Sword light is the most common attack method for a monk and can be stimulated as he pleases.

Of course, because of the quick use of the sword light, the power contained in the sword light is limited.

But no monk dared to underestimate the sword light inspired by his opponent.

Because in the sword lights all over the sky, there are usually monks' real flying swords hidden, which is a truly deadly thing.

The Yuekong Sword swam high in the sky like many ordinary sword lights, circled around Lu Xiong without participating in the attack.

The dozens of miles around Lu Xiong, countless sword lights flew, shattering Yue Buqun's sword light and turning this airspace into a world he controlled.

As soon as they met, Lu Xiong took the defensive stance and did not compete with Yue Buqun at all.

Although Li Biao is more famous and has more fame and fortune, his words are still very insightful: Since the two of them can easily surround each other, why bother to take the risk and fight with the late-stage foundation-building monks?

Therefore, as soon as he noticed that Yue Buqun was attacking his body, he immediately shrank 70% of his strength and defended his surroundings without leaking water.

The other 30% of the sword lights continued to test Yue Buqun's position, constantly cutting and slashing, and chopping the other party's possible hiding place.

Yue Buqun looked at his mirror shattered coldly, and instantly established another one, and the power of the attack suddenly increased.

Three thousand sword lights suddenly condensed into a giant sword, raised high, and his spiritual sense locked in Lu Xiong and slashed down violently.

Lu Xiong's expression remained unchanged. He stretched out his hand and thousands of sword lights came forward.

"boom……"

The sword light in front collided with the sword light, making a huge roar, and countless spiritual power splashed down, brighter than the sun in the sky. The scattered spiritual power covered the sky and the earth, covering Lu Xiong's location, disrupting the spiritual scanning of this area.

Lu Xiong frowned, his mind moved, and his body moved slightly behind his back in an instant.

The Yuekong Sword pierced in silently and flashed past Lu Xiong's place just now.

Lu Xiong took a breath of air conditioning, looked at the sword and sword shadows that were fighting fiercely, and his figure flashed a few more times. Just as he was about to stop, he suddenly looked up at the upper left, and the little white jade turtle shell met with his eyes.

"Dong..."

Yuekong Sword jumped out of the void and slashed it with one sword.

The little white jade turtle shell burst out with a stream of light, and it sank slightly. Lu Xiong snorted, increasing the output of his spiritual power, resisting the opponent's attack. He was about to continue moving his position, but suddenly he felt something was wrong.

The attack on the little white jade turtle shell did not disappear, and a more sharp and powerful sword force came again, crazily cutting the restriction of the little white jade turtle shell.

The restriction made a squeaking sound, the fluorescent light dimmed a little, and the sword force was about to invade the body of the turtle shell.

Lu Xiong shouted loudly and pointed his hand. The spiritual power lost from the small white jade turtle shell suddenly became abundant, instantly making up for the defect of the restriction, and resisted the stabbing of the flying sword again.

The sword power from the turtle shell gradually weakened, but Lu Xiong still did not dare to take it lightly. His spiritual sense tightly locked the flying sword, and the huge soul power was operative at full strength.

The strength of the opponent's spiritual consciousness changes, the circular movement of spiritual power, the protective relationship between the sword light and the flying sword, the power of the flying sword attack, etc., countless factors instantly filled Lu Xiong's mind.

Countless nodes in his soul lit up, flashing in a magical way, and in an instant, a wave of enlightenment emerged in Lu Xiong's mind.

Found you!

Lu Xiong's flying knife flashed out quietly, spread in the wind, and instantly slashed over, slashing a cloud and mist, and a few strands of spiritual power slowly dissipated.

"Is it wrong?"

"Fake it!"

Lu Xiong's figure continued to flash, avoiding the attack of the flying sword, and frowned.

The monks who can bless themselves with fake bodies are extremely difficult to deal with. Unexpectedly, this monk from Dongji Island would have the same trick.

Yue Buqun's spiritual consciousness calmly watched the other party's flying knife pass by, shattering his spiritual image again, and slowly floated away with his feet.

It is obviously unrealistic to slowly fight with this monk.

Another late-stage foundation-building monk, Li Biao, was obviously coming quickly.

According to general rules, to ambush a master in the late stage of foundation building, at least a thousand miles away must be left, otherwise it will be easily noticed by the other party.

A distance of one thousand miles is only a few minutes for a master in the late stage of foundation building.

Yue Buqun had been entangled with the monk for two minutes, or at most three or five minutes, he might be besieged by two masters.

Time must be stepped up!

Yue Buqun took it out of the storage ring and refined the gentleman's sword. He waved it and felt a passionate heart!

Let you see the Chinese swordsmanship!

The sword lights in the sky slowly disappeared, the clouds in the sky were light and the wind slowly subsided.

Yue Buqun showed his figure from the sky and locked Lu Xiong three hundred miles away.

Lu Xiong was stunned and took back the flying knife. Two white jade tortoise shells, one big and one small, protected their side, and stood up to see how the other party was.

Time is on his side, so he can deal with the other party slowly. With his strong cultivation and strength, he is not afraid of the other party's conspiracy.

"Yue Taihua, please give me advice!"

Yue Buqun hung his sword upside down and gave a sword salute.

Yo!

Lu Xiong was a little stunned. I haven’t seen this etiquette for many years, it’s been one hundred and fifty years!

"Lu Xiong Changling, please give me advice!"

Although Lu Xiong was stunned and found it funny, he was not rude at all and bowed back with a fist.

Yue Buqun's skill was at its peak, and he took a long breath and shouted loudly: "Kill!"

As soon as he moved his body, he launched a wind escape, and instantly flashed two hundred miles, raised his long sword and rushed towards Lu Xiong.

Lu Xiong was stunned again and instinctively avoided it.

It's a big rough place!

Everyone is a high-level monk. You raise your hands to kill the fairy masters who are thousands of miles away. You actually want to fight with me!

An extremely absurd feeling arose in Lu Xiong's heart. While wielding a flying knife toward the other party, he retreated. After retreating for more than ten miles, his heart suddenly became cold and his hair stood up all over his body. The big white jade turtle shell turned in an instant, blocking his back.

"Click!"

The Yuekong Sword suddenly jumped out of the void, carrying endless power, and slashed the turtle shell with a sword.

The power of this sword was at least twice as heavy as the sword just now. The big white jade turtle shell suddenly shrank, almost touching Lu Xiong's back.

Lu Xiong's heart was shocked, his chest was filled with blood, but his soul calmed down instantly, knowing that he was careless and fell into the other party's design.

He roared angrily, and the strong spiritual power in the peak period of the foundation building period surged out, instantly filled with the restriction of the large white jade turtle shell.

Yuekong Sword's second sword stabbed down again!

So fast!

Lu Xiong was still more than a hundred miles away from Yue Buqun at this moment. Logically speaking, his reaction to the commander's spiritual weapon was faster than the opponent, but the opponent's sword after sword, and the speed of spiritual power allocation was obviously higher than that of him, making him extremely passive in dealing with it.

Yue Buqun used the wind escape with all his strength. Although his speed was not as fast as the flying sword, it was much faster than the flying cars and ordinary monks. He flashed over two hundred miles and then flashed again, and the other party's flying knife slashed over.

Yue Buqun's speed did not decrease, and the gentleman sword was swung out in an instant, and the direction of the flying knife was instantly deviated.

Yue Buqun's spiritual consciousness was running to the extreme, and his spiritual power was meticulous, guiding the opponent's flying knife to slash. With a sudden wave, he increased his strength and rushed forward. He also used the force to pounce forward, and the speed was three points faster.

The flying knife was blessed by two forces, and with just one flash, it flew two or three hundred miles away, almost disconnecting from Lu Xiong.

Lu Xiong, who was trying his best to compete with the flying sword behind him, was shocked and almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

He has practiced for more than 100 years and fought with people hundreds of times, but since he entered the foundation building stage, it was the first time he had fought with a guy holding a long sword. Unexpectedly, he almost lost his weapon as soon as he fought.

At this moment, Lu Xiong's main combat weapon, the flying knife, was five hundred miles away, and dozens of feet away from his back was the enemy's flying sword. A hundred miles away from his body, the fierce enemy was approaching at high speed, and he had already fallen into an extremely dangerous situation.

Lu Xiong had a premonition that once the enemy was approached by him, he might have finished playing.

Few monks can fight in close combat, which means that the opponent who is approaching at high speed must be extremely good at close combat.

This is a field that Lu Xiong is not good at!

At the critical moment, Lu Xiong's foundation of cultivation for more than 100 years was used without reservation. His powerful spiritual power burst out, and he controlled the big white jade turtle shell to resist the other party's flying sword.

His body moved rapidly, avoiding the front and back attacks formed by Yue Buqun and the flying sword.

He stretched out his hand and pointed, and a series of thunders formed instantly, forming a thunder net, exploding in front of Yue Buqun, temporarily separating himself and the other party.

A flying axe roared out, attacking Yue Buqun with a flying knife that was turning around in the distance.
Chapter completed!