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Looking up again, I saw that the blue light was getting stronger and stronger, filling the sky and ground, and roaring towards it.

The wind does not move, the clouds move.

The sky is turning, the earth is moving, the wind is fierce, the sky is dark, and the thunder is flashing, reflecting thousands of astonished faces and astonished eyes.

The thunder is like a dragon, and there is an unstoppable power between the roars.

The sound of swords and wind, piercing through the sky, covered the sky and the earth, frantically coming from all directions and then disappearing.

Feng Qingyang looked up, his face turned pale with shock, he thought it was just a comparison of swords, what about it?

But now is not the time to complain, he was the one who said to compete with swords, or begged and forced Xiao Xuan to compete with swords.

Regret now, wouldn't it make the world ridicule?

Besides...

It's too late to regret now.

I saw Feng Qingyang leaping between vertical and horizontal sword qi, galloping in the sword rain, bean-sized sweat slid down his cheeks, his fingers fluttered and tapped Xiao Xuan's body seven or eight times in succession.

Before coming, Feng Qingyang was proud.

Even though he lost to Xiao Xuan, Xiao Xuan had the same level of swords as him that time. Even if Xiao Xuan won, it doesn't mean that there is a big gap between them.

And after a few months of enlightenment in the sword mound, I realized the realm of no sword, and had my own realm of invincibility with a single sword.

Able to comprehend nature and rely on natural power to make the sword exert greater power.

Looking at this world, there may be more powerful existences.

But definitely not much.

And he is one of the very few who can break through to the first rank, comprehend Wujian swordsmanship, blend with the sky and the earth with his breath, and echo with the world when he makes moves.

It can be said that he managed to change nature.

Even if it changes only a little bit.

But also change.

In this world, there are not many people who can do what he does.

But what does he see now?

He had just been able to use the wind to control the sword, using the flow of the wind to transform it into countless sword intents, treating Qixia Town as a pond, and filling the pond with sword intent.

But what about the other side?

The other side is fucking calling God Thunder!

How could Feng Qingyang not be stunned by this?

It's like the black belt in Taekwondo in the children's group, who went to the wrong field and went to the wrong ring.

I thought I was already a black belt, even if I got into the wrong ring, I could handle it.

But if you take a closer look, sitting opposite is Schwarzenegger the Terminator!

"do not care!"

Feng Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, then put his arms around his beard and gritted his teeth, then drew circles with his hands as if rubbing something.

After the blink of an eye, it turned out to be a gigantic sword condensed with countless sword intents.

Holding the huge sword in his hand, Feng Qingyang pointed at Xiao Xuan and launched the final blow, shouting loudly at the same time.

"Death style!"

This style was not created by Dugu Qiubai, but the last style created by Feng Qingyang repeatedly pondering Dugu Nine Swords in the sword mound, ninety-nine into one sublimated by Dugu Nine Swords.

The last stance of the swordsmanship that breaks the world with the swordless state, and in this sword, it echoes the wind.

As soon as this formula came out, Qixia Town suddenly set off a gust of wind, and every ray of wind was sharp enough to cut and play with a sword, breaking life and death.

But Feng Qingyang didn't intend to hurt the innocent, so this wind has its place.

The home is Xiao Xuan at the eye of the wind.

It's just that when these winds came in front of Xiao Xuan, they actually eased a lot, blowing Xiao Xuan's hair, and then disappeared for no reason.

At this time, in the depths of the cloud, countless electric lights gathered rapidly, and the sound of thunder exploded non-stop in the sky.

In half a moment, in the depths of the dark vortex, a huge electric glow gathered and shot down to the sky, landing on the black iron epee.

The extremely dazzling light seemed to be in Xiao Xuan's hands.

Shouting electric lights, gods and Buddhas all over the sky, sing together!

"fall!"

The thunder connects the sky and the earth, and the lightning dragon surrounds the black iron epee.

I saw that the black sword body began to emit dazzling electric light, and the sound of crackling and crackling surrounded the ears of everyone in Qixia Town.

Xiao Xuan swung forward violently, the electric light roared forward like a dragon, and then hit Feng Qingyang's final sword head-on.

I saw Feng Qingyang's final sword nirvana began to break inch by inch, the invisible sword intent suddenly disintegrated, and the vertical and horizontal sword energy disappeared into nothingness between the electric lights.

Following Feng Qingyang, he gritted his teeth, and immediately let go and retreated when he saw the situation was not good.

It's just that this sword is not so easy to hide.

Feng Qingyang exhausted all his strength to stay away from Xiao Xuan, and saw his strongest sword shattered in front of him little by little, but he still couldn't resist Xiao Xuan's move of the magic sword.

Seeing that sword stabbing towards him, even though Feng Qingyang had escaped from the trajectory of the electric light, he still saw his beard that he had grown all his life completely burnt in an instant, followed by a numbness in his body. A powerful electric current instantly swept through the whole body, and then there was a smell of barbecue.

At this moment, all the people in the town watching the sword competition saw a complete skeleton flashing three times in the extremely dark night.

"Fucking emperor, is this still a sword contest? Is this a manifestation of a god?"

"What kind of move is this? Is this the strength of a first-rank warrior? Can he summon thunder? Use thunder to defeat the enemy?"

"No wonder Mr. Xiao said that Feng Qingyang used the swordless state to defeat the enemy. Indeed, Mr. Xiao's sword is not for cutting people at all, he is for summoning thunder and lightning!"

"I finally understood why Xiao Xuan didn't want gold, but the four swords in the sword mound. It turns out that all the mysteries are here. Feng Qingyang is too honest. Such a good sword, he is really willing to give it to him. Xiao Xuan regards it as the hexagram gold."

"Could it be that the thunder is because of this sword? Shouldn't it be because of Mr. Xiao? This must be caused by Mr. Xiao's skills!"

"Is it a skill? But I have never seen such a devastating skill. This is the most powerful move I have ever seen in my life... Hey, is Mr. Xiao still accepting apprentices? I want to be a teacher Already!"

"How deep is Mr. Xiao's martial arts? Unexpectedly, Senior Feng, who has been promoted to the first rank, can't stand for three breaths in front of Mr. Xiao. Could it be that Mr. Xiao's martial arts has already far surpassed the first rank?"

"By the way, doesn't Feng Qingyang still owe Mr. Xiao the money? Mr. Xiao's move, Feng Qingyang is probably going to drink with Po Meng right now? How can he pay back the money?"

"That's right. Mr. Xiao doesn't make money-losing business, but everyone has been beaten to death. What about the two things that Feng Qingyang owes?"

Chapter 153 Compared with Xiao Xuan, I am much gentler in the East, right?

"Boom rumble..."

The electric glow in the black cloud gradually disappeared and merged with this dark night, and the thunder that resounded through the sky gradually dissipated, receding slowly like a dragon's chant.

Xiao Xuan fell again, the black iron epee in his hand had already been burned red, and it fell heavily on the roof, shaking off countless broken stones.

Feng Qingyang's whole body was scorched, and after falling from mid-air, only a pair of astonished and dull eyes remained.

Bai Zhantang directly knelt on the ground, looking at the scene in front of him, his eyes almost popped out.

Distressed about the house is real.

After all, this will be his own property in the future.

Although the relationship with Shopkeeper Tong hasn't reached that point yet, they are almost inseparable. If there are no accidents, Shopkeeper Tong will probably be his wife in the future.

It's all right now, I haven't passed the door yet, the dowry is gone!

Of course, this inn is not worth a lot of money, the Longmen Escort Bureau has plenty of money.

But if shopkeeper Tong woke up and saw that his inn was covered, wouldn't he just pass out again?

Of course, these are not important.

The important thing is...

Before meeting Xiao Xuan, Bai Zhantang had always boasted that Tongfu Inn had the No. 1 force value!

Later, after seeing so many martial arts colleagues, I realized that my martial arts were really nothing.

Take the most familiar person as an example, Mr. Xiao's martial arts are unfathomable, and Bai Zhantang even wants to learn two moves from Xiao Xuan again.

But Xiao Xuan treated him well, and also secretly gave him a lot of cheats.

So when it comes to Xiao Xuan's water, Bai Zhantang only knows how deep it is, but he doesn't know how deep it is.

But seeing Xiao Xuan's hand summoning thunder and lightning today, Bai Zhantang understood it completely.

Never try to explore Xiao Xuan's martial arts.

Because his martial arts are as deep as an abyss, trying to test his martial arts is tantamount to jumping on the edge of a cliff.

"Is this still Mr. Xiao who told us the little pornographic book?"

"Is this too cruel?"

"When the gods come, I'm afraid they can't beat you, right?"

Saying that, Bai Zhantang shook his head, then looked at Feng Qingyang who fell three steps away in front of him, shook his head and smacked his tongue with regret.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"You said you too, you have finally been promoted to a first-rank warrior, can't you enjoy the honor brought by a first-rank warrior?"

"Why do you want to compete with Mr. Xiao?"

"Isn't this about death?"

"It's all right now. I just experienced a first-grade warrior for a few days... I'd better prepare a coffin for you. The funeral shop on West Street hasn't opened for half a year."

Seeing Feng Qingyang still staring at those stunned eyes, thinking he was dying, Bai Zhantang stretched out his hand to help him, but he heard a familiar voice from the roof.

"Don't rush to the funeral, he still has breath."

Immediately afterwards, he saw Xiao Xuan had come to the front, squatting in front of him, with one hand on Feng Qingyang's chest, slightly frowning and said inwardly.

After all, Feng Qingyang is a first-rank martial artist, and his life is hard.

But if he insisted on the Divine Sword Yu Lei Zhen Jue just now, he might really see Meng Po now.

This Feng Qingyang is a bit crazy, but it is not so ignorant of the severity.

After realizing that Xiao Xuan's move was no small matter, he directly dodged his own sword with all his strength.

But even though he avoided it, Excalibur Yulei really felt that the aftermath was enough for him to drink a pot.

Looking at it like this, he was seriously injured. I don't know if he can retain the strength of a first-rank warrior after this sword fight.

"Mr. Xiao, you said he is still alive?"

"Just now, with your sudden attack, I'm afraid that you have blown away all the local land bastards?"

"Is this old guy still alive?"

Xiao Xuan nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice.

"He dodged."

"The agility of a first-rank martial artist should not be underestimated. He just missed my sword. At most, he was seriously injured, and he would not die."

"I'll give him some internal strength, and he'll be fine after a few days with Chinese medicine."

At this time, Xiao Xuan silently mobilized the Immortal Thieves of Liuku, plundered the surrounding energy, supplemented himself and healed Feng Qingyang along the way.

After all, He Feng Qingyang has no grievances or enmity, not to mention he still owes himself two things for not doing.

If he died like this, Xiao Xuan would be in a panic.

Xiao Xuan said that the first-rank martial artist's movement is indeed fast, but it must be because Xiao Xuan didn't want to kill him, and just now Xiao Xuan only used one-tenth of the magic sword to control thunder. Barely breathed.

If Xiao Xuan wanted to, let alone Feng Qingyang, this whole town might be razed to the ground.

After all, the power of the Divine Sword Yu Lei Zhen Jue is no longer a move that these warriors can compete with.

Bai Zhantang couldn't help looking at Feng Qingyang in horror, feeling Feng Qingyang's pulse and said in shock.

"My God, the pulse has really started to stabilize."