The horse under Lu Feng's crotch had fallen over and others had already reached mid-air.

Then the sky suddenly darkened. It was not that the spell time that was opened was over, but that Shan Junxiong had already jumped to a higher place than Lu Feng, and had a flying knife in his hand.

"Good plan."

At this time, Lu Feng couldn't hide, so he sighed.

Shan Junxiong deliberately controlled his jumping height, but it was not far from Lu Feng. At this distance, the flying knife was even more difficult to avoid. Shan Junxiong threw his hands in a row, and the four flying knives actually flew out almost at the same time in four different directions.

The time before reaching Lu Feng was different, one after another.

Lu Feng was in mid-air, and the halberd was not at hand, but he still had a long sword around his waist.

The sword is unsheathed.

The sword had been hit by weapons and sharp claws in the canyon countless times before, and it was already broken.

But it will definitely help itself again.

Lu Feng believed so firmly that he had already set his sword.

The sword in Tang Qian's hand was only left with the hilt. How could the hilt help him again? Tang Qian looked at the broken sword in his hand and sighed.

The old man also said, "It's a pity that the sword has been completely broken. Even if you understand any power of the sword's return to the void level, you can't use it."

Tang Qian was stunned and then said, "What did you just say?"

The old man repeated: "I said even if you..."

Tang Qian interrupted, "I'll say the previous sentence."

The old man was also stunned: "I said the sword has been completely broken, and it cannot be broken anymore. You can't..."

Tang Qian shook his head: "You are wrong."

The old man's stubborn temper also came up: "I said the sword was broken, what's wrong?"

Tang Qian said, "I said the sword has not been broken, so I can still draw the sword."

The old man's temper disappeared again. Tang Qian was not too impatient and went crazy. He didn't like crazy. He had seen a little madman many years ago. She was called Changwen, but a few years ago, and now she was called Huasuwen.

Especially now, if he and a madman were locked in such a small space, he might be crazy too.

Lu Feng felt that Shan Junxiong was a lunatic.

He drew his sword and then shot four flying knives away, but the "bounce" of the flying knives "flying forward" compared to Lu Feng, but in fact, behind Lu Feng was the ground, so the flying knives were hit and "flying upward".

Things thrown into the sky will eventually fall back.

The four flying knives fell back towards Lu Feng at a relatively slow speed—

What’s important is that there is also a Shan Junxiong!

Shan Junxiong returned with another knife. The flying knife was faster and whimpered in the air, as if a deadly ghost was attached to it.

What Lu Feng really cares about is this knife, because the force of the other four handles is just the force of falling and is nothing.

His sword had already taken the initiative and accurately hit the flying knife again.

However, Shan Junxiong's body had fallen, and he pressed a flying knife with his hands, elbows, and both knees, and pressed it down just in time.

Directly pointing to Lu Feng.

This is not the first time that Lu Feng secretly admires in his heart.

This Shan Junxiong's flying knife.

Awesome.

"Even if you are a legendary god or an ascendant immortal, the broken sword is a broken sword." The old man's tone eased slightly, as if he wanted to persuade him.

"But the sword did not break." Tang Qian waved the sword in his hand.

The sword in his hand originally gave the old man the illusion that "it seems to be really a complete sword", but at this time it was completely a broken sword.

This made the old man even more sure that Tang Qian was already infatuated at this time and even had no understanding of the sword.

Tang Qian shook his hand and broke the sword and said, "The so-called sword, the so-called sword immortal, and the realms of having a sword and no sword are actually not suitable for me, so this part is not my way. Although I can do it, it's always a little bit short, right?"

When Tang Qian said this, he stopped talking and pondered.

He has had a lot of experience recently, whether it is Yaguan, Underworld, or Yueyezhou.

Everything seems to be a conclusion in the dark. This road is hidden in his famous moves of swords and swords against the enemy, and also in the first formation map of the underworld. He is a little confused about what this road is.

But it's not kendo.

"It is completely used to use a sword, either sharp or skillful, or the sword is like a dragon, but my sword is not like this, at least not exactly like this. I also like to draw, so is my sword filled with the sword of the Tao or the sword painting?" Tang Qian turned his hand and broke the sword, and several sword flowers followed the tip of the sword-

Why does a broken sword have a sword tip?

The old man rubbed his eyes, and for a moment he really saw that Tang Qian was holding a complete sword.

Then Tang Qian set out his sword.

The sky and earth shook, Tang Qian's robe was windless, and the sword in his hand that should not exist hit the book sword that hit the magic barrier. A stream of black liquid gushed out fiercely from the collision, and the magic barrier suddenly shattered into pieces. Tang Qian took back his sword holding the hand, and the sword was still broken in his hand, with only the hilt.

Fragments of mana barriers float in the air.

The black liquid flowed to the old man's feet.

As dark as ink, or...

The old man twitched his nose and sniffed it.

It's ink.

The old man's mouth was wide open.

This is no longer as simple as comprehension of the power of returning to the void.

The essence of this power should directly point to the realm of returning to the virtual world.

Tang Qian scratched his head, not seeming to feel that he had done something very powerful: "You can go on the road, but you have to find a real sword."

He glanced at the water curtain built by the old man.

"This sword is very good." Shan Junxiong spitted blood, and Lu Feng's sword had already penetrated into his heart, while only one of his four flying knives was inserted into Lu Feng's abdomen.

It won't be fatal, Shan Junxiong felt this way the moment he hit it.

Everything was in a flash.

"You should sigh that this is a good armor." Lu Feng said.

Draw the sword and push Shan Jun away

Lu Feng only felt that his strength was stronger with Xiong's huge body. Shan Junxiong almost doubled his strength.

Shan Junxiong has at least two thousand people.

Lu Feng thought to himself.

The killing of those Henggong fish just now made his strength similar to about two thousand people, so now he has about four thousand people.

Perhaps if you add moves and fighting skills, you can even try the dragon with nearly 10,000 people. Lu Feng thought.

The sword was bent and it was useless. Lu Feng touched the halberd next to him, and there was this one.

At this moment, a figure suddenly stood in front of Lu Feng. The figure seemed to appear suddenly, but it came openly and did not attack. Even when Lu Feng had not come back to his senses, the man said, "Be careful, I'm going to cut it."

Lu Feng was thinking in his heart, how powerful can this person be? He subconsciously held the ellipse and patted with one hand—

boom--

This knife seemed to be not just a knife, but the whole world was smashed.

Lu Feng was unstable and knelt on one knee and looked up to see who this person was.

He was shining all over, with only a knife in his hand, and his hair was unruly and wild.

It's Lu Buwei.

He lifted his hair slightly with his hands without a knife to reveal his eyes.

"What are you thinking? Fighting with someone, don't you just remember to chop hard?"

"The little monk is going to take action, behind General Lu, punched the left waist eye." Another person said, his tone was calm, his body was uncontrollable, but his mouth could still speak.

This voice is more familiar to Lu Feng.

He had already raised one hand and twisted his waist to block it, and happened to see the monk Yisheng punching him.

Lu Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Master is here to take revenge. Lu Feng offended many of them before."

The monk Yisheng had no joy or sorrow on his face, his eyes were unconscious, and he continued to say, "Keep it."

Because Lu Buwei made another knife.

"Please come." Ji Gu limped to Hua Suwen: "Fu Li really got these two."

Hua Suwen didn't care at all: "Fu Li is not worth worrying, but if I want to win, I still lack some soldiers."

Ji Gu was a little strange: "Do you have 30,000 soldiers on hand?"
To be continued...