, he might be injured by this sword!
"Uh-huh!"
The cold moon shining above Yue Yifeng's head became brighter in an instant, and the light of the sword became stronger in an instant.
The next moment, Leng Yue, who was surrounded by endless sword energy, slashed with his sword and crashed into the Jiuji Ten Thousand Sword Realm derived from the nine silver-feathered Qingxia swords.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
"Chi chi bang bang!"
The collision of sword energy and sword energy, and the destruction after the collision, countless spiritual powers stirred up turned into shock waves and scattered.
Sword marks appeared on several surrounding mountain cliffs, nearby outcropping trees were destroyed, and a small-scale avalanche was caused.
…
"sharp!"
"sharp!"
Master Miaoyi and Zen Master Chi Huan put down the chess pieces in their hands and praised them in unison.
"To be able to practice "Feiyu Chengxia Swordsmanship Sutra" to this level, he must be a disciple of Feiyu Mountain. Baiyun Swordsmanship should be learned from friends in Baiyun Temple to strengthen his close combat."
"Exactly, exactly."
…
And the frontal battlefield on the other side.
"Ding ding ding..."
After a series of noises, Yue Yifeng flew backwards from the center of the collision.
Although his face was still cold and his hand holding the knife was still very steady, the torn clothes on his shoulders, ribs, and thighs still showed that he missed three swords and Lu Zheng showed mercy.
The spiritual shock wave dissipated, and Lu Zheng's figure was revealed in the battlefield where they had just collided.
Holding the Baiyun Sword in his left hand, he is dressed in green clothes, with his sleeves flowing in the wind.
The nine-handled silver-feathered Qingxia Sword was rising and falling around him, drawing out silver lines with cyan glow, flying in the air to control the wind, like a fairy.
"I lost."
Yue Yifeng said dryly, paused, and said again, "Thank you for your mercy."
"Accepted."
Lu Zheng waved his backhand, and the Baiyun Sword was put into the gourd, and the nine silver-feathered Qingxia Swords also flew back one after another.
Yue Yifeng's wife hurriedly flew to Yue Yifeng's side and looked at him with some worry, "Husband, are you okay?"
"It's okay, he showed mercy and I wasn't hurt." Yue Yifeng shook his head.
"You just stopped trying." Lu Zheng also mentioned.
Lu Zheng was now an elder with a thousand years of cultivation, and he could see at a glance the core of the power of Leng Yue's slash.
Although Yue Yifeng had just strengthened his magic power to protect himself, because he did not care about life and death, he was worried about hurting himself, so he went through a process of withdrawing and then increasing his power, so he did not actually display the true indomitable essence of Leng Yue's sword strike.
"If you lose, you lose." Yue Yifeng shook his head and said, "Everything else is just an excuse."
Yue Yifeng's wife patted the leather bag on her waist, and then twelve colorful golden pheasants, seven white jade suckling sheep and three snowy white cattle flew out one by one and flew towards Lu Zheng.
"I'm sorry." Yue Yifeng shook his head at his wife and said.
"Husband!" Yue Yifeng's wife Mo Yuexian put her arm around Yue Yifeng, "You and I are one and the same. There is no need to apologize for such a trivial matter, and it was just a few ingredients. My husband was almost injured. It is Yue Xian who should apologize to her husband." .”
Yue Yifeng nodded, "Let's go."
Then Yue Yifeng turned back to look at Lu Zheng, cupped his hands, and said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency's swordsmanship is amazing. Yue admires it and takes his leave."
Lu collected the beef, sheep, and chicken, and smiled and said, "I just had a big battle, and my physical strength was a bit too much, so I'm going to cook a meal. Meeting each other means we are destined, why don't you two come together?"
"Huh?" Yue Yifeng's eyes narrowed, "I am Yueying White Wolf."
Lu Zheng nodded, "We have a life-and-death feud with Tushan Tianhu. When we meet, one of us must die?"
Mo Yuexian hurriedly answered, "Of course not."
"Isn't that okay?"
Lu Zheng shrugged, and then looked at Master Miaoyi and Zen Master Chi Huan on the other side, "You two have been watching for a long time, and you are probably hungry, so why not come together?"
