Chapter 146

Yi Xiaofeng holds the demon sword, his body is crazy and convulsed, his face is painful, and he looks very scared.

Bai Hongxiao didn't look back and still waited with his eyes closed.

Jiujianyao immediately cast a spell to stabilize the demon sword.

Boom——

A terrible force broke out from the demon sword and almost scattered jiujianyao's soul.

Bai Hongxiao stood still and hunted in his robes. He still didn't look back and didn't worry about Yi Xiaofeng at all.

Other people's eyes lit up.

Can't Yi Xiaofeng bear the power of demon sword?

If so, that would be great!

If Yi Xiaofeng can't catch the demon sword, they still have a chance.

Sikun Chan and Zhou Shaojun prayed in their hearts.

Die!

You must die!

Wang rushen frowned and stared at Yi Xiaofeng.

He suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Bai Hongxiao, you love your apprentice too much!"

Bai Hongxiao opened his eyes and looked at him. He said calmly, "he's worth it."

Wang rushen laughed at himself and said, "it's really worth the courage to rush him. I'm not like my disciple. I was scared by the demon Emperor just now."

The demon emperor in the distance was silent.

Zhou Shaojun was embarrassed and ashamed.

Bai Hongxiao smiled.

"I'm not as talented as you, but I'm a disciple. Swordsman, why don't you and I make a pact and let our disciples fight again in the future." Wang rushen said seriously.

Bai Hongxiao said, "of course, but it's only about victory and defeat, not life and death."

Wang rushen said meaningfully, "are you afraid of your apprentice's death?"

"I'm afraid you'll die. I didn't do it properly."

“……”

The king was as silent as God.

The demon emperor cast a sympathetic look at him.

The demon emperor really understands this feeling.

meanwhile.

Yi Xiaofeng is still fighting.

At the moment, his consciousness is fighting with one person in a bright and white mysterious space.

As like as two peas, the other two as like as two peas.

The two quickly wielded swords, and their bodies staggered back and forth.

Another Yi Xiaofeng was transformed by the spirit of the demon sword.

Yi Xiaofeng was stunned.

As soon as he came in, he was attacked by the sword spirit. He still looked like him, which made him very confused.

Unfortunately, there was no way. He had to deal with it.

He practiced the five sword formula of pure Yang and was easily accepted by the sword spirit.

Not only that, Jianling quickly learned the five sword formula of Chunyang.

The two began to fight with Chunyang five sword formula.

Yi Xiaofeng found that this guy's Chunyang five sword formula was not weaker or even much stronger than him.

However, Jianling's sword Qi and spiritual power are not better than him, almost exactly the same as him.

Is this to test his Kendo strength in the same realm?

"Can you speak?"

Yi Xiaofeng asked with a joking expression.

His sword moves suddenly changed.

Match sword!

The sword spirit couldn't resist in an instant and retreated step by step.

The match sword technique is very mysterious. It may come from other worlds. The sword spirit can't copy this sword technique quickly.

Yi Xiaofeng has the upper hand.

"Do you think I am the Lord when I defeat you?" Yi Xiaofeng said with a smile that the Millennium cold sword in his hand didn't stay, faster and faster.

Each sword pierces the flaw of the sword spirit!

The sword spirit reacts quickly and can barely parry.

The battle continued.

The sword spirit hasn't answered. It seems that it probably doesn't have wisdom.

The real spirit of demon sword should be Jiujian Yao.

At present, it should be the test set up by Jiu Jianyao.

Before long, Yi Xiaofeng was moved.

Jianling even learned the match sword technique and began to deal with him with the match sword technique.

The two fought each other again.

"Can you even learn match sword?"

Yi Xiaofeng frowned and felt a little flustered.

It's bad for him to fight like this again.

The sword moves of the sword spirit suddenly changed, and a sword came horizontally. The sword Qi exploded, as if the space had been cut open by him.

Yi Xiaofeng carried his sword to resist, but was still hit by the sword and flew out.

The sword spirit then threw the sword in his hand.

Whew——

The sword in his hand turned into a cold light and shot at Yi Xiaofeng. It was unstoppable.

Yi Xiaofeng shows her golden eyes in mid air, shrinks into the air, falls to the ground out of thin air, turns around and kills the sword spirit with a sword.

The sword spirit seemed to have eyes on his back, turned his body and cut it with a backhand sword.

The domineering sword Qi killed him head-on.

Yi Xiaofeng was caught off guard and was blown up.

His sword spirit and spiritual power are not infinite, but his sword spirit is.

Jianling's sword spirit has always maintained the peak strength of Yi Xiaofeng. He can't bear to shoot down Yi Xiaofeng at random.

After falling to the ground, Yi Xiaofeng quickly stood up.

"This is the way of 260 years, okay?"

Yi Xiaofeng scolded secretly. He finally realized how the enemy felt when facing his sword.

As soon as he got up, he couldn't help vomit another mouthful of blood. His legs softened and he knelt down directly.

He used the Millennium cold sword to support his body so that he didn't fall down completely.

Jianling stopped and kept ten feet away from him.

"Is that all you have?"

A cold voice came.

Yi Xiaofeng raised his eyes, and the sword spirit showed a mocking color.

He never felt that he deserved to be beaten in the face.

This is the first time.

Yi Xiaofeng took a deep breath and said, "I can't beat myself. It's not a shame."

The sword spirit shook his head and said, "you can't beat yourself and me. How can you become my master?"

"You are the demon sword?"

"Now I give you a choice, either surrender to me or die."

Hearing Jianling's words, Yi Xiaofeng smiled.

Just a sword and want him to surrender?

Yi Xiaofeng clenched his teeth and stood up again.

He felt that his bones were broken, and there were countless needles running around in his body, which was extremely painful.

The sword spirit smiled and said, "what's the point of dying in such pain and being swallowed by me?"

Yi Xiaofeng's pupils turn golden again.

Gold eyes shrink!

He blinked behind the sword spirit and cut off with his sword.

Jianling quickly jumped away and kicked Yi Xiaofeng out.

Flying tens of meters away, Yi Xiaofeng hit the ground and rolled for several circles before stopping.

Now, he couldn't stand up at all.

"Damn it, at this point, it's going to be planted!"

Yi Xiaofeng's heart is full of discontent and his eyes are full of anger.

He hates not the sword spirit, but himself.

If he were strong enough, he wouldn't be so embarrassed.

If only he were Bai Hongxiao?

If he knows the world sword, can the demon sword not surrender?

World sword

Yi Xiaofeng's pupil shrank suddenly and his heart began to beat faster.

"What is your sword?"

Bai Hongxiao's voice sounded in his ear, as if it came from the depths of his memory.

Yi Xiaofeng fell into deep thought.

What is my sword?

Jianling stopped and did not continue to attack, but looked at him quietly.

Yi Xiaofeng fell into unprecedented confusion.

He never thought about it.

What is his sword?

Is it one of thousands of weapons?

He remembered that Bai Hongxiao once said that the swordsman's sword is the swordsman's heart.

Every swordsman's heart is different, so the sword is also different.

In other words, this question is asking Jianxin!

Yi Xiaofeng couldn't help thinking about what his sword heart was?

The questions left by Bai Hongxiao when he handed down his world sword kept ringing in his ears.

"What is your sword?"

long time.

"My sword is your sword!"

Yi Xiaofeng's eyes were fixed and he replied in a low voice.

"What is my sword?"

"The sword of the world, the sword of the world!"

"You also care about the world?"

"That's right!"

Yi Xiaofeng seemed to roar, and a force appeared in his body.

A figure appeared before his eyes.

This figure is very similar to Bai Hongxiao and is using a set of sword techniques.