"What are you doing!"
The Haotian Sword Saint narrowed his eyes, glared at the posture of the "Hundred Saints Protector" in front of him, and asked sternly.
Faced with the situation where all the saints stood up for Luo Fu, Haotian Sword Saint showed no fear at all!
Among the crowd of saints.
Luo Fu looked calm and stared outside the crowd. The Haotian Sword Saint who was fighting against the Hundred Saints alone was applauding gently.
"good."
"The sword is a double-edged sword, with edges at the front and back. It can be used to attack when advancing, to defend when retreating, and it can kill the enemy in either advance or retreat."
"The sword has a single edge, with the blade in front and the back of the blade, so the will of the sword can only move forward without leaving any way to retreat."
"Haotian Sword Saint is so fierce and not afraid of death, he really deserves the four words of Haotian Sword Saint."
After saying that, Luo Fu smiled slightly, pushed aside the crowd, and walked towards the Haotian Sword Saint, "As you wish!"
"Hey!?" The Wine Master was shocked when he saw this: "Brother, don't be impulsive and don't go there!"
"Luo Fu, no!"
"Little friend Luo, don't take it lightly!" All the Dao Saints changed their expressions and hurriedly tried to catch up.
Luo Fu waved his hands casually to the saints behind him, and then slowly came to the front of the Haotian Sword Saint.
At this moment, Luo Fu stood with his hands behind his back, standing only ten feet in front of the Haotian Sword Saint.
He smiled slightly and looked directly into the eyes of Haotian Sword Saint calmly.
When the Haotian Sword Saint saw Luo Fu's behavior, he couldn't help but feel a little shuddered in his heart, and said sternly: "Little baby, you are so brave!"
At this moment, Bai Sheng's heart was beating like a drum!
Luo Fu is too close to the Haotian Sword Saint!
At this moment, if the Haotian Sword Saint made any rash move, Luo Fu would probably be doomed.
Luo Fu, facing the Haotian Sword Saint, just smiled calmly: "The Sword Saint was unreasonable, aggressive and unpleasant before."
"But you see, the heart of the Sword Saint is as strong as the blade, which is also admirable."
"Um."
As he spoke, Luo Fu nodded slightly to the Haotian Sword Saint with an approving look on his face: "I will give you this opportunity and allow you to compete with me."
The saints who lined up with Luo Fu and the neutral Taoist saints were in an uproar!
The Haotian Sword Saint even laughed angrily: "What a chance to give me a chance, what a promise!"
"You speak such arrogant words in the face of my grand master's seven great powers of immortality. Do you really know how to live or die?"
Luo Fu had no stage fright, and even the momentum in his movements was three points better than that of the Haotian Sword Saint. He said calmly: "You will know in a moment."
"What I said is definitely not arrogance, but rather pity for you."
The Haotian Sword Saint looked up to the sky and laughed wildly!
Right now!
Prince Dongyang Zhengfeng suddenly had the courage to walk out of the crowd.
He first glanced at Luo Fu with resentment, then faced the Empress of the Holy Ruins, clasped his fists and said, "Empress, why do you need to start such a big battle?"
"Since Senior Haotian Sword Saint wants to compete with Luo Fu in terms of sword power, let them compete."
"Anyway, both sides don't use the power of the realm, the power of attributes, or the skills. If they only compete with each other with sword intent and sword intent, Senior Haotian Sword Saint will not be considered as bullying the younger one."
"If Luo Fu doesn't even dare to accept this, wouldn't he be greedy for life and afraid of death?"
When the saints heard this, they shook their heads.
The Empress of Shengxu took a deep look at Dongyang Zhengfeng and saw that this man had evil intentions and wanted to use provocation to make Luo Fu die.
The empress immediately shook her head slightly. Her eyes first looked directly at Dongyang Zhengfeng, and then fell on the saints. She said: "You guys, maybe you have entered a misunderstanding."
Then, she looked at Dongyang Zhengfeng again: "Dongyang Zhengfeng, I want to ask you."
"Iron sword, is it iron? Is it iron-level hardness?"
Dongyang Zhengfeng nodded: "Of course."
The empress said again: "Then the iron tower is iron, is it iron-level hardness?"
Dongyang Zhengfeng was slightly startled, seemed to understand something, and said hesitantly: "Yes."
The empress said "Yes" and said: "Since the iron sword and the iron tower are both iron-grade hardness."
"Then use an iron sword to attack a magnificent iron tower. What will be the result?"
Dongyang Zhengfeng's face was red and he lowered his head and said nothing.
The other saints suddenly realized.
The Empress of the Holy Ruins said: "Even Luo Fu's sword intent can reach an astonishing holy level."
"But Haotian Sword Saint's sword intent can be far away at every turn!"
"As for Luo Fu, not to mention his sword intent, even if it is the attribute power he releases with his skills, if it can reach a thousand feet, he will be considered a leader in the same realm."
"One level larger will crush someone to death."
"Isn't this considered bullying the small?"
The Sons were silent.
Even the Haotian Sword Saint was silent.
He had picked up the clues and knew that the Empress was educating the Holy Son on the surface, but in fact she was telling him to listen to the Holy Sword Saint.
"However, I do have a compromise."
The empress changed the subject, her eyes swept over Luo Fu and Haotian Sword Saint at the same time, and said: "It's better to do this."
"Luo Fu, Haotian Sword Saint, have injected your respective sword intentions and sword intentions into a top-quality sub-treasure weapon."
"Then let the two Holy Sons hold these two sub-treasure weapons and attack each other to determine the winner."
Everyone's eyes lit up: "Hey, this is a good idea!"
Hearing this, Haotian Sword Saint also nodded in agreement: "Okay, as long as I can compete with Luo Fu!"
"I still put it like this. Even if Luo Fu's sub-treasure weapon infused with sword intent, a sub-treasure weapon that can inject me with sword intent, can cut a gap as big as a mung bean, he will win!"
"I will also voluntarily give up my position as the master of swordsmanship!"
"Senior!" Dongyang Zhengfeng hurriedly stepped forward: "Junior, I am willing to hold the sword for senior!"
At the other end, Dongfang Wan'er also walked out of the queue, cupped her fists and said, "Empress, this junior Dongfang Wan'er is willing to hold the sword for Luo Fu!"
Immediately, a female disciple sent a top-grade Asian treasure long sword and a top-grade Asian treasure long sword.
The Haotian Sword Saint grasped the long sword, and in an instant, his whole body was filled with sword intent soaring into the sky!
Then, he handed the long sword to Dongyang Zhengfeng.
In comparison, Luo Fu's side was unremarkable. He just touched the flying sword lightly, without even a trace of sword intent bursting out from his body, and handed the flying sword to Dongfang Wan'er.
Dongfang Wan'er couldn't help but feel worried when she saw Luo Fu being such a childish person.
When all the saints saw Luo Fu's childish behavior, they frowned frequently.
"How can this be compared? Compared with the Haotian Sword Saint's sword intent, Luo Fu's sword intent is more than a million times worse. Alas."
While they were talking, the two Holy Sons had arrived in the middle of the dojo.
Dongyang Zhengfeng was holding a long sword, extremely excited and eager to try.
Dongfang Wan'er was holding a long sword, but she had a frown on her face.
With the empress' command of "start".
The two of them held swords at the same time and slashed at each other.
At this moment, Haotian Sword Saint's face was full of arrogance, extremely confident in his sword intention.
Luo Fu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, showing no sadness or joy.
All Taoist saints waved their hands and sighed repeatedly.
"Now, Luo Fu is no longer in danger, but his sword intent is only at the emperor level, how can he compete with the holy level of old monster Haotian?"
"That's not because Cao Jian met Tie Jian, then..."
clang!
Before everyone could finish their worried words, they heard a crisp sound!
In the middle of the dojo!
The two saints, each holding a sword in their hands, were stunned.
Dongyang Zhengfeng looked in disbelief.
Dongfang Wan'er's beauty was even more eclipsed.
All the Taoist saints in the audience gasped!
All because.
In Dongyang Zhengfeng's hand, the long sword that was blessed with the holy sword intention of the Haotian Sword was broken at the sound!
The long sword held in Dongfang Wan'er's hand was unscathed!
"Ah!?" All the casual cultivators were dumbfounded.
Countless glances were directed towards Luo Fu.
Luo Fu had a calm look on his face, as if he had expected such a result.
"How is this possible!?" Haotian Sword Saint recovered from the shock and shouted angrily: "This is absolutely impossible!"
"My sword intention is of the holy level!"
"Ten thousand steps back, even if Luo Fu's sword intention has reached the holy level, he will definitely not be able to cut off the long sword blessed by me so easily!"
The Empress of the Holy Ruins was also stunned. She stared at Luo Fu in shock, unable to say a word.
Here, Luo Fu stared at the Haotian Sword Saint calmly: "Still not convinced?"
After saying this, Luo Fu stepped forward, took back the long sword from Dongfang Wan'er, and inserted the long sword into the ground!
He pointed at the Haotian Sword Saint and pointed his sword: "One year."
"I will give you one year. As long as you can cut a gap the size of a mung bean with this sword, you will win."
The scene was in uproar again!
Luo Fu's statement made Haotian Sword Saint furious. He glared at Dongyang Zhengfeng and shouted: "I can't trust you. You are the Sword Saint, please replace me!"
"Disciple, I am willing to hold a sword for the Sword Saint!"
A Sword Dao Saint immediately stepped forward to ask for orders.
The Haotian Sword Saint took another top-grade sub-holy weapon long knife and injected his proud Tiangang Haoran Sword Intent into the knife.
Then, the sword master, holding the sword, strode to the sword.
A long sword, with no one holding it, just stood in the middle of the field, ready to be disposed of!
The Holy Son gritted his teeth and slashed at the long sword.
clang!
The long sword is motionless!
The long knife cut itself off at the sound!
"Hiss..." The scene was filled with gasps!
Haotian Sword Saint's face turned red and he roared: "No, let's replace him again!"
Another holy son, holding a long sword blessed by the Sword Saint, stepped forward to chop the long sword.
clang!
Long knife, cut it off!
The long sword has no damage at all!
"This is wrong! Change someone again! I don't believe it!"
clang!
The third time, the sword cut itself off!
The long sword is still intact!
clang!
clang!
clang!
clang!
In the blink of an eye, thirty-five Holy Sons have appeared!
And inside the dojo, the ground was full of broken knives!
All the saints looked shocked.
The Haotian Sword Saint's face was pale and pale, and he was deeply shocked. He stared at the long sword, took several steps back, and said in despair: "Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"
"This doesn't make sense! There must be some fraud involved!"
"How can my sword intention be so vulnerable?"
Among the crowd, Luo Fu walked up to the Haotian Sword Saint calmly.
With no expression on his face, he quietly took the last, thirty-sixth long sword from the Sword Saint's hand.
This sword was injected with the sword intention by the Haotian Sword Saint before it could reach it.
Subsequently.
Luo Fu held a long sword and walked towards it.
In front of everyone, Luo Fu smiled slightly, injected the sword intention into the long sword, and swung the sword towards the sword.
clang!
Sword, break!
Half of the sword blade rose into the air, buzzing and spinning!
Knife, unharmed!
The whole place fell silent.
Bang!
Luo Fu casually threw the long knife in his hand to the ground and looked at Haotian Sword Sage calmly: "Is this result satisfactory?"
"Now, do you still think that I was speaking arrogantly?"
Haotian Sword Saint stared at Luo Fu with his eyes about to split.
Luo Fu was speechless and raised his hands to the sky.
Buzz!
A hundred-foot sword intent soared into the sky!
The sword intent appeared from the moment it appeared.
The wind stopped.
The night is white.
The stars disperse.
All Taoist immortals and Taoist saints have become deaf.
This is all because the air escapes from the sword's intention, making it impossible for the sound to propagate.
The world has lost its color.
All because of the space, they escaped from the sword intention, causing the Holy Ruins Dojo to be shrouded in nothingness.
Luo Fu's eyes were slightly slanted, squinting at the towering Ten Thousand Gods Monument.
Then, with a wave of his hand.
Baizhang's sword intent instantly slashed onto the jade monument.
On the thousand-foot-long Ten Thousand God Monument, a row of big characters suddenly appeared: "Mortal Sword Intent, Holy Level."
All the cultivators dispersed, slightly shuddering.
But in an instant, the big characters on the Ten Thousand Gods Monument disappeared on their own, and were replaced by new characters: "Immortal Sword Intent, True Immortal Level!"
All the casual cultivators were shocked.
In another moment, the font disappeared on the Ten Thousand Gods Monument, and new words appeared: "Sword Intention of the God Realm, God Level!"
All casual cultivators stopped breathing!
In another moment, the big characters still disappeared and were replaced with new words: "Sword Intent of the Supreme God Realm, Super God Level!"
All casual cultivators, cardiac arrest!
Luo Fu stood with his hands behind his back and stared at Haotian Sword Saint quietly: "Come on, beat me."
