"Wind sword."
"Holy instrument."
"Ha ha, it's a little interesting."
Chonglou said with a smile.
Chonglou is not condensing elements.
A long sword appeared in his hand.
Element array people, Chonglou can compete with Ji Feng, and even break his wind sword.
It's just that.
Chonglou is a little itchy.
This is half a year.
Chonglou is not idle.
I have been feeling the sword worship of the ancient sage.
Chonglou has made many breakthroughs in the control of fast and slow kendo.
Now face Ji Feng, a Kendo expert.
Chonglou wants to have a good try.
Let's have a competition.
"My sword."
"It's called black wind sword."
"Ancient sword with dark and wind attributes."
"It's a broken holy weapon."
"Compared with your wind sword, it's almost the same."
"Learn your sword skill."
The long sword of the tower of Paris points straight at me.
On this black wind sword, the two forces of darkness and wind element are intertwined and surrounded, which is somewhat dark and strange, and has already become the fierceness of wind element.
Ji Feng saw the double tower sacrifice this black wind sword.
I can't help frowning.
"You are a spiritual master."
"Don't build a good array."
"I want to compete with you."
"I don't know if you're stupid or if you're too confident."
"Element array people or array big array can keep you alive with one sword."
"You have a chance to regret it."
"If you compare sword skills with me."
"Don't regret it if I cut it off."
"You're dead."
"The women around you are very attractive."
Ji Feng said with a sneer.
"Ji Feng."
"I thought you were a master of kendo. You're a bit of a master."
"But you threaten me with my woman."
"It makes me feel inferior to you."
Chonglou light said.
"I'm not threatening you."
"Just a reminder."
"Do you really think your swordsmanship is my opponent?"
"It's nothing to insult yourself."
"It's hard to say if you lose your life directly."
"You can build an array."
"Let me crack it."
"If you want to meet me first."
"Compare your swordsmanship with me."
"I'm afraid you think too much."
Ji Feng has a cold voice.
"Is it?"
"In that case, let's do it."
Chonglou light said.
"Dark sword formula."
I'm too lazy to talk nonsense.
It's a dark sword Qi. It cuts directly at Ji Feng.
"A little bit."
"Unfortunately, it's only the eighth level."
"You can't hurt me without understanding the meaning of the saint's sword."
The dark sword Qi of Chonglou is directly cracked by Ji Feng's sword.
Chifeng is a raging wind sword.
The dark air dissipated immediately.
"What is the meaning of the saint's sword?"
Chonglou smiles.
The first sword of Chonglou, naturally, is to have a try. Where is Ji Feng's strength.
The intention of the eighth class sword is just a trial.
Ji Feng has said that he needs to understand the meaning of the saint's sword.
Of course, Chonglou has to play with Ji Feng.
"The ultimate sword."
On the black wind sword of Paris.
There is a sudden change in the power of the dark and wind elements.
The power of wind is much stronger than that of darkness.
And the next moment.
A fast to the extreme sword, cut directly from the black wind sword of Chonglou.
It's a sword.
Ji Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.
There was a trace of fear in his eyes.
This is the breath of the sword of the saint.
Ji Feng thought that Chonglou was just a holy spirit teacher.
I didn't care too much about the strength of Chonglou.
But after the sword of Chonglou was cut out.
Ji Feng is a little sorry.
He was careless and despised Chonglou.