In the sky, the sword Qi, which is more powerful than the Nine Star King Wu, broke up and roared in the sky.
The golden energy explodes, makes the sky bright, and then turns into the air wave to sweep.
Qiu Feng snorted, his body was blown away by the explosion.
Because of the death of his body, Qiu Feng fell back and drowned a touch of blood from the corner of his mouth.
But he was even more surprised.
His eyes were wide open and he looked at it in disbelief, the explosion of brilliant energy.
That''s him, using the sword spirit created by Qianling Fenshen Lei.
It''s so powerful that ordinary attacks can''t hurt it at all.
However, he was stabbed by Wang Xiaojian.
How could this be possible?!
Qiu Feng couldn''t believe it. His eyes widened and his eyes were shocked at the explosion energy in the sky.
However, Wang Xiaojian did not stop.
He raised the golden Emperor Xuan sword, took the opportunity to kill, and read a poem again.
"If you don''t see the bright mirror in the high hall with sad white hair, the morning is like green silk, and in the evening it becomes snow!"
this is an incomparably beautiful poem with the beauty of melody.
But the poem is also full of cold murders, which makes Qiu Feng''s hair stand up when he hears it.
Wang Xiaojian holds the golden Emperor Xuan sword, and his eyes are like cold electricity.
He unfolded his golden wings and displayed the second stage skill of drinking. He was like an off-line arrow and shot out again.
Whoosh ~
in the sky, Wang Xiaojian crossed the bright awn with one sword.
He is like an eternal beam of light through the night sky.
In Qiu Feng''s incredible eyes, Wang Xiaojian once again took the sword with him, penetrating the remaining sword spirit of Qiu Feng.
The sword and the human figure penetrate through the chest of the sword Qi.
Poof!
Boom!
Boom!
The body of Wang Xiaojian holding the sword shoots into the night sky.
Behind him, the sword spirit belonging to Qiu Feng split up again.
There was a roar in the sky.
In the dark night, it blooms out more dazzling light, and then turns into a wave.
Puff ~
another sword spirit died.
When Qiu Feng opened his eyes, he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
Qianling Fenshen thunder, the creation of the body, incomparably powerful.
However, the cost of creation is also very high.
Every sword spirit will die, he will also be eaten back.
At this time, he suffered a lot of internal injuries because of the death of the two swords.
Qiu Feng covered his chest and drowned in the corners of his mouth.
His face was a little pale again, showing a shock expression.
Qianling Fenshen thunder is the martial skill of the seventh grade of xuanjie, which is extremely powerful.
With the cultivation of his one star King Wu''s peak, the combat power of the two separate bodies has reached the peak level of the Nine Star King Wu.
However, the two identities have not yet played a role, and even Wang Xiaojian''s hair is not hurt, they are defeated.
Qiu Feng could not accept the result.
Qiu Feng looks at Wang Xiaojian, who shoots into the sky. But the next second, he suddenly shakes.
Because the figure of Wang Xiaojian disappeared suddenly.
When Qiu Feng looked back, he found that Wang Xiaojian had already returned to his original place. He looked down at the emperor''s sword and looked down on him.
Qiu Feng changed his face and said, "Wang Xiaojian, what kind of sword technique is this?"
The king''s golden sword, the king''s sword in the air, and the king''s sword in the air
"Will there be wine?"
Qiu Feng had never heard of this kind of sword technique. His body was stunned and said, "is it a ground level sword technique?"
In Qiu Feng''s eyes, only the earth level sword technique has such great power. One sword will kill his sword Qi.
"Xuanjie."
Wang Xiaojian holds the golden imperial sword in his hand.
Whether it''s ako, Lu Bu, his descendants, and Li Bai, these non big move skills from the glory of the king are as powerful as the mysterious skills in this world.
It''s no exception that you''ll be drinking.
In the sky, Wang Xiaojian was very honest and said xuanjie skills, but Qiu Feng was shocked and his face showed an incredible expression.
"Xuan level skills? How can Wang Xiaojian be a Xuan level skill. How can you have such a powerful power? "
"Isn''t it?"
Qiu Feng couldn''t accept it. The other side defeated the fact that he was separated by sword Qi with xuanjie skill.
His eyes fell on Wang Xiaojian''s golden sword.
He recognized that the sword in Wang Xiaojian''s hand was Qiu Shengjie''s holding sword.
Qiu Feng intended to take back the sword after killing Wang Xiaojian. However, when he gazed at the sword, he felt as if he felt something. His face changed and he exclaimed."The meaning of sword is the breath of sword. Wang Xiaojian, do you understand the meaning of sword? Right? "
Qiu Feng felt a strange breath from the tip of the king''s sword.
It''s the breath of sword.
He was very surprised.
Although, in the process of breaking through from King Wu to Emperor Wu, those who practice martial arts have a certain chance to understand the world and the artistic conception.
But there are very few people who really understand.
Every person who understands is a very rare person.
Qiu Feng is a powerful emperor of Wu. He boasts of his talent.
However, in the promotion ten years ago, he did not have the chance to understand the artistic conception.
And the people in front of me realized it.
And it just came out.
Qiu Feng looks at Wang Xiaojian in disbelief.
At this moment, he understood why the other side could defeat him with a sword.
It''s the power of the sword.
It is the sword that enhances the power of martial arts, and the power of terror breaks out.
At the same time, he was shocked.
Wang Xiaojian''s talent in front of him has really reached the level against the sky.
Today, when he is young, he has reached the rank of Emperor Wu. He also understands that most people can''t understand the meaning of sword.
Qiu Feng''s shocked eyes make Wang Xiaojian''s heart very cool.
Even in the battle, Wang Xiaojian feels that pretending to be forced is a very happy thing.
However, his handsome face was a sarcastic expression and said: "it''s just a sword. I feel free to understand. It scares you like this. "
"Qiu Feng, I''m not wrong. You are really spicy chicken."
"Ding! Congratulations on the success of the host mockery. Wang points + 6! "
" Ding! Congratulations to the host, who will spit blood to finish a taunt. King points + 38! "
The clear voice rings, Wang Xiaojian took the opportunity to earn a wave of points again.
On hearing this, Qiu Feng''s body vibrated and puffed out a mouthful of blood.
He is the three elders of the golden carving gate, or he thinks the Emperor Wu is strong.
However, he was repeatedly scolded by a teenager.
On the contrary, there is some truth in this little saying.
He understood at will.
He has practiced martial arts for decades, but he has not yet understood it.
Because he did not understand the artistic conception, his road of martial arts was very difficult. After reaching the level of a Star Warrior Queen, it is difficult to go further for ten years, and has been staying at the level of a star Wu Emperor.
This has always been the pain in Qiu Feng''s heart. It is the existence of scars.
However, they are all revealed by Wang Xiaojian.
He not only uncovered his scar, but also sprinkled a handful of salt on it, which made Qiu Feng extremely miserable.
Qiu Feng''s eyes were red, his hair was white, and his face was full of malice and ferocity. He faced Wang Xiaojian and said, "bastard, the dog can''t spit out ivory. Do you think you can win if you understand the meaning of sword?"
"If you understand the artistic conception, you can''t stop me from killing you!"
"Really?"
Wang Xiaojian looks cold and sees Qiu Fengzhi''s eyes.