Those old men didn't pay much attention to Su Feng at first.

But seeing the sword energy on Su Feng's body, it was like seeing a peerless sword appear in front of their eyes, showing off its own edge.

"It turns out that you are also a sword cultivator." A sneer appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth.

But his eyes, which were originally like stagnant microwaves, suddenly became brighter, unable to hide the fighting spirit in him at all, and he slowly stepped forward and walked towards Su Feng.

Although his spine is still slightly curved, his fighting spirit is very strong, and his body has shown a standard fighting posture.

But in an instant, the long sword in the opponent's hand flashed out from the scabbard, and the sword that exuded a heart-stopping aura was firmly held in his hand.

The edge of this sword is very sharp, the blade shows a faint blood color, and there are many gaps on the edge.

It can be seen that this sword has been through many vicissitudes of life.

Especially with the injection of the other party's spiritual power, the entire sword seemed to come alive. Behind him appeared the shadow of a sword fairy with a missing arm and half of his head chopped off.

When Su Feng saw this look, he instantly woke up.

The fundamental reason why the sword cultivator in front of him showed no reaction to the Tianjian Sect was because he had completely lost his memory of the past. It could even be said that he had died once a long time ago.

It's just that I don't know what the Cross Cult did to make this sword cultivator reappear in this world as a living person.

Su Feng stared at the long sword and felt that the Wushuang Nine Swords behind him began to tremble faintly.

This is a kind of absolute respect for the strong, which is why this situation occurs!

Su Feng knew in his heart that the opponent's sword was probably a magical weapon inherited from the Tianjian Sect. The dark red color on it was also the blood of the Sword Immortal that had been stained in the past!

Otherwise, it would never emit such a terrifying and evil aura.

But just when the two sides were about to fight together, Su Feng put away the Wushuang Nine Swords and looked at the other side with a sneer.

"Why did you put the sword away?" the other party asked coldly.

"Because you are not worthy of letting me draw my sword." Su Feng replied slowly with his expression as calm as ever.

You are not worthy of letting me use my sword!

Facing the powerful man from the Sky Sword Sect who was once famous all over the world, Su Feng actually said such a sentence, which shows how confident he is!

But the two elders behind Jian Xiu couldn't help laughing.

In their view, Su Feng was fearless even if he didn't know anything.

The humiliated sword cultivator's face became visibly pale.

A sneer appeared on his lips, and the sharpness in his eyes suddenly turned into strong killing intent.

"Then I'll give it a try and see if my sword is worthy of it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he held the long sword and suddenly rushed towards Su Feng.

There was originally a hundred meters of distance between him and Su Feng.

But at this moment, when he took action, the distance in the middle was like a step away, and he was torn apart in an instant.

This old man's speed has reached its peak, and the people around him can't even keep up with his speed!

too fast!

Anyone else would have been killed by this sword without even having time to react.

Moreover, the opponent took advantage of the speed and poured all his strength into it, exerting a power that was countless times stronger than ordinary attacks!

The aura released from it seemed extremely terrifying.

But when Su Feng faced this sword, his expression remained unmoved.

I saw him gently waving his hands, drawing two circles in front of him, and the extremely sharp sword energy suddenly spurted out from them, striking the cold light with incomparable accuracy!


Chapter completed!