"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

After three consecutive sounds, Yang Renjie suddenly blocked the sword and put the red shadow-like gun blade in front of him in mid-air. Fortunately, his strength was better than the other party, so he was not shocked by the gun blade. However, even so, Yang Renjie felt a surge of blood.

In front of him, Feng Kewen, who had appeared in Suining City that day, stood in front of him. At this moment, Feng Kewen was holding a spear in his hand, and the shadow of the gun turned like thousands of red phoenixes, firmly resisting Yang Renjie outside the city. No matter how Yang Renjie attacked, it was still difficult to break through within three feet of his body.

It has been two days since the Shandao defeated the enemy. Yesterday morning, Yang Renjie led hundreds of elite Thunder God Camp troops to abandon horses and strife to attack Leshan City. Wanyan Zhen, Wanyan Dang and the leader of the Black Lotus Sect in the Leshan Branch of Wanyan Lianhua naturally led the army to fight.

The Jin Dynasty was afraid of the cavalry battle of the Thunder God Camp and was willing to defend the city. The Thunder God Camp pretended to attack the city. Therefore, the two sides fought for three hours yesterday, and only more than 30 people died in battle.

However, what made Yang Renjie a little angry was that although the other party's three fifth realms never took action, he didn't know where a young man who called himself Feng Kewen appeared, making the magic of one pistol technique infinitely mysterious. No matter how his Purple Thunder Sword Technique could reduce ten times with one force, he would return without success under the opponent's magical spear technique.

Originally, he had broken through the seventh formation of Jin Kingdom that day and understood the meaning of swords. Yang Renjie had already expanded his confidence, but he hit a wall with Feng Kewen. So the next morning, he led his troops to fight again, shouting and scolding Feng Kewen.

However, what made Yang Renjie extremely depressed was that this time the battle was still indiscriminate. Although Feng Kewen's shooting skills could not break through his Purple Thunder Sword, he still felt unwilling to accept it with a irritable temperament.

At this time, another shot was swung from the opposite side, and the thousands of red shadows turned into a fire phoenix shadow. With the hidden sound of the phoenix, the blade had already penetrated the seven-foot void and rushed towards Yang Renjie's throat.

Seeing this, Yang Renjie did not stop him. The Purple Thunder Knife was lifted up with force, and with a powerful blow from bottom to top, it hit the gun steadily. With a clang, the blade suddenly trembled. At this moment, Yang Renjie's eyes seemed to have hallucinations. The gun rod, which was obviously made of gold and iron, suddenly bent like a rubber band, and then suddenly dispersed into thousands of red shadows poked towards him.

This move is called [Hundred Birds]! One shot is a bird. If [Hundred Birds] come out, it means that all the guns are coming out, just like a hundred birds flying together, flying in a dream, and the brilliance is hidden in the brilliance!

The leopard's eyes widened, Yang Renjie was not impatient, his wrist power suddenly rotated, and the blade that had been lifted up also flipped and fell backward, aiming at the bottom with a heavy slash, and another loud bang. It was his sword that fell directly into the shadow of thousands of guns, colliding with the iron spear, and relying on the domineering brute force of the Purple Thunder Sword Technique to forcibly disperse the previous thousands of phantoms.

One shot was useless, Feng Kewenxun pulled back, and at the same time, he pulled back the gun, and swung his hands with one shot. However, this time, he simply swung it with one shot, without any fancy, plain and neat, completely different from before.

However, when Yang Renjie swung his gun, he felt that all the hairs in his body exploded. He slashed horizontally without thinking. The purple thunder true energy surged. As the sword light shone, he directly slashed out with one move [Spring Thunderstorm].

The Purple Thunder Sword Technique is so domineering and rapid. The sword light has just shined, and the blade has swept across it. But seeing that it is about to slash the spear blade with one knife, Feng Kewen suddenly raised his elbow, and the spear blade suddenly pressed slightly, and it actually flew past the purple thunder sword between the inch. It was not affected by the blade at all, and it still stabbed Yang Renjie's waist and abdomen as quickly as a wind.

At this time, the Purple Thunder Sword was slashing horizontally and there was no time to retract it. In the critical moment, Yang Renjie suddenly pulled the handle of the knife and pressed it down. At the same time, the Great Thunder Immortal Blade rushed out and forced the red shadow of the gun blade. With a clang, the handle of the knife and the gun blade were in a match. Even though Yang Renjie was amazing, he still took a few steps back in a mess, and his right arm with the knife was trembling slightly.

Yang Renjie had already had the wrong force angle here and was hit by the recoil shock. Feng Kewen just shook the gun and removed all the force of the recoil back. However, in this way, he had no chance to pursue him, so he simply retracted his gun and set his mind.

Grinning, Yang Renjie rubbed his sore wrists and stared at Feng Kewen with fear. If his Purple Thunder Sword Technique was a heavy force, then the opponent's shooting technique was a heavy skill. He obviously had twelve percent of his strength, but after the opponent's unloading and transformation, only 70% remained.

After looking at Feng Kewen, Yang Renjie suddenly grinned and asked, "Good marksmanship, judging from your appearance, you are also a Song Dynasty person? Why do you want to help the Jin Kingdom? Don't you know that he was the murderer of the invasion of Sichuan back then?"

Frowning slightly, Feng Kewen looked at Yang Renjie for some reason and said lightly: "Feng has lived in Lanzhou City since he was a child, so he is naturally a Jin man. What does he look like a Song man? Let's take a look at people with you?"

"I'm a face-controlling person, can't it be?" Yang Renjie snorted and said angrily.

"Face control?" Feng Kewen looked at him blankly, obviously not understanding the meaning, but Yang Renjie was not interested in explaining. He held the knife in his hand again, took a deep breath, and his whole body flashed wildly again. Feng Kewen did not dare to neglect when he saw this. His true energy turned into a red light all over his body. When the gun blade was raised, the red shadow of the fire phoenix appeared again, and phoenix sounds appeared.

"Phoenix? That's great!" Yang Renjie snorted, and the lightning light in his body suddenly surged, rushing into the air as he thoughts. In a few breaths, it turned into a thunder dragon entrenched on the blade and roared at the other party.

"How is it? I'm much more powerful than you, right?" Yang Renjie shouted with a proud smile at the opposite side.

Feng Kewen was a little speechless. He was steady and ignored the other party's provocation. He just silently used his inner breath and was always ready to fight.

"You guy, you have no sense of humor at all!" Yang Renjie snorted angrily when he saw this. The blade thunder dragon suddenly collapsed and turned into endless thunder lightning around the blade. Then he flashed and broke into a distance of twelve feet in an instant. At the same time, the blade light circled around him, and a [Tianzhi Thunder Turn], slashing in the sky with thousands of thunder lightning.

Feng Kewen's pupils contracted, and the gun shadow in his hand suddenly rose up. In an instant, it was like an angry tide that broke through the dike. Thousands of red shadows rushed out against the thunder tide. It was one of his four gun techniques [Hundred Birds]!

The red shadow light collided in the air, and immediately splashed out countless energy, blasting out countless pits within a radius of hundreds. At the same time, the purple thunder sword and the spear had also collided with each other. There was another roar, and the lightning burst, and the red shadow was aroused, forcing the two of them to stagnate.

"Good opportunity!" As if seeing Yang Renjie's movements, a man in black suddenly flew up from the city wall. A light flowed through the two-foot pure golden lotus platform. A sword light with endless sharp breath shot out densely from it, brushing Yang Renjie from mid-air, who had no time to resist.

But before the sword lights fell, a dark green poisonous flame suddenly rushed from behind Yang Renjie. Although it was torn apart in an instant under the erosion of the sword light, these sword lights were corroded and penetrated by these poisonous flames. Before they could get close to Yang Renjie, they had all collapsed.

The man in black looked over with anger and shouted angrily: "Where did the thief come from? I dare to ruin my good deeds!" Before he finished speaking, he had already reached out and shot out countless sword lights again. However, this time the target was not Yang Renjie, but Song Kai who took action before.

Sneering, Song Kai brushed his sleeves, and a string of bells painted with ink and wash patterns slowly floated up. As the ringtone echoed, another dark green poisonous flame ignited out of thin air in front of him, blocking all the sword lights.

"Five Realms?" As if he was disdainful, Song Kai smiled faintly and walked forward in a leisurely manner, slowly said, "The spiritual master has reached the fifth realm, but he can only comprehend his own spiritual rhyme, making his spiritual technique more powerful. However, the master's cultivation level seems to be only at the fourth level of the fifth realm. He should have already understood the spiritual rhyme, but he doesn't know how many of it has sensed it? How much power can he enhance his own spiritual technique?"

In just a few words, the two of them had already met each other at a high altitude. The man in black had already turned pale because of Song Kai's disdain. When the two sides were still ten feet away, he had already shouted angrily, and the pure golden lotus platform above his head expanded in the air. In a few breaths, it turned into a size of acre. A large amount of spiritual energy suddenly gathered and was transformed into a huge spiritual power by the lotus platform and was immersed in the human body.

"Is it interesting to use the altar as the natal spiritual weapon?"

Seeing this, Song Kai was slightly shocked at first, but his face was still a little casual.

Whether a warrior or a spiritual master, once he reaches the fifth level, he can refine his natal weapon. The natal weapon is connected to the natal of a cultivator, which can not only enhance his strength, but also nourish himself with the spiritual energy of the cultivator.

For example, Yao Ruoyu's Zhanhu Sword is the natal sword of King Wu Yue. This sword is just an ordinary weapon, but as King Wu Yue's cultivation increases, this sword is nourished by the vitality and finally sublimated to the level of divine weapons.

This man in black is the owner of the Black Lotus Sect’s branch in Leshan City. His name is Wanyan Lotus. Although his name is a bit feminine, his strength cannot be underestimated. When he practices the "Xuanlian Jing Shen Method", his soul talisman is also written as Jin Rui. Although he is a spiritual master, the sword light is condensed by the extremely golden energy, which is extremely sharp.

As for the pure golden lotus platform, it was originally an altar. After being refined into a natal spiritual weapon by him, it was only two feet in size on weekdays. Once the battle started, it could be increased to one acre of huge amount, absorbed spiritual energy, increased sword light, and was powerful.

Although Song Kai is proud of his strength to match the fifth realm, the ink bell is just an ordinary spiritual weapon after all. When he encounters the altar as his natal weapon, the ink bell is a bit too weak to see.

After thinking about it, Song Kai still let the ink ring hang beside him, raised his hands to outline it out of thin air, and used spiritual power to draw the spiritual seal.

Seeing this, Wanyan Lianhua sneered without realizing it. With a casual finger, countless sword lights appeared in front of him, and then swept towards Song Kai like a craze.

The sound of this sword tide was earth-shaking, almost covering a range of thousands of feet. Under this craze, Song Kai's slightly thin figure was like a weed in the wind, isolated and dangerous.

However, Song Kai still outlined the spirit seal without any haste. Until the sword tide was only one meter away from him, he finished drawing it. Then he held it with his back hand and slapped it out. Suddenly, the dark green light in front of him was shaking, and dense green shadows swayed in front of him. The dark green phantom was like countless vines, filling all within one meter in front of him.

The next moment, countless sword tides washed over directly, and countless green shadows were instantly torn and smashed, but then more green shadows emerged from it. It seemed to sway powerlessly, but it was amazingly resilient. Each one was persisted until the end and was shattered by the sword tide.

As Xiang Beibei and others stared in fear, the sword tide finally slowly dissipated, and the dark green phantom was only four or five, still in the weak and powerless appearance, slowly swaying in front of Song Kai.
Chapter completed!