Great Sword Master

(Second update)

"Ye Wufeng, hand over the dragon marrow liquid."

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A cold shout rang out, accompanied by a gust of wind and thunder.

"I told you, I don't have any dragon marrow liquid." A sword-carrying young man wearing a blue shirt roared in anger while using his body skills to dodge as much as possible, but his handsome face was swollen. On one side, he looked a little embarrassed.

Standing on one side was a girl with a round head, looking a little confused and sluggish.

"Brother..." After a while, the girl with the round head came back to her senses and said with a bit of embarrassment: "It seems that I recognized the wrong person."

"Um?"

The young man who was chasing Ye Wufeng paused and turned to look at the girl with a round head, his face full of doubts.

Taking this opportunity, Ye Wufeng ran quickly, got into a crack and left quickly.

"This person is not the one who steals my dragon marrow liquid." The girl with the round head said with a red face.

"He is Ye Wufeng..." the young man responded, and suddenly realized: "You mean, the person who stole your dragon marrow liquid claimed to be Ye Wufeng, but he was not."

"That's right." The ball-headed girl responded immediately, with a ferocious expression on her baby face, and her little tiger teeth were grinding loudly, as if she was about to bite something into pieces: "That's it, that person is really bad. Not only did he rob He stole the dragon marrow spirit liquid and pretended to be Ye Wufeng. It's really abominable. Brother, you must teach him a lesson and take the dragon marrow spirit liquid back."

"Don't worry." A cold light flashed in the young man's eyes.

Immediately, the young man raised his eyebrows slightly, and vaguely seemed to hear some kind of subtle moaning sound. He immediately said to the ball-headed girl: "Follow me."

…

Gather!

The geniuses and peerless geniuses who entered Panlong Peak, and those who heard the waves of subtle chants, all rushed towards the direction where the sound came from.

Just because the sound was very similar to the sound made by the colorful dragon shape that appeared above Panlong Peak.

Dragon roar!

Although everyone has never seen a real dragon before, and they have never heard the roar of a dragon.

But, it is certain.

It's like a knowledge that comes from the depths of life.

Opportunity!

Everyone concluded that the dragon's roar must be an opportunity, a great opportunity.

Such an opportunity cannot be missed.

Panlong Peak is actually not very big, but the internal passages are so winding that they become very long. However, if you keep following the cracks, you can save a lot of time.

The main thing is that the sense of direction must be strong enough.

Otherwise, if you think you are going deeper, you will most likely be going outward.

The perception of warriors themselves is better than that of ordinary people. The perception of those with miraculous geniuses and peerless geniuses is even better than that of ordinary warriors.

Chen Feng walked through a crack and saw two people fighting.

"Li Yiming..."

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. One of the two parties fighting was one of the two peerless talents of the Huntian Sect who had entered the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm this time.

And his opponent is Zhenwu Shengzi.

I saw Li Yiming was magically stimulated, and the shadow of a tree suddenly appeared behind him, as if its roots were piercing into the air, and its branches and leaves were fluttering, as if fluttering in the wind. Li Yiming's whole body seemed to be bathed in a layer of light green light, which accentuated his aura. Arrogant and full of vitality.

But Holy Son Zhenwu did not inspire any supernatural power.

In this way, Li Yiming can be suppressed.

Chen Feng couldn't help but frown.

From a perceptual point of view, Li Yiming's aura is not weaker than Ye Mingxuan. If he does not use the combination of human and sword, his strength should be stronger than Li Yiming, but it is also very limited.

If you use the combination of human and sword, your strength will increase several times.

It's just that the use of Man-Sword Fusion is too expensive and only lasts for a short breath. Therefore, it cannot be used as a routine method and can only be used as a trump card to be used at critical moments.

But Holy Son Zhenwu didn't inspire any supernatural power, and he was able to gain the upper hand just by relying on his cultivation.

This strength is incredible.

If it inspires supernatural power, what level of strength will it reach?

Chen Feng couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

A person with supernatural powers, even if he does not activate the supernatural powers, is usually stronger than a warrior of the same level without supernatural powers.

Divine powers not only provide special powers, but also give warriors an even more amazing foundation.

The spear in Li Yiming's hand shook, and like a branch growing crazily, it turned into dozens of spear shadows and blasted towards the Holy Son of Zhenwu.

Each spear shadow embodies the tyrannical power of the twelve transformations of the forged body. It is so powerful that it can easily break rocks and steel.

The extremely burly body of Zhenwu Saint Son paused slightly, and his eyes unconsciously looked in one place, as if he heard some sound.

When dozens of gun shadows came through the air and enveloped Li Yiming's entire body, the Holy Son of Zhenwu took action.

The thick arms were raised back, and the five fingers were clenched into fists. A faint golden force condensed in the fists, exuding an astonishing power, a domineering and indestructible violent power.

"This punch!"

Chen Feng's eyes couldn't help but condense, and a ray of horror shot out from the depths of his pupils.

The mystery of that punch, the aura of that punch, and the power of that punch all made Chen Feng think of a possibility.

Excellent product!

That punch was some kind of top-notch punch.

Since entering the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, he has experienced dozens of battles, but except for himself, the others are mostly practicing top-notch martial arts.

Now I finally see the best martial arts besides my own.

That feeling is indescribable.

Excitement, anticipation... or something else.

The Liushang sword in the sheath seemed to tremble slightly, and it was about to be unsheathed, and follow Chen Feng's wishes to draw the sword to fight.

This is a kind of induction after comprehending the sword realm of man and sword, which is mysterious.

With an extremely domineering punch, dozens of gun shadows instantly shattered, the long gun trembled, and Li Yiming flew backwards, hitting the wall of the cave, and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Glancing at Chen Feng, the True Martial Saint turned around and strode forward, drilled into a crack, and disappeared.

Li Yiming stood up and quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Chen, why didn't you take action just now?" Li Yiming looked at Chen Feng with a cold face and questioned.

Chen Feng, who was about to speak, was slightly startled when he heard the other party's words, and looked at Li Yiming in a bit of astonishment.

"If you had just held back the True Martial Saint, I would have had a chance to injure him." Li Yiming continued, his voice becoming increasingly cold.

"The True Martial Saint didn't even activate his magical powers, how could you injure him?" Chen Feng finally came to his senses, and was sure that Li Yiming was not joking, but was really questioning him, so he sneered and refuted.

"You!" Li Yiming's face changed drastically as if he was poked in the sore spot, his eyes were extremely cold, and the cold light flashed.

Chen Feng ignored him, but took a step forward, as agile and agile as a swimming dragon, and quickly passed through the crack and continued to move forward.

"Damn it!" Li Yiming said angrily: "It's just a mere mortal body, but it's so arrogant."

As he said that, Li Yiming immediately unfolded his body skills and quickly rushed to the crack.

It's not that he wanted to attack Chen Feng, after all, the Huntian Sect or each sect has a rule that people of the same sect and sect cannot kill each other.

He was mainly unhappy.

He was unhappy that a mere mortal body was ranked as a quasi-sect son, on par with himself, a top saint-level divine power.

At the same time, he was also unhappy that he was a top saint-level divine power. Although there was still some gap compared with Yuan Hualong's Black Dragon Battle Body, the difference was not very big. Although they both had twelve transformations of body forging, Yuan Hualong was promoted to a candidate for the sect son, while he was still a quasi-sect son and had not passed the application.

All kinds of dissatisfaction accumulated in his heart.

Feeling the breath behind him, Chen Feng became slightly alert.

If Li Yiming dared to attack him, he would immediately activate the unity of man and sword and kill him with thunder in one breath.

But Chen Feng hoped that Li Yiming would not be so impulsive.

After all, he was a quasi-sect son of the Huntian Sect, possessing the top saint-level divine twelve transformations of body forging, with infinite potential. In the future, he would cultivate to the extraordinary realm or even the Hedao realm, and even have the hope of the saint realm. It would undoubtedly be a great thing for the Huntian Sect.

Li Yiming did not attack, but flew past Chen Feng.

A cold snort entered Chen Feng's ears.

Chen Feng frowned and relaxed his brows, but didn't say anything, nor was there any need to say anything.

As long as they don't come to provoke me, I don't need to pay attention to them.

But if they come to target me next time, then...

The intermittent dragon roars became clearer and stronger, and seemed to gradually become louder, like some kind of new joy.

Run!

Go deeper!

Finally, after Chen Feng passed through another crack, he entered a cave with a radius of hundreds of meters.

His eyes ignored everything else and were directly attracted by a colorful glow in the center.