"Rareless! Junior, you dare to be arrogant!"

Just when Li Busheng, Wang Lina and Wei Zhiya joined forces and were suppressed by Yao Ruoyu's sword, a roar filled with true energy suddenly sounded at the foot of the mountain. This roar was really like a thunderstorm, which made the huge mountain top shaking. If everyone present was not a master, most of them would have fallen unsteadily.

"Who?" Feeling the strength of the visitor, everyone changed their color slightly and subconsciously stopped. After a moment, two figures came up from the bottom of the mountain, which were Huang Xinyuan and Liu Jiaer from Dafeng Cizhai.

Huang Xinyuan's face was a little pale. It was obviously because she had consumed too much when she fought with Zhen Jin before. After she came up, she swept the mountain top and took Liu Jiaerxun to Cui Qiaoxin's side and said solemnly: "The person who came is Lang Feng from Dawan City."

"Lang Feng?" Cui Qiaoxin was slightly stunned when she heard this, and Su Jing frowned and said, "I haven't heard of it before, who is it?"

"It's the deacon of Dawan City," Huang Xinyuan adjusted her breathing and explained, "According to information, this person is at the ninth level of the fifth realm..."

Before he finished speaking, Chan Bupo had already exclaimed: "The Ninth Level of the Fifth Realm? How could he get in?"

"Unless you abolish your own cultivation, forcibly break the foundation, and descend to the fourth realm." Zou Buyi thought for a moment and frowned.

When everyone heard this, they were stunned. From the fifth level of the nine level to the fourth level, could this Lang Feng be deprived?

Yao Ruoyu is one of the few people who have realized something in a group. If he guessed correctly, this person is probably coming for him.

Before they could finish the discussion, another figure jumped out of the mountain road below, but it was not that Lang Feng, but Cui Jianshen from Fengxue Shenshan.

This guy was also in an extremely embarrassed manner. His white robe was damaged in many places. As soon as he came up, he rolled and crawled to Cui Qiaoxin's side. After gasping for a few times, he cursed: "Damn, is this guy stupid? He actually broke his foundation and would rather reduce his skills to the fourth level than come in. Fortunately, he reduced his cultivation level, otherwise I would not be able to escape..."

Before he could finish speaking, an unparalleled sword intent suddenly rushed out of the mountain road below, and kept rushing towards the mountain top like a storm. Even Yao Ruoyu, who was blessed with the sword soul, was caught off guard and staggered half a step.

After the sword intent completely filled the mountain, two figures came up one after another. The latter was real gold, but this guy looked gray and looked listless. It was obvious that he had just been dealt with by Huang Xinyuan. As for the former, he was a middle-aged strong man in his fifties, with sunken eyes, thin nose and lips, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Lang Ren.

Squinted his eyes, the man slowly glanced at the people on the top of the mountain, and then suddenly looked at Yao Ruoyu. The next moment, the vast sword intent that spread throughout the audience suddenly condensed, and it actually sublimated at this moment. For a sword soul full of trance, he rushed towards Yao Ruoyu without any worries.

Releasing the sword soul to resist it, Yao Ruoyu narrowed his eyes and frowned and said, "Lang Feng?"

"It's Lang," said a sneer. Lang Feng waved his hand to signal Zhen Jin to go aside, then stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Lang Ren is my husband's nephew. If you dare to kill him, even if I lower my cultivation level, I will come in and capture you personally, so that you can feel the pain of Lingchi that Lang Ren has experienced!"

This Lang Feng was the one who had tried to save Lang Ren before. However, with Yao Ruoyu and Xue Feng's stopping, he could only watch Lang Ren die tragically. In a hurry, he did not hesitate to break his foundation and lower his cultivation to the fourth level and fifth level. Then he paid a considerable price to make the other six holy lands agree to come in.

Before Lang Ren came in, he was at the ninth level of the fifth level. Although he was fifty-four years old, he had almost no hope of breaking into the sixth level in his life, but after all, he had been in the ninth level of the fifth level of the fifth level and had a deep foundation, and he had slightly understood the mystery of the sword soul realm. This time he entered the cave in order to capture Yao Ruoyu with his own hands and let him feel the pain of Lingchi that Lang Ren had experienced before his death.

Seeing Lang Feng Chuyi appear, he blocked Yao Ruoyu with his sword soul. Wang Lina and Wei Zhiya glanced at each other and raised their weapons at the same time. The meaning of martial arts exploded in an instant, and they jumped to the opposite side first.

"Be careful!" Su Jing, who was already prepared, shouted loudly, and the vast fist intention suddenly gathered and condensed. The moment the lion roar exploded, she had already swung her punch. As soon as the fist strength condensed, it had transformed into a giant lion with a beard, roaring and pounced on Wang Lina who was rushing in front.

Clang! Wang Lina held the sword in her hand without showing any weakness, and the blood-drinking sword intent was rushing everywhere with the powerful blood-colored sword force, colliding hard with the giant lion fist force.

Cui Qiaoxin and Wei Zhiya were also in the same match. The two of them ranked seventh in the list of the Golden Graphic List and ninth in the list of the Golden Graphic List. The ice-type martial arts that were not very different in strength and both practiced were so that they had just fought, and the radius of twenty feet was covered by frost and snow. Only the sword energy and arrow light flashed from time to time, revealing a fierce murderous aura.

Mo Shu and Huang Xinyuan joined forces to fight against Li Busheng. After all, Mo Shu was young. Huang Xinyuan had just had a big battle with the real gold. The two joined forces to barely block Li Busheng, who had a sword soul.

Fortunately, there are no other masters here in Jin Meng. The True Vajra had just been completely suppressed by Huang Xinyuan's [Taichong Leiyin Sword] and was chopped up several times. If it weren't for the secret treasure given by the master, he would have died a few times, so he was the weakest among the crowd at this moment.

While everyone was fighting, Yao Ruoyu and Lang Feng were still confronting each other. The majestic sword soul and sword soul kept colliding together, sometimes twisting and sometimes stirring, constantly shattering the surrounding ground, and then the dust was squeezed and rejected by the martial arts soul, turning into dust and scattering.

Staring at Lang Feng, Yao Ruoyu's face was extremely solemn. If there were no spiritual formations that suppressed his cultivation, he would naturally not be afraid of the other party. However, now both sides' cultivation is limited to the fourth level of the fourth level, and the other party is an old fifth-level master. He also comprehended the martial soul realm, so he really doesn't have an advantage.

Although he thought so in his heart, Yao Ruoyu had no fluctuations in his heart. One is the role of "Bing Xin Jue", and the other is that he has experienced fierce battles in life and death many times since his time travel, which has long helped him develop a calm mind.

After thinking for a moment, Yao Ruoyu slowly held the hilt of Zhanhu's sword with his right hand, immersed the sword soul into the sword edge bit by bit, and slowly stimulated the sword energy contained in the magic sword. When the sword soul was completely united with the sword edge, he seemed to have an illusion, as if the sword turned into a part of his body, not just an external object like before, but had truly reached the realm of using an arm to finger.

The man and sword are united!

Under threat from the sword soul, Yao Ruoyu reached the state that was always difficult to seek for the first time. As Zhanhu merged with his own mind, the sword soul around him rose again, faintly condensed a little, and retreated Lang Feng's sword soul several inches.

When Yao Ruoyu felt that he had strengthened his strength in the face of the battle, Lang Feng sneered without fear, his mind and spirit were also condensed, and the sword soul around him was also stimulated and slowly strengthened several points, and it became equal to the sword soul again.

Seeing this, Yao Ruoyu was not alarmed or anxious, and adjusted his breathing slightly. Then the light in his waist suddenly burst out, and the scabbard made of the shark skin suddenly shattered. The moment Zhanhu revealed, the sword soul that had been suppressed in the sword edge had suddenly exploded, and it merged with the sword soul that had been filled with the previous one, turning into a storm and rushing forward.

When Yao Ruoyu suddenly exploded, Lang Feng couldn't help but take a step back half a step. In this moment, Yao Ruoyu's figure flashed suddenly, and the already transformed true energy spread throughout his body. With a flow, he increased his energy to the peak. With one step, he had already swept out more than twenty feet. Zhanhu slashed from the bottom to the top, and the frost and cold power and the black tide of destruction were twisted and intertwined, turning into a majestic spiral sword force to slash at Lang Feng.

The spiral sword force just emerged, and it had already expanded in the wind, the cold force was magnificent, and the black tide was twisted and stirred. The two were constantly twisted and entangled under the constraints of the sword soul, and continued to expand under the centrifugal force. Only more than twenty feet away, it had turned into a surging craze sweeping the world.

When he turned his wrist, Lang Feng unsheathed the knife with his knife. The long-accumulated knife force was dragged forward with the blade, and then suddenly cut it out when he was provoked. In an instant, it turned into a sword force like a lonely peak and rose up flat on the ground, shaking the stormy spiral sword force head-on.

Boom! The stormy sword force and the lonely peak-like sword force collapsed at the same time when they collided. However, before the two had disintegrated, the qi splashed out dispersed, Lang Feng and Yao Ruoyu twisted upwards at the same time, and crashed into the strong wind of the qi. The sword force and sword light flashed one after another, and they fought directly close to each other.

As soon as he met, Lang Feng flipped his wrist and pressed it downward. The surface of the natal weapon Dream Knife flowed, and the energy filled it turned into a ray of light. When he swung his sword, he suddenly released it and pulled it into countless phantoms. Each one seemed real, and each one seemed fake, real and fake, and mixed it with real and fake, slashing wildly at Yao Ruoyu's vital points everywhere.

Phantom Martial Arts!

Feeling the mystery of Lang Feng's swordsmanship, Yao Ruoyu suddenly sneered in his narrow eyes. What he was most afraid of since his debut was illusion. Not to mention the powerful spiritual sense brought by thorns, his swordsmanship is to break through thorns, mountains and rivers block the mountain and rivers, and heaven and earth block the road to kill the world. Only by moving forward is the most basic power of his swordsmanship.

So when the sword light turned into countless phantoms and roared, Yao Ruoyu continued to move forward regardless of the qi, his whole body merged and returned to the tip of Zhanhu sword. The moment the sword edge and cold fog condensed, a dreamlike ice sword waterfall had already rushed out in front of him.

No one can describe the splendor of this sword waterfall, like a beautiful thing that directly reflects the deepest part of people's hearts. All those who saw this sword fell into a brief obsession in an instant. The layers of ice tides were bound by the sword soul into a straight and slender long line, and the surging ice inside the thread just spread out the splendor that made people unable to breathe.

Even though he had already comprehended the sword soul realm, when Yao Ruoyu set out his sword, Lang Feng subconsciously stopped his breathing. Because he was all focused on Yao Ruoyu, he was most affected by the [Ice Waterfall Sword].

At this moment when he stared at Jian Waterfall, Lang Feng seemed to see his nephew, the pride of the Lang family, the greatest hope for the future of the Lang family, the young man who made him willing to break his foundation and want to avenge him.

Loss of mind is a moment, and Su Xing is also a moment. When he came back to his senses, Lang Feng turned his dream sword desperately, crossing his chest to block this sword waterfall. It was just that Yao Ruoyu created the [Ice Waterfall Sword] created by Yao Ruoyu's fusion of tricks, Bing Xin Jue and the peak murderous intent of the seventh realm, fighting for the moment of losing his mind. It only takes a moment, and almost no one in the world could block his sword waterfall's attack.

Although he returned to the blade in time to block his chest, Lang Feng felt a huge force that was completely inconfrontation hit his natal weapon. What followed was no longer the brilliant dream that made him lose his mind, but the magnificent violence that wanted to destroy the world.

First, it was the extremely brilliant dream, and then the violence that ruined the world. Even though he tried his best to control it, the huge difference in artistic conception still made Lang Feng involuntarily dazed for a moment.

It was this second moment that the sword waterfall condensed by the endless ice tide directly penetrated the true energy on the surface of the blade, and then penetrated through the blade and Lang Feng's chest continuously, disappearing into the clouds outside the top of the mountain, leaving only a slight wound that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

He opened his mouth slightly, and Lang Feng's pupils suddenly opened wide. He looked down at his chest with a little blank look. He saw that the wound that was so subtle that it was invisible before was now constantly annihilated to the surroundings under the influence of destructive power. However, for a short moment when he looked down, the wound had turned into the size of a punch.

The body trembled slightly, and Lang Feng's remaining consciousness desperately wanted to use the true energy to dissolve the sword power. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could only watch the wound grow and eventually the whole person was completely broken into pieces. The broken corpse was completely annihilated by the destructive sword soul for nothingness.
Chapter completed!