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Wang Xiaoke bathed in the moonlight, with his feet on a three-foot-long black golden sword.

Stand proudly.

He glanced at the person on the dragon head, but his gaze did not linger for too long.

If he were in the ancient world, he might be afraid of the other party.

But standing here, there is nothing to worry about.

Linghu Xian snorted coldly, raised his palm, and lotus flowers bloomed in his eyes.

"Boy, if you don't accept my toast, then I will punish you. I will capture you and then ask the sect master to punish you!"

A small lotus floated out and expanded rapidly in mid-air.

The pure white petals seem to be shining with thousands of divine radiances!

Wang Xiaoke saw the magical power coming and finally took action.

I saw him clenching his five fingers into a fist, with a grey glow.

Layers of heat waves extended in all directions, and the void was visibly distorted.

The lotus was spinning at high speed, and the terrifying energy it contained made many cultivators present tremble with fear.

But just a simple test revealed that its power is so terrifying?

With one punch, gray flames covered the sky and the hundred-foot-long fist shadow shook towards the white lotus.

The power of the Nine Red Flame Fists combined with the innate spiritual fire has increased several times.

The two moves collided, the roar shook the sky, and the lake water surged.

The key point is that Wang Xiaoke’s cultivation level is actually the middle stage of the Nascent Soul!

Before this, the Western War God Court was only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, right?

"One level up every year, how did he do that?"

Nangong Bazhou frowned, crossed his arms and looked at Wang Xiaoke.

"Even if you have countless resources, carry an ancient heritage, and practice since birth, you can't be so evil."

"What a freak!"

Ji Wuchang thought thoughtfully: "Could it be that there was an adventure in the ancient world?"

"It seems that after this trip, I have to find out about the situation in the ancient world."

Ten thousand years ago, his Ji family was one of the four royal families.

If it weren't for the war with the ancient world, it wouldn't have declined to this day.

Therefore, the Ji family... hates the ancient world sects in their bones.

There was a loud "Bang!"

Endless fog rose up, and the aftermath spread for a thousand meters.

"Blocked?" Luo Yun raised his eyebrows, his expression full of approval.

Linghu Xian was about to make a move, but the man next to him spoke first.

"He is also a sword cultivator. I will meet him first."

"Hmm~"

Linghu Xian smiled playfully: "It's just right to open the eyes of these natives."

The man walked with his hands behind his back, an ancient sword hanging behind him, exuding an ancient atmosphere.

As he took a step forward, a strange vision suddenly appeared, and a sword tomb seemed to appear in the sky.

Countless sword blades piled up into a mountain, and tens of thousands of spirit swords wailed. The sharp sound made the weaker ones' heads ache and their eardrums almost burst.

"Fifth Elder of Liuxue Sect, Li Feng, remember my name."

The ancient sword trembled violently, and Li Feng's aura was no longer concealed.

"Late Nascent Soul stage?" Wang Xiaoke turned his head and said, "That sword is not bad either."

The five elders of a sect are equipped with fifth-level spiritual swords.

It seems that the Liuxue Sect's foundation is much stronger than those third-rate sects.

"If this alien native meets the Fifth Elder, he will be in trouble~"

The deacon of Liuxue Sect sneered, and the people around him echoed him.

"Yes, the Fifth Elder is a master of swordsmanship and proves his truth through killing."

"Before, a force provoked him, and he slaughtered half of the other party's sect with just one sword."

"Even if this guy is a genius, he still has to bow to the Fifth Elder."

Li Feng closed his eyes and exhaled, then opened his eyes again, filled with murderous intent.

Holding the sword, his robe fluttered: "Let's fight. Don't let this world and our old guests get impatient."

After saying that, he bent his fingers and flicked the sword. Countless sword shadows shot up into the sky, followed by a rain of swords that burst out in unison.

The sharp sword energy seemed to cut even the air.

Almost in an instant, Wang Xiaoke was about to be submerged by the rain of swords.

The dense sword shadows made everyone feel cold all over, especially women like Mo Qiaoer, who were so frightened that their faces turned pale.

"This person is very strong!"

Li Jinjiu looked serious, and the small sword at his waist was shining.

As a fellow swordsman, he has a clearer perception of Li Feng.

The sword spirit is fully developed, the sword heart is condensed, and he has his own unique sword art.

If I strike casually, even a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul would have to retreat.

"No wonder the Liuxue Sect is so arrogant. They are indeed capable of being arrogant."

"That kid is in trouble."

Just as everyone was shocked, a golden light suddenly flashed in the air.

The Golden Crow dropped his hand, and Wang Xiaoke stared ahead, grinning.

"Although we are both playing with swords, you and I have different ways."

Li Feng's pupils were pitch black, and a murderous aura filled the air.

Wang Xiaoke shook his wrist lightly, and the sword energy split into countless small swords.

Cut out with one sword.

Two long rivers of sword energy collided and exploded in mid-air.

The overflowing sword energy left many cracks on the top of the mountain.

"interesting."

Li Feng pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly and took a step forward with boiling sword intent.

The strange vision of the sword tomb spread out, and the murderous aura almost turned into substance.

Wang Xiaoke showed no sign of being outdone and also took a step forward.

There seems to be a world evolving behind it, with all things in nature growing.

The vision was half real and half imaginary, seemingly true and false, confronting each other.

"Just now it was a clash of sword energy, this is a collision of sword intent!"

Li Jinjiu sighed: "As expected, heroes emerge from youth!"

"That boy has also condensed his sword heart and has his own sword path."

To practice swordsmanship, one must be clear about the purpose of holding the sword and concentrate on developing a swordsmanship heart.

At this point, his sword mind is clear, and he can practice sword moves extremely quickly and with greater power.

"To have the heart of a sword at the age of twenty is truly a natural talent."

Qian Fugui glanced at him and couldn't help but joked.

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Li's title of Sword Immortal will soon be passed on to another owner~"

Li Jinjiu nodded and smiled, it was just an empty title.

"boom!"

The collision of two shocking sword intentions caused a storm on the top of the mountain.

Seeing the stalemate, Mo Qiaoer muttered softly.

"Wang Xiaoke is one realm behind, but he still holds his own."

"I thought it was so amazing, but it's just this good."

Just as he finished speaking, Linghu Xian looked at him coldly, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Little girl, you are looking for death!"

She swung her palm through the air, and the palm print was as fast as thunder, but it was blocked by the golden bell.

Luo Yun took back the golden bell and protected his apprentice behind him.

Without waiting for Linghu Xian to speak, Li Feng exerted his strength again.

The two men were completely motionless, and only the strong could see that their fight had entered a fierce stage.