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Chapter 909: Only use swordsmanship to deal with the enemy

 In a competition between two thousand-year-old men, will the reward be three tables of dishes and a bunch of ingredients?

In this case...

"Okay!" Lu Zheng nodded and agreed.

He has eaten the colorful golden pheasant, and it is indeed very delicious, so the white jade suckling sheep and snowy white cattle should also be similar ingredients.

With such a sure win in the competition, Lu Zheng wouldn't mind adding more ingredients to his refrigerator.

Liu Qingyan held up a gust of breeze, leading Mr. Liu, Mrs. Liu and Liu Qingquan to stay where they were, while Lu Zheng moved forward alone, approaching Yue Yifeng.

But halfway through, Lu Zheng couldn't help but glance at a mountain peak on the left, and then saw a monk playing chess under an old pine tree at the top of the mountain.

"Huh?" Lu Zheng paused.

Yue Yifeng also followed Lu Zheng's gaze and glanced sideways here, and said calmly, "They are the Taoist priests from Yuanshan Temple and the monks from Fawang Temple. I was waiting for you here yesterday, so they followed here."

Lu Zheng raised his eyebrows and understood instantly.

Yue Yifeng, a master of Moon Shadow White Wolf, suddenly appeared with his wife in a grand manner not far from the junction of Beiyu and Dajing.

It doesn't look like he's leading the Northern Territory tribes to attack the Great Scenery, nor does he look like he's going on a low-key trip to the Great Scenery.

This aroused the vigilance of the two major forces of Huoshan Taoism, Buddhism and Taoism, and two masters came to see what Yue Yifeng wanted to do.

Lu Zheng didn't know if Yue Yifeng told them his purpose, but thinking about it, these two might not believe him even if he told them.

So they simply stayed the same in response to the ever-changing situation and played chess not far away from Yue Yifeng to watch the subsequent development of the situation.



The fact was just as Lu Zheng guessed.

Master Miaoyi of Yuanshan Temple and Zen Master Chihuan of Fawang Temple were paying attention to Yue Yifeng while playing chess, and then they saw a man appear with a family of Tushan Tianhu.

The conversation that happened next made the two of them look at each other in confusion.

"Yue Yifeng just wants a meal?"

"Extraordinary people do extraordinary things. Maybe there is something special about the food this person makes?"

"The cultivation level is not weak, the aura is not visible, and it is difficult to tell whether he is a human or a monster."

"My swordsmanship is extraordinary and I can compete with Yue Yifeng."

"He is a friend of the Tushan clan. He came to Dajing again. He must be a human being."

"She must have been in love with that fox girl, but she didn't expect that the fox girl would drag her family with him?"

"You are so young, but you don't know which sword sect you are a genius disciple of."

"We can't let him die here."

"There is no need for us to take action. Yueying White Wolf and the Tushan Sky Fox clan are not mortal enemies. Yue Yifeng does not dare to kill anyone."

The monks finally put away their acting skills and turned to look this way.



After nodding to Master Miaoyi and Zen Master Chi Huan, Lu Zheng saw Yue Yifeng rising into the air, whipping up a strong wind and rushing toward him. He reached out and grabbed a full moon crescent in the middle of the way.

The knife was swung towards him.

A spiritual force locked onto him, and then a three-foot-long sword energy seemed to cross the space and arrive in the blink of an eye.

You want to see my swordsmanship, okay? Then I won’t bully you, I’ll just challenge you with my swordsmanship.

Lu Zheng pointed with his sword, and a silver-feathered Qingxia sword suddenly flew out from the mouth of the gourd. The silver light circulated and the Qingxia was lingering. With a flick of his finger, he clicked on the sword energy, and gently smashed the sword energy into pieces.

The light scatters.

The next moment, the silver-feathered Qingxia Sword continued its momentum and shot directly at Yue Yifeng.

"good!"

Yue Yifeng gave a soft drink and advanced instead of retreating. Holding the full moon scimitar in his hand, he waved it against the silver feather Qingxia sword.

"bite!"

With a soft sound, the Silver Feather Qingxia Sword was swung away, and then Yue Yifeng's figure turned into a black shadow, approaching Lu Zheng as the strong wind rushed forward.

Yue Yifeng was extremely fast, not inferior to a flying sword. Although the silver-feathered Qingxia sword flew back, it was obviously unable to get back before he could get close to Lu Zheng. However, Lu Zheng's sword energy alone was clearly unable to stop Yue Yifeng's true strength.

Come in person.

The eyes of Master Miaoyi and Zen Master Chi Huan were fixed, ready to take action at any time.

"Young people don't have enough experience."

"Retreat quickly, don't let him get close to you!"

As soon as the Silver Feather Qingxia Sword came out, the two of them understood that Lu Zheng was a master of flying swords, but he was afraid that his close-quarters ability was not strong.

"The Book of Feiyu Chengxia and Sword Controlling, is he from Feiyu Mountain?"

However, the next moment, Lu Zheng did not retreat, but pointed his sword again.

"Whoosh!"

Another silver-feathered Qingxia sword flew out from the gourd at his waist.

"Two swords?"

Yue Yifeng's pupils shrank suddenly, shrinking to the size of a needle tip. He turned to one side and held the scimitar in front of him.

"bite!"

With a soft sound, the Silver Feather Qingxia Sword hit the side of the scimitar, causing Yue Yifeng to freeze.

The next moment, the first Silver Feather Qingxia Sword came back from behind.

"good!"

Yue Yifeng praised him and swung the full moon scimitar as fast as lightning. The sword energy was so powerful that even two flying swords could not get close to him.

Lu Zheng manipulated his two swords and used the "Fei Yu Cheng Xia Yu Sword Sutra". He was not too close to Yue Yifeng and had a sword duel with him.

The full moon scimitar danced out a ball of silver light, protecting Yue Yifeng. The sword energy filled the air and seemed to split the space within tens of feet around it. Even the silver-feathered Qingxia sword could not get close.

However, the two silver-feathered Qingxia Swords were like two sacred eagles. The cyan glow spread out, bridging the space full of sword energy. They shuttled back and forth in the space, looking for Yue Yifeng's flaw.

The swords clashed from time to time, and a soft cry resounded throughout the world, with an endless sound.



"Good sword skills! Good sword skills!"

"Yue Yifeng is worthy of being the next leader of the Yueying White Wolf Clan. His sword skills surpass those of many old wolves."

"This young man is also very powerful. He is extremely proficient in the "Fei Yu Cheng Xia Yu Sword Sutra" and does not fall behind in the slightest."



It has to be said that Yue Yifeng is indeed deeply immersed in swordsmanship. Even if Lu Zheng added a lot of luck to his swordsmanship, he could only compete with swordsmanship without fighting for cultivation.

Equally equal to him.

The two of them fought for a moment. Yue Yifeng's eyes flashed, and the scimitar in his hand shook. The next moment, the shadows of two swords flew out from the scimitar in his hand, and he blocked the two flying swords, and then he himself flashed.

, getting close to Lu Zheng again.

Yue Yifeng actually became familiar with Lu Zheng's sword style in a very short period of time, and used his magic sword shadow to entangle two flying swords in a short time.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Yue Yifeng's voice rang in Lu Zheng's ears.

"Thank you for the compliment!"

Lu Zheng smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and slapped the gourd. A white cloud sword that had been captured and re-sacrificially appeared in his hand. He stabbed out eighteen swords in an instant, bringing out white cloud sword energy one after another.

White clouds swayed out of the blue clouds, unexpectedly surrounding Yue Yifeng.

"White Cloud Swordsmanship?"

"Baiyun Temple?"

Master Miaoyi and Zen Master Chihuan looked at each other.
Chapter completed!
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