Lu Fengxian said coldly: "Marquis Yinji Wen died ten years ago, and now the only one who lives is Lu Fengxian."

Lu Feng was a very arrogant person at first.

Bai Xiaosheng arranged the weapons and ranked fifth in the fifth place in the silver halberd. It was a glory to others, but a great shame to him.

Lu Fengxian was not Lu Fengxian, and he did not have the peerless talent to defeat the world with a square painting halberd. He had to find another way and practice a new and powerful martial arts.

Lu Feng raised one hand slowly and his right hand.

The fingers are long, the nails are trimmed very clean, and the skin is smooth and fine.

It looks no different from an ordinary palm. After closer inspection, you can find that the skin tone of the thumb, index finger and middle finger of this hand is different from other places.

Although the skin of these three fingers is also very thin and white, it has a very strange brilliance. It is not like it is made of flesh and blood, but like it is cast from some strange metal.

Lu Fengxian sighed: "Bai Xiaosheng became a monk to avoid disaster, but he couldn't find it. Otherwise, I would like to ask him if my finger is considered a weapon."

Lin Xuan smiled and said, "Those who can kill people are all weapons, but you miscalculated one thing."

"What's up?"

"There are talented people in the world, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years. At that time, your silver halberd could be ranked fifth, but now your three fingers can barely rank in the top ten."

Lin Xuan's words are not provocation, but the truth.

There are many masters emerging in recent years. Even if the Demon Sect and women are excluded, there are Sun Tianji, Shangguan Jinhong, Lin Xuan, Li Xunhuan, Guo Songyang, Bai Tianyu, A Fei and Jing Wuming, the strength of the eight people is to stabilize the weight of Lu Fengxian.

Including the Heart Tree who has untied the knot and realized the great enlightenment, the leader of the Demon Cult, the protector of the Demon Cult, the four heavenly kings, and the four princesses, Lu Fengxian may only be able to enter the top twenty.

Lu Fengxian didn't say anything, his thumb, index finger and middle finger suddenly sank into the stone wall beside him.

After thousands of years of wind and rain, the stone wall becomes solid and smooth. With one knife, it will be a white seal.

Lu Fengxian's finger was not only completely submerged, but also lifted the weight easily, as if it was not a rock, but a piece of tofu.

Lin Xuan sneered and grabbed the rock with one claw. It was the same easy thing to lift the weight easily. The five holes were better than Lu Fengxian's move.

"A weapon is to deal with people, not stones. I am better at catching stones than you."

Huang Shang's martial arts cultivation is really not a big deal. Even now, the authentic Nine Yin Divine Claw of Xuanmen that he modified and perfected is still one of Lin Xuan's strongest martial arts, which is better than trance and vain.

He pulled out his fingers and Lin Xuan bounced it with the flow. A pure yang finger force landed on the small tree beside him, leaving a charred mark.

"I'm better at burning wood than you. If you want to challenge me, it's a little bit worse."

Lu Fengxian's eyes changed from calmness to shock.

How courage does it take to give up the weapon you are best at and practice another martial arts?

After ten years of hard practice, I finally achieved success. I have been a man in the martial arts world for several more decades.

Now one person tells you that your courage and asceticism are meaningless, what a blow it will be.

Lu Fengxian was able to hold back from going crazy, and the qi cultivation skills were already good.

"What you said just now is right. A weapon is to deal with people, not stones, nor wood. I want to see if your claws and fingers can hurt me!"

"You are not qualified to fight with Lin Xuan."

A sound full of energy came from afar, and the sound came, and the person was also here.

It was a swordsman, he was very young, dressed normally, and had a sword stuck between his waist.

Strictly speaking, it really cannot be regarded as a sword. It is just a piece of iron that is more than three feet long. It has neither a sword edge nor a sword thigh, and there is not even a sword hilt. It is only two pieces of cork nailed on it, and it is considered a sword hilt.

A Fei, who else can you like to use this kind of sword besides A Fei?

Due to Lin Xuan's participation, Lin Xian'er was sent to the undercover agent of the Demon Cult and had no time to harm Ah Fei.

After Ah Fei returned the golden silk armor and the love-seeking sword to Lin Xuan, he didn't know where he went, and he only appeared today.

His clothes were still as simple as ever, but his aura was much stronger than before.

It is not the sharpness of showing its sharpness, but the calmness of being in a high position for a long time.

It is obvious that Ah Fei has been doing very well in the past two years. He still practices as a hard work, and he may be able to practice wherever he practices.

Lin Xuan suddenly wanted to see what progress A Fei had made in his martial arts. He moved away and said with a smile: "Please!"

A Fei did not refuse, and Lu Fengxian did not refuse.

A martial arts master who has been living in the martial arts world for many years must have an amazing eye.

After those two moves, he already knew that he was not Lin Xuan's opponent, and he still chose to take action, but it was just the self-esteem of a warrior.

A Fei took the initiative to take the duel and gave him a step. If he refused, it would be too stupid.

What's more, A Fei is also a top expert and a good opponent worth fighting.

There are duels in the world every day, and all kinds of people fight in various ways for different reasons.

But there are only a few places to duel.

Wilderness, forest, graves...

If it is a desperate duel, nine out of ten times will be chosen in such a place - as if the place itself has a "death" atmosphere.

The night is getting deeper and there is fog.

Lu Fengxian was dressed like snow, standing quietly in front of the gray tomb. In the misty night fog, he looked like a messenger from hell, who wanted to bring the message of "death" to the world.

A Fei's sword skills are mainly "stable" and "accurate". After two years of experience, his sword skills are faster, more ruthless, more stable and more accurate.

This is A Fei who has walked out of another road. Without Lin Xian'er's disaster or Li Xunhuan's company, he has walked out of his own path.

The flying swordsman is a flying swordsman and has never been a vassal of others.

Lu Fengxian seemed to have just stood there casually, and every part of his body seemed to be an empty gate, and A Fei's sword seemed to be able to stab anyone anywhere on his body.

But there are too many empty doors, and instead they become no empty doors.

His whole body seemed to have become ethereal.

Suddenly, Ah Fei moved. He used to kill someone as soon as he took action, so he had to be at least 70% sure before he could take action.

Now, Ah Fei took the initiative to take action. This sword was like a meteor passing through the sky, and the broken iron piece revealed the beauty of a comet passing through the night sky.

The thick fog in the mountains and forests was separated by this sword, and the air also made way for this sword.

This sword was too fast, as if the sword edge had just been drawn and had stabbed Lu Fengxian.

This sword is really too stable, and even Lin Xuan cannot find the flaw from the perspective of the bystander.

Those in the authorities are confused, while those onlookers are clear.

But for experts, this is not normal.
Chapter completed!