Great Sword Master

(The third update is here. To be fair, Lao Liu also wants to update a few more chapters every day, but he is powerless. Three chapters a day is the limit. As for the burst, it is a struggle. It can only be done occasionally. Please forgive me. It depends on the choice of the brothers and follow the democratic will. From tomorrow, there will be two updates at 7 am and one update at 6 pm. That's it for now. I will ask for a few more monthly tickets and recommendation tickets)

The Huntian Sect is located in the Huntian Holy Mountain.

The Huntian Holy Mountain is not just a mountain, but it has many peaks and is surrounded by many floating islands.

The Douwu Hall is independent on a floating island.

This island is called Douwu Floating Island, which is hundreds of miles in radius. There is a hall on the entire island, and outside the hall are huge arenas.

Rays of extremely gorgeous light of different colors rushed up from all parts of the Huntian Holy Mountain and flew over one after another.

"Brother Yan, you are here to watch the fight too."

"The fight between Elder Mo's disciples and Master Wang's disciples is worth watching."

On the Douwu Floating Island, people kept gathering. One after another, figures were surrounded by divine light, standing in the air around a huge arena, talking to each other.

The sound of rustling sounded, becoming more and more vast.

In the distance, a black area emerged, constantly advancing, turning into a shocking wave surging in, and the vast divine power was overwhelming, as if drowning everything.

The black wave paused outside the Douwu Floating Island, and two figures flew out with it.

"Hahaha, here I come."

Accompanied by a loud laugh that resounded through the world, the two figures descended on the floating island, and one of them landed directly on the arena.

"Meet Elder Mo..."

Immediately, many people bowed to Mo Wusheng, even those who did not belong to Tiancang Peak.

"Wang Yuandao, I brought my disciples here. You are not afraid, are you?"

The old man in black robe swept his eyes, and the divine light in his eyes was like a raging tide, which immediately brought extremely strong oppression to the people around him. Then he spoke with a terrifying momentum.

Instantly, a shocking sword intent burst out from the direction of Juejian Peak, as if responding to Mo Wusheng. The sword intent was unparalleled and came from the sky, like a sword from the sky, which immediately made everyone's face change and tense up, as if they were pierced by a sharp sword.

Even Mo Wusheng, a strong man at the peak of the extraordinary realm, couldn't help but frown.

"Wang Yuandao's sword intent is even stronger..." Mo Wusheng was very solemn.

As the sword intent burst out, two sword lights whistled out from Juejian Peak, like two lightning streams across the sky, and arrived at the Douwu Floating Island.

"Mo Wusheng, are you ready to bear the defeat of your disciples?"

The sword light descended, and a calm voice sounded.

"Hello, Master Wang." Everyone bowed.

No matter how many opinions there are, no matter whether Juejian Peak will be removed from the list in the end, now Wang Yuandao is still alive and Juejian Peak still exists.

Juejian Peak is still one of the 72 peaks of Huntian Sect.

In this way, Wang Yuandao, the master of Juejian Peak, is still one of the top people in Huntian Sect. No matter his strength or status, he is qualified to be bowed to.

Wang Yuandao nodded in response.

"Wang Yuandao, what confidence do you have to say this to me?" Mo Wusheng immediately retorted, with a sneer on his face.

"Defeated by the sword." Staring at Mo Wusheng, Wang Yuandao's eyes were indifferent.

"You failed to merge with the Dao." Mo Wusheng retorted.

"Defeated by the sword." Wang Yuandao still had an indifferent look.

"Your life span is less than ten years." Mo Wusheng was a little angry.

"Defeated by the sword." Wang Yuandao's tone and expression did not change at all.

"You...you..." Mo Wusheng was almost vomiting blood in anger. He suppressed his anger and took a deep breath: "This battle is the beginning of your failure, Wang Yuandao."

"Wait and see." Wang Yuandao smiled slightly.

Everyone knows that his disciple Chen Feng has no innate supernatural powers and is a mortal body, but is he weak without supernatural powers?

Not necessarily!

"Is the state of integration above the extraordinary state?"

"I didn't expect that Master would fail to integrate..."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Chen Feng wanted to laugh, but his heart was heavy, and he realized the problem with his master.

But, he was powerless.

At this stage, he was just a martial arts newbie in the body-building state.

The extraordinary state was too far away from him, not to mention the state of integration above.

A pair of extremely cold eyes came with heavy pressure, which was Ye Yunqi's gaze.

"Master, I'm going." Chen Feng glanced at Ye Yunqi, then looked at Wang Yuandao and said in a firm voice.

Wang Yuandao nodded.

"Come on, Chen Feng." Li Xinyue said immediately.

According to the rules, Li Xinyue must call Chen Feng "senior brother", but Chen Feng felt awkward. Finally, after discussion, he just called him by his name.

Yang Tao originally disagreed. His purpose of accepting Li Xinyue as a disciple was to accompany Chen Feng and train him as a follower, but under Chen Feng's request, he finally agreed reluctantly.

Chen Feng nodded to Li Xinyue and Yang Tao, and leaped up, like a roc soaring up more than ten meters, and landed on the ring.

Ye Yunqi's eyes condensed.

Of course, he could also jump more than ten meters, but that was after practicing Hun Tian Jin and breaking through to the tenth change of body forging.

Could it be...

Ye Yunqi couldn't help but have a guess that made him feel very bad.

On the ring, two figures confronted each other more than ten meters apart. All around, eyes were fixed on them, and many divine thoughts were lingering in the void, overlooking the ring.

A figure flew out of the Douwu Hall and landed above the arena.

"I am the master of the Douwu Hall and I will preside over this duel." The old man said, "Both of you are true disciples of the sect and are geniuses. So this battle will only focus on victory and defeat, not life and death."

Disappointment appeared on the faces of Ye Yunqi and Chen Feng.

What they wanted in their hearts was to take this opportunity to kill each other.

Especially Ye Yunqi, the idea of ​​killing Chen Feng was extremely strong. He had to admit that the waste that was like an ant in his eyes at the beginning had now grown to the point where he felt threatened.

Moreover, time was short.

If he continued to grow, no one could say what would happen in the future.

Because of this, Ye Yunqi became more and more fearful and could not wait to get rid of Chen Feng.

"Even if I can't kill Chen Feng at this opportunity, I have to cripple him." Ye Yunqi stared at Chen Feng and said secretly: "One strike, I must not give Chen Feng any chance. I will cripple him with the strongest strike. If I can kill him at this opportunity, it will be even better." "Wang Yuandao, let's make it clear first, you can't interfere in the battle between disciples." Mo Wusheng sneered at Wang Yuandao. Obviously, he was fully confident of Ye Yunqi's strength. A top king-level bloodline genius, and a mortal body without divine powers, even if they have some abilities, what can they do? Are they comparable? Glancing at Mo Wusheng lightly, Wang Yuandao did not answer but sneered. Such a contemptuous attitude made Mo Wusheng almost run away. "Wang Yuandao, wait until your disciple loses, and see if you still have the face to stand in front of me." Mo Wusheng could only think hatefully. On the ring, Ye Yunqi's eyes became more and more cold. With a roar, Ye Yunqi activated the power of the tidal bloodline. The extremely powerful force vibrated, and layers of blood light surged out of his body, like the tide pushing forward layer by layer, making Ye Yunqi's aura continue to rise and become more and more powerful, oppressing the surroundings, and the terrible pressure spread.

The Hun Tian Jin was running, and a powerful and domineering power grew, merging with the aura of the tidal bloodline, and each benefited each other.

"Ye Yunqi not only practiced the Hun Tian Jin, but also completed two temperings. He is really worthy of being the top king-level bloodline."

"The power brought by the tidal bloodline is majestic and magnificent, which is similar to the Hun Tian Jin. The two are superimposed and amplified again. The power of the Hun Tian Jin is also more and more powerful, enough to rival the normal three-tempered Hun Tian Jin..."

Feeling Ye Yunqi's rising aura, Chen Feng couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise.

In three days, not only did his own strength advance by leaps and bounds, but Ye Yunqi also greatly improved.

Of course, this is closely related to his own talent and the resources he obtained.

If it were the core disciples, inner sect disciples, or even outer sect disciples, they would not have such a significant improvement.

They had not even touched the tenth transformation of body forging.

"Chen Feng, take my sword!"

Ye Yunqi's aura rose to the extreme, he shouted loudly, and took a step forward.

The roar of the surging waves suddenly resounded in all directions, and blood was everywhere, as if the waves were surging. Ye Yunqi's footsteps seemed to be stepping on the waves. Under the push of waves, his speed continued to increase.

In a blink of an eye, Ye Yunqi approached Chen Feng across more than ten meters, and the majestic and domineering aura was violent and unmatched, pressing forward.

The gorgeous sword light sprayed out from the sheath, soaring up, slashing across the sky, and transformed into nine overlapping sword shadows, as if they were about to gather into one, with a faint dazzling cold light.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, secretly surprised.

That knife... clearly had the prototype of the nine wave-breaking knives fused into one.

At the same time, a chilling murderous intent fell on Chen Feng, completely locking onto him.

Mo Wusheng's face suddenly showed a satisfied look.

Chen Feng's eyes condensed, his right hand fell on the hilt of the sword, and his five fingers lightly clicked.