"It''s a little interesting!"


    Seeing the snowflakes flying all over the sky and flying out of the snowflakes one after another, Mo Chuanfeng seemed not to be a strong sword. With a flash in his eyes and body shape, he rushed directly into the snowflakes all over the sky.


    But after rushing into the snow, Mo Chuanfeng shook his sword. Suddenly, his sword danced quickly, and the sword light burst out. Unexpectedly, it was connected together after blinking.


    From a distance, he seemed to stand directly in a light curtain to protect his body. He let the snowflakes fall and the sword roar, but he couldn''t get close at all!


    When the monks around saw this scene, they couldn''t help crying out: "it''s worthy of being the successor of the sword saint. The snowflakes blooming with the sword spirit should be Du Yuesheng''s strongest move. I didn''t expect to be broken so easily!"


    "Ignorance!"


    Du Yuesheng sneered when he heard the speech. He moved with snowflakes all over the sky. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Mo Chuanfeng.


    "Want to compare swordsmanship with me?" Mo Chuanfeng showed a contemptuous smile in his eyes: "that''s what you want!"


    After that, Mo Chuanfeng patted the waist storage bag, and a sharp sword appeared on his left hand. When the left sword was waved, a brilliant barrier was formed on the surface of his body, completely blocking the attack of snowflake sword Qi. His right sword freed his hand and a straight stab without any fancy hit Du Yuesheng''s chest!


    This straight stab seemed ordinary, but in fact it quickly reached the extreme. It almost stabbed Du Yuesheng''s clothes on his chest between lightning and flint.


    Just when everyone thought Du Yuesheng was dead or alive, Du Yuesheng''s body shape was at this extremely extreme moment. Sheng Sheng stepped back and opened the distance, raised the immortal killing sword in his hand, and opened the sword with a Ding sound.


    "Huh?"


    Mo Chuanfeng was surprised. When the swordsman preached his swordsmanship, what he asked was that if he didn''t give the sword, it would kill him. Therefore, his seemingly simple straight stab has been practiced for hundreds of years.


    But I didn''t expect to be blocked by Du Yuesheng so easily.


    Looking at the faint smile from Du Yuesheng''s mouth, Mo Chuanfeng felt ashamed and angry. His heart moved, his body turned into an illusion and went straight towards Du Yuesheng. When his body was about to catch up with Du Yuesheng, it was divided into eight and blocked in every direction Du Yuesheng fled!


    At the moment, the eight separated bodies even opened their mouths at the same time: "die!"


    With that, eight separate bodies and eight sharp swords stabbed Du Yuesheng.


    No matter from which direction or angle, these eight swords are unavoidable and unavoidable.


    Liu Jian and Shu Kun, who were watching the battle in the sky, had already started smiling, and the monks around felt that the battle was over.


    But Du Yuesheng smiled and spit out a word: "broken!"


    Shua!


    A shrill howl sounded. Du Yuesheng saw a sword light guard around his body, but the sword in his hand still stayed in place and didn''t move.


    Ding Ding!


    The eight swords of Mo Chuanfeng''s eight separate bodies were directly swung away after the light of the protective sword stabbed outside Du Yuesheng''s body!


    "What!" Mo Chuanfeng''s seven separate bodies disappeared, and the Buddha appeared. He looked at Du Yuesheng with a shocked look on his face, and his eyes were full of incredible colors: "your sword is approaching this point!"


    The friars around were also stupid. At this time, smart people reacted: "the body protecting sword light around Du Yuesheng is his sword. The reason why we see his sword in place is entirely because his sword is too fast!"


    Du Yuesheng raised his mouth, smiled faintly and said, "it doesn''t look like all fools!"


    "No! Your sword can''t be faster than mine!" hearing Du Yuesheng''s words, Mo Chuanfeng suddenly rushed towards Du Yuesheng like crazy.


    He is a Jinxian cultivation, and Du Yuesheng is also a Jinxian cultivation. He has always thought that he has the strongest sword skill in the same level and is the fastest. I didn''t expect to meet a person who is faster than his sword today. How can he stand it!


    "If you don''t believe it, you can''t help it. Isn''t the strength of the Heavenly Emperor that a small golden fairy can see through?" Du Yuesheng disdained to smile and waved a sword, which was shining all over the sky.


    He still hasn''t cast his magic, but the sword light momentum in the sky is not weaker than the magic. Mo Chuanfeng plunged into the sword light in the sky. Today, he must compete with the most basic sword skills to destroy Du Yuesheng, otherwise his heart will be damaged in the future. He won''t take half a step in his life!


    "Mo Chuanfeng is angry!"


    "He is also serious. Once Mo Chuanfeng is serious, his strength will soar several times. Du Yuesheng won''t live long. Otherwise, he won''t be regarded as a successor by the sword saint!"


    When the monks around saw this scene, they muttered to themselves.


    But at this moment, the sword light all over the sky suddenly dissipated into invisibility. Mo Chuanfeng fell out of the sword light with a scream. At the moment, he had no calm demeanor before.


    His face was very ferocious, his clothes were broken, and blood was still seeping out!


    "You... Who the hell are you? You are so strong!" Mo Chuanfeng looked at Du Yuesheng. The color of fear on his face decreased and turned into calm: "tell me your origin. I will kill you the next time I meet you!"


    Mo Chuanfeng is already admitting defeat, but he doesn''t think he will always lose to Du Yuesheng, so he needs to ask the origin of Du Yuesheng and avenge Du Yuesheng in the future.


    The monks around were also shocked. Du Yuesheng won, and he won so decisively!


    Shu Kun and Liu Jian looked at each other and their killing intention lit up. Since Mo Chuanfeng can''t kill Du Yuesheng, they will join hands and fight after Mo Chuanfeng leaves.


    Du Yuesheng looked at Mo Chuanfeng with a smile and said faintly, "Tianting Di village hall Du Yuesheng!"


    "Oh? Tianting?" Mo Chuanfeng narrowed his eyes and said, "I remember, wait for me!"


    With that, Mo Chuanfeng turned and was about to leave. Shu Kun and Liu Jian''s hands had been pressed on the storage bag around their waist, ready to attack suddenly, but at this time, Du Yuesheng''s voice suddenly rang:


    "You came with the intention of killing me, so why do you think I will spare your life?"


    "Do you dare to kill me?" Mo Chuanfeng stopped, looked back at Du Yuesheng, and his eyes were full of disdain: "I don''t care what means you use, the speed of sword is so much faster than me, but... My master is a swordsman. Why dare you kill me?"


    "I''m Du Yuesheng in heaven!" Du Yuesheng''s body flashed. In the state of snow sword song, his speed was still extremely fast. At the moment of speaking, he turned into a sword light and rushed straight towards Mo Chuanfeng.


    In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Mo Chuanfeng. A drop of blood fell on the immortal sword in his hand, while Mo Chuanfeng behind him widened his eyes, and then with a bang, the whole person jumped directly to the ground, and his breath was cut off!