Chapter 1511

On the platform of asking sword was a male disciple with eight eyebrows. His eyes were sharp and hard to be seen. Where his eyes could reach, the air separated silently to both sides.

"It's Mr. Feng Qing."

Yuankong looks at the disciple of the eight character eyebrow and puts down his raised right foot.

The fire cloud sword master reached out his hand and stroked his beard, and a smile appeared on his face

Like yuankong, Feng Qing is a disciple of huoyunfeng. His accomplishments are comparable to yuankong's. although the realm of sword artistic conception is not comparable to yuankong's, it has also been promoted to dachengjing not long ago. The strength of the silver sword in the younger generation belongs to the middle level, which is not comparable to the two disciples of yuhuafeng.

Turning around, the master of huoyun sword smiled at the master of feather sword behind him and said, "master of feather sword, you can watch a good play."

The leader of the feathered sword, Demi, wrinkled slightly and said without expression: "I'm afraid Things won't go as well as you think. "

The fire cloud sword master laughs: "my fire cloud peak disciples are all experienced in all kinds of battles. To defeat such a secular swordsman, they can be captured easily."

The master of the feather sword looks slightly cold. The other side's saying is that her disciples of the feather peak are not as good as those of the fire cloud peak.

"I'll see."

The leader of feathered sword hummed and looked at the sword platform.

As the sword tomb hundred sword master, she naturally hoped that the sword tomb disciples could win, but at this moment, her heart more hoped that Luo Feng could defeat Feng Qing, so as to extinguish the prestige of the fire cloud sword master.

On the sword platform, the figure of the disciple of the eight character eyebrow sword tomb was straight, his fierce eyes fell on Luo Feng, and he said:

"your strength is good. But when you meet me, Feng Qing, your victory is over. "

Luo Feng smiled bitterly at the bottom of his heart. The disciples of the sword tomb had eyes on their heads. They were more arrogant than each other.

But this is also normal. In the sword tomb, even the silver sword emissary, the realm of sword meaning is very good. It is a resounding sword genius in the secular world. What's more, sword is the king's weapon. Now Zhenwu mainland regards Kendo as its honor. As a swordsman, he will be more or less proud of himself.

Glancing at Feng Qing, Luo Feng said lightly: "it's no use saying more, let's fight!"

"Lose!"

Feng Qing was obviously not a talkative man. His eyes were shining and he stepped out step by step. In the middle of the way, the Silver Feather sword clanged out of its sheath. Zhenyuan was surging. The blood and red flames were burning on the sword, and one sword stabbed Luo Feng.

After seeing the two confrontations, Feng Qing dare not underestimate Luo Feng too much. When he takes a shot, he pushes his sword to the limit. When one sword comes out, the flames are so fierce that he seems to devour Luo Feng completely.

"Xia Lei falls into the sky!"

Clang!

Emperor Yan's sky breaking Sabre instantly goes out of its sheath, and Luo Feng's eyes are exposed. It's 80% of the general trend into the blade. One sabre, with the momentum of thunder, splits out and faces the flame sword gang.

The Xialei meteorite, which has 80% of the general trend, is extremely powerful. Under the blade, the wind is surging and the thunder is crisscrossing. It is like a flash of lightning.

Boom!

The flame sword Gang collided with the blade. The whole sword platform seemed to have an earthquake. It was shaking violently. The terrible shock wave was mixed with the flame. It exploded violently and radiated everywhere. It hit the surrounding blue light curtain and made light ripples.

Brush! Brush!

In the chaos of Qi, the two figures retreat at the same time.

Luo Feng retreated more than ten steps, while Feng Qing still couldn't keep his body shape after retreating hundreds of steps, so he made a decision.

In vain, there was a sound of inspiratory sound around. All the disciples of the sword tomb stared at all these things. The sword meant great success. Feng Qing, who was among the silver sword envoys, was in the middle of the water. When he first fought with Luo Feng, he fell into the absolute downwind.

"It's impossible! This kid's general situation is clearly only 80% of the state. How can he be so powerful! "

The master of huoyun sword stood up from his seat fiercely. His eyes were round and his face was red.

Feng Qing is his disciple of Huo Yunfeng. He is very clear about the strength of the other side. Although Feng Qing's sword meaning is not very stable soon, and his quality is far from the original meaning of Huo Lian sword, it's the meaning of Dacheng sword anyway!

It seems that there is only one level gap between the meaning of 80% sword and that of Dacheng sword, but the gap of this level is quite different. If we have to make a metaphor, then 80% of the sword means a blunt sword, and Dacheng means a sword that has opened its front. They can't speak in the same breath.

Because of this, seeing Feng Qing challenge Luo Feng on stage, he immediately determined that Feng Qing would win the battle!

But now, he can't understand the situation.

Luo Feng, a swordsman who has not yet achieved great success, has even gained the upper hand in the face of Feng Qing, who has achieved great success in swordsmanship.

This is ridiculous! Ridiculous!

"Lord huoyun sword, don't you say that your disciples of huoyun peak have experienced many battles and can capture Luofeng easily?" The leader of feather sword takes back his eyes from Luo Feng and smiles gently.

"Hum! The duel has just begun! "

The fire cloud sword master's face sank, and he swung his sleeve and sat down.

At the moment, most of the sword master's eyes are focused on Luo Feng and his face is solemn.

Feeling the surrounding atmosphere, holy sword makes mu Qingxue smile.

"Take me another move, and the spring breeze will be happy!"

Brush!

When Feng Qing was defeated by one knife, Luo Feng's figure rose to the sky and swept up to the sky. Taking advantage of the other's unstable body shape, Emperor Yan broke the sky knife and came out. It turned into a fire whirlwind and flew out unstoppable.

"How could he be so terrible if he didn't achieve great success!"

Feng Qing was shocked. As soon as he looked up, he saw a flash of fire in front of him. He was scared to death. He hurriedly urged Zhen Yuan to hold up his sword.

When the sound, Feng Qing is hit again and flies out, his body shape is staggering.

Brush!

In the eyes of all the people, the Emperor Yan sky breaking sabre, which had been flying by the avalanche, revolved half a circle, as if he had his own consciousness, and beheaded Feng Qing again.

After a series of attacks, Feng Qing was at a loss. He could only use his sword to cut a layer of sword Qi wall around him and defend himself.

Tinkling

The crispy sound was heard all the time. In a twinkling of an eye, the Emperor Yan sky breaking Sabre hit the curtain of the sword for more than ten times. Every time it hit, there were countless sparks bursting out, which were full of Qi and energy.

Feng Qing is tired of defending and trying to find opportunities to solve the current dilemma.

As long as he can get out of trouble, he may not be able to pull back.

Luofeng obviously didn't want to give him the chance.

Bear!

In the middle of the sky, the golden flame on Luofeng rose to the sky and filled the sky. It was the king's step of burning the sky that had just been used.

Boom boom boom

Lock the space where Feng Qing is, Luo Feng steps down, dun time, the whole sword platform, surging winds and clouds, golden flames, the air explodes layer by layer, you can see layers of waves like ripples centered on Luo Feng, spread out, extremely shocked.

Before the attack, Feng Qing's whole body is full of vigorous Qi, which has begun to twist. His body is inch low, and his swords are showing a shocking arc, which seems to break at any time.

Brush!

All of a sudden, the golden flame disappeared and everything was calm. Luo Feng's figure flashed and floated gently, falling 30 steps opposite Feng Qing.

Catch the Emperor Yan breaking heaven Dao flying back and look up to Feng Qing.

"Is it going to be more?"

Feng Qing took a surprised look at Luo Feng, then he spit out a mouthful of turbid qi and made a sword salute to Luo Feng with his fist. "Thank you for your mercy, I lost."

He had no doubt that if Luo Feng had just taken that step, he would have been seriously injured. There was no second possibility.

"Luofeng wins."

The master of Xingyun sword woke up from a slight loss of consciousness, opened his mouth to announce the result, and stared at Luofeng with beautiful eyes, as if to see something from him.

Three wins in a row!

Thousands of people were present, but there was no sound at the moment. Many sword tomb disciples were stunned.

In the first two contests, people have realized that Luofeng is not an ordinary expert, but that's all. On the sword platform, he has the same accomplishments with both sides of the battle, and the winner is his personal skills and other basic cards. The general trend is only about 80% of Luofeng. In the face of Fengqing, who is willing to be a great swordsman, he is definitely at a disadvantage.

But in fact, it was unexpected that Feng Qing and the two silver sword disciples in front of him were still defeated. What's more, the other side didn't support three moves in Luo Feng's hands.

For a while, many sword tomb disciples changed their eyes when they saw Luo Feng. Some of the swordsmen here are also talking in a low voice.

"Luofeng is a little different. Fire cloud sword master, do you think so

The master of the feather sword set his mind and smiled at the master of the fire cloud sword.

Chum!

The fire cloud sword's main corner of the eye twitches fiercely, and the chalcedony teacup in his hand is pinched to pieces.

He just praised Haikou to the leader of the feathered sword. Feng Qing defeated Luo Feng. He was captured easily. Now he is undoubtedly fighting himself.

"Yuankong, go!"

The fire cloud sword master sank.

In fact, there was no need for his urging at all, because at the moment when Feng Qing conceded, yuankong could not help climbing onto the platform of asking sword.