Then, Li Qiushui's right hand slowly pressed on the long sword.

A ray of chilling autumn air appeared out of thin air all around, and within a radius of three feet with Li Qiushui as the center, the air also became slightly moist.

It was as if countless tiny water droplets had condensed in one time.

A faint ray of sword energy came out from the scabbard, and then countless terrifying sword energy separated from it, as if the light rain suddenly changed, and in an instant it was a heavy rain!

Countless sword energies roared and gradually surged.

The air under Shenzi Peak seemed to be ignited by the sword energy all over the sky, emitting countless "chichi" screams.

At the moment when the sword energy was generated, the more than thirty inner disciples standing around Li Qiushui who came to watch changed their expressions and retreated.

His face turned pale until he was dozens of feet away, looking at Li Qiushui in shock.

The direct disciples stood there, but they also used their Yuan Power to form a layer of protection outside their bodies, looking at Li Qiushui in surprise.

"This sword style is called Qiu Shui."

Li Qiushui said solemnly.

Then, the white robe on his body instantly turned as black as ink from his arms until it spread all over his body, and the black robe instantly swelled.

With every step he took forward, the surrounding sword energy storm extended three feet forward.

At the moment when the sword power exploded, countless fine sword energy whizzed around Li Qiu Shui, and its range was exactly three feet, three feet and three feet.

Within this three-foot-three-foot-three area, the frenzy of sword energy was like a rolling black river, with turbulent waves crashing on the shore. Countless sword energy roared towards Xu Feng like a heavy rain in early autumn.

However, wherever the sword energy passed, the grass and trees did not move at all, and the earth was safe and sound.

This is evident from this the power of Li Qiu Shui's control!

When the autumn water arrives, hundreds of rivers fill the river.

This sword, with this meaning, is like a violent mountain torrent!

Seeing this sword, Qingdan immediately opened his mouth wide, his delicate body trembled slightly, his face instantly turned pale and bloodless, and his eyes gradually became filled with traces of distressed bloodshot, and were gradually filled with water mist.

What Xu Feng said turned out to be true.

How did he hold on until now?

However, Xu Feng still walked forward with a normal expression, and even when he walked into the frenzy of sword energy in the sky, his steps did not stop at all.

Countless sword energy bombarded his body, but it was instantly shattered like an egg striking a stone.

If the sword energy in the sky is like a powerful wave, then Xu Feng is like a rock standing firm. The sword energy in the sky cannot shake him in the slightest.

This scene once again shocked the surrounding disciples watching the battle, including the direct disciples.

Because they did not feel the slightest fluctuation of Yuan Power from Xu Feng, that is to say, Xu Feng relied on his body's own defense to ignore the sword energy!

As for the clothes on Xu Feng's body, they were originally the robes specially prepared by the sect for the Son of God. They could withstand the attacks of powerful Taoists without being damaged, but they could not remove even a single bit of strength.

Its defensive capabilities are not even as good as a red-level magic weapon, but it is a symbol of the noble status of the Son of God.

Walking to Li Qiushui at the same speed, Xu Feng passed him by.

"When can I condense this sword power to one foot, and then practice it to three feet three feet three, I should be able to take the initiative to resist it once."

Afterwards, Xu Feng walked towards the scene of the inner sect competition without stopping, as if the sword energy that filled the sky just now was just a breeze to him.

"What are you still doing? Let's go."

Xu Feng stopped for the first time just to call Qing Dan who was still in a daze.

There was sudden silence at the foot of Shenzi Peak.

The disciples watched Xu Feng leave enthusiastically, and then fired away one after another to digest the feelings in their hearts when they saw that scene just now.

"Strong, simply too strong."

Li Qiushui's arms were trembling slightly, and his face was full of admiration and shock.

He knew very well that he had used all his strength with the sword strike just now, and even his arm had lost consciousness now.

But he still couldn't even stop Xu Feng's footsteps.

"What's the matter with you?"

Suddenly, a slightly distressed and gentle voice sounded behind Li Qiushui. He took a deep breath to calm down the turmoil in his heart.

"I was unhappy because I couldn't draw the sword. My senior brother must have understood that, so he didn't punish me."

Li Qiu Shui turned around and looked at the person who came with tenderness. She was dressed in purple clothes and looked like an immortal descending from heaven. It was not the kind of beauty that should be found in the human world.

Bei Gongwan sighed lightly: "I am the one who caused you trouble."

The black robe on Li Qiushui gradually returned to white, with a smile on his face: "It doesn't matter, I will go to the devil's side tomorrow to show my self-punishment."

Bei Gongwan's eyes trembled and he said urgently: "Are you going to the devil's side?!"

Li Qiu Shui gently exhaled a breath of turbid air and said in a cold voice: "There are thousands of wars in Demon's Edge, and the sword in the box rings day and night. Senior Brother Shenzi once said, why doesn't my husband take Wu Gou and collect the fifty states in Demon's Edge?"

"How can I, Li Qiushui, be willing to be second to others?"

"I heard that the demon general Wushi broke through the mountain pass of my demon border, killed three hundred of our human monks, and then fled towards the hinterland of the demon clan."

Li Qiushui looked at Bei Gongwan, smiled slightly, and left generously with a feeling of autumn in the sky.

"I want to learn from the ancients, and my sword and bow are covered with heavy snow!"

On this day, the great disciple of the Tianxuan inner sect, the sword-mad Li Qiu Shui, went deep into the Demon's Edge and killed five hundred demons. After pursuing him for 50,000 miles, there was no trace of him again.

At this time, everyone in Xuanjie didn't know about this yet.

Because, to be precise, it hasn't happened yet.

Xu Feng, who was sitting at the head of the spectator seats at Tianxuan Sect's Hundred Refining Battlefield, was quietly watching the heated discussion among the inner disciples in the field, but his eyes were indifferent, as if his mind was not here at all.

Qingdan was sitting next to Xu Feng.

They are currently on a huge viewing platform on the northernmost side of the Bailian battlefield. The viewing platform is a hundred feet long and wide.

There are three levels of stone steps here.

The first floor, the bottom floor, was filled with three hundred direct disciples, all sitting cross-legged.

On the second level are three war hall elders, each of whom has a strong aura and profound cultivation.

On the third floor, there are only three people.

Xu Feng, Qing Dan, and a mysterious black shadow.

And Xu Feng was the only one with a seat.

Qingdan just sat on the armrest of his stone chair and looked at Xu Feng worriedly.

As soon as noon passed, the entire Tianxuan Sect suddenly became lively.

The three bells ring, indicating that the competition has entered the final countdown stage.

After three sounds, Tianxuan Sect's annual Tianxuan Competition began.

This competition will determine the resource distribution and ranking of each disciple in the next year, and everyone is watching eagerly.

Being the first one means more cultivation resources!

This is the largest and fairest competition within the sect.

The first day, the inner sect battle.

The 30,000 inner disciples who filled the place were all waiting solemnly, concentrating on preparing for their own battle.

At this moment, inside the huge battlefield.

The two figures were violently colliding together, announcing the official start of the Tianxuan Competition.

"Do you know? Once Li Qiushui leaves, I'm afraid he will never come back."

Xu Feng suddenly said this, which made Qingdan immediately startled and hurriedly approached and asked: "Why?"

Xu Feng said lightly: "He chased the demon general Wushi too deeply. It was a trap set by the demons, and besides the demons, there are other things there."

Qingdan squinted his eyes with a chill on his face: "Are they the guys who are chasing you?"

Xu Feng closed his eyes gently: "That's right."

"You were unwilling to tell me after you came back. What exactly did you encounter in the Demon's Edge? Why did you disobey orders and go 90,000 miles into the Demon's Edge?"

Qingdan grabbed Xu Feng's shoulders and said worriedly.

Xu Feng's whole body shook slightly, and then he murmured softly: "Is the heaven of Xuanjie the heaven of human race? In order to find out this matter, they all died."
Chapter completed!