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On Kunlun Mountain, all the heroes were shocked.

Everyone looked at the sword energy storm and the many spiritual swords and felt horrified.

None of them could resist this move.

"Is this the strength of Fellow Daoist Wang?"

"As expected of a demon, at such a young age, you have mastered the swordsmanship."

"Given some more time, I might be able to surpass the ancient sages!"

As everyone was amazed, an ancient sword as black as ink appeared.

Wang Xiaoke looked calm. He raised his hand and two big beast shadows pounced towards the ancient sword.

Boo!

The weapons collided, the ancient sword was firmly blocked, and the air wave stretched for hundreds of meters.

Li Feng stepped hard, drew his sword almost instantly, and slashed towards Wang Xiaoke.

puff...

Blood dripped down the blade as the ancient sword pierced into the left shoulder.

Li Feng smiled lightly and was about to draw his sword when he suddenly noticed something strange.

brush!

A sword energy attacked him, and he quickly stepped back, releasing the protective spiritual shield.

In a flash, the spiritual shield was broken, and a pool of thunder filled the air, covering him completely.

Crackling!

Suddenly, there was continuous thunder on the top of the mountain, and Li Feng was completely swallowed up by the sea of ​​thunder.

When the sea of ​​thunder disappeared, Li Feng fell into the lake, gasping for breath.

"what happened!"

Wang Xiaoke smiled as thousands of lightning arcs danced around him.

His shoulder is intact, how can he look injured at all?

Li Feng's heart was shaken: "Illusion, spiritual magic?"

The moment of distraction just now was probably due to an illusion.

"Cough cough!" He covered his chest with his hands, his palms were all red.

A hideous scar climbed up from the lower abdomen to the shoulder blade.

He was an elder of Liuxue Sect, who had practiced hard for hundreds of years, but suffered such a great loss at the hands of a young man?

"The flowers on the other shore bloom and fade!"

Li Feng ran his two fingers across the sword and bit his tongue to insert it into the weapon.

A blood-colored mandala blossomed in the void. Such a strange sight shocked hundreds of people.

Li Jinjiu was far away but could sense the crisis.

The ancient sword swept past, and the sword energy spanned a thousand meters and descended in an instant.

Wang Xiaoke looked indifferent and slowly threw out a small tripod.

"town!"

The Qingmu Xuanding expanded rapidly and protected in front of him like a huge mountain.

After the loud noise...

Li Feng groaned, his body shook, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Wang Xiaoke grinned: "This tripod is quite hard~"

He raised his fingertips, and thousands of thunders gathered and blasted out.

Linghu Xian's brows furrowed. It was obvious that Wang Xiaoke's fighting power surpassed Li Feng and he was able to fight against opponents of higher levels.

It is rare for such a genius to be born in this barren land.

It would be a pity if I didn't accept him as my subordinate...

Lines of purple lightning were like mad snakes, illuminating the night sky on the top of the mountain.

Countless arcs of lightning rose up, and a giant thunder finger appeared in the sky.

Looking down from a high place, the sky was filled with thunder and lightning, and was filled with the aura of destruction.

"Thunder Finger!"

Wang Xiaoke roared, and his giant finger fell like a meteor.

Li Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, and at the critical moment, he quickly retreated.

"Burning Soul Three Knocks on the Sword."

"One knock and the gate of heaven will break!"

The Liuxue Sect's disciples were all surprised, as this was a forbidden sword technique within the sect.

It requires burning one's own essence and blood, causing great harm to the cultivator.

The Fifth Elder was forced to this point?

Li Feng looked up at the lightning finger, and seemed to feel blood rising from his body.

The ancient sword glowed with dark purple light, and the void made a buzzing sound when it slashed down.

"You are just a young boy. I have practiced hard for hundreds of years. How could I possibly be defeated by you?"

Li Feng raised his eyes and sneered, and the sword energy turned the thunder finger into nothingness.

The strong men were stunned and watched the lightning disappear.

"You still have the nerve to say that. You've been injured like this by me. You've been practicing for hundreds of years but you're still worse than a dog!"

Li Feng's face was as dark as ink, with veins bulging on his forehead.

"Two knocks and the Yellow Springs boil!"