Looking at the east wind in front of him, he was no longer as simple as before. His long hair fluttered in the wind, his white robe was covered with leather armor engraved with a soaring eagle, and his three golden rings in his hand, each with their own characteristics. The other equipment was not ordinary. On him, Chu Feng saw at least three dark gold equipment and a long sword behind him. Chu Feng could tell at a glance that it was his level of the Breaking Divine Sword, the top-level spiritual level, and a master, which was indeed better than those without a master.

"Haha, it seems that you have really reached the master level, very good, faster than I thought. I thought it would take at least a year, but it would be too naive to think you wanted to defeat me by these things." After Chu Feng said that, he ignored Dongfeng Pori's anger, but took out his already changed wooden sword and the blood-drinking sword.

At this time, the Blood-Drinking Sword was red all over, and there was a golden dragon covered with fangs and claws on it, which exuded a powerful pressure on it, which was the pressure of the dragon. Seeing Chu Feng pull out the wooden sword behind him, Dongfeng Pori couldn't help but change his face. He originally disagreed with Chu Feng's strength. Even if Chu Feng could kill all the Feng wolf pack three months ago, he could do it easily and do it better now.

After all, Chu Feng has been doing trial tasks for three months. He knows that he cannot upgrade during trial tasks and cannot improve his strength. As for swordsmanship, Chu Feng has now reached the level of a master, and it is difficult to improve at all, let alone how much he can improve in such a short time.

But now he gave up his thoughts. Chu Feng's strength is not inferior to him, and he is even stronger than him. He just doesn't know what level of Chu Feng's fighting spirit magic technique is. If it is the holy level, he will definitely lose. If it is the heaven level, he still has a glimmer of hope. As for the earth level, the victory or defeat is 55, but he knows that Chu Feng's fighting spirit must be above the heaven level.

Holding his Tianfeng Sword, his sword force began to condense, and at the same time, his equipment also unraveled the hidden light, gold and dark gold intersected. His leather boots, like his long sword, emitted three colors of light. He did not tell Chu Feng anything about fairness. If he talked about fairness, he would defeat faster.

"Chasing the Wind." Chasing the Wind is the first move of the Wind Sword Technique. It is not a powerful sword technique, but an extremely fast sword technique. Only when it is fast can the power of the sword technique be exerted and the enemy can be killed first. Even Chu Feng has to face the speed of the Wind with caution.

The Fierce Wind Dance and the Heavenly Level Sword Technique are also wind-attributed techniques. Originally, Chu Feng should have been suppressed by the level to a certain extent, but Chu Feng's Tianfeng Sword Technique has been studying for ten years. Coupled with his understanding of swordsmanship, he is not at all inferior to the Saint-level Sword Technique of Dongfeng Po Ri.

Chu Feng and Dongfeng Pori were lost at the same time. Chu Feng's sword and Dongfeng Pori quickly intertwined, and it was about to part with one touch. Chu Feng instantly fought with Dongfeng Pori for thirty rounds. Dongfeng Pori's attack was beyond his expectations and was not worse than him. As for speed, he was only slightly lost. It seemed that besides these, he would have to have some adventures, but Chu Feng ignored it. Wouldn't he continue to adventure?

"Grandpa Zida, how is Brother Dongfeng now? Why are they so fast? I can't even see them?" Looking at the flashing traces of the two people on the field, the stunning girl who was with the old swordsman on the side couldn't help but say.

"Yun, your brother Pofeng is very slackened this time. He is the sword technique of Chasing Wind with his move. Although it is a holy level sword technique, he is only a first practice. Although the sword technique of Engong is not a holy level, he is also above the ground level. Moreover, his sword technique is proficient. In addition, his sword technique is higher than that of Brother Dongfeng. Brother Dongfeng only has one-tenth chance of winning this time." The old swordsman who has already broken through the seventh level saw through the situation of the two at a glance.

"Ah, Brother Dongfeng is not sure to lose." One tenth, isn't it just not?

"That's not necessarily true. Brother Dongfeng has a trump card. As for benefactor, his sword intent is not useful yet? Brother Dongfeng's sword has reached its extreme. It's really hard to say how he wins and loses. But this battle is definitely very exciting, hahahaha." Hearing the old swordsman's words, the stunning girl couldn't help but show a hint of excitement. Unexpectedly, this person is really as powerful as Brother Dongfeng. The name of the sword god is indeed well-deserved. Some of them will blew to their sisters in the future.

Chu Feng's swordsmanship has not changed at all, and he kept fighting with Dongfeng Pori. After a hundred moves, Chu Feng still did not change at all. There was no change in the entire battlefield. The girl almost wanted to sleep, but looking at the old swordsman who was happily watching the duel, she couldn't help but wonder, is it so beautiful?

"Hahaha, little girl, I can't stand it anymore. This is what many people dream of seeing." Suddenly, a gentle voice appeared beside the girl. When she saw the visitor, her head was mixed with black and white, her face was covered with wrinkles, but she was full of a kind smile. She was wearing a snow-white robe, and there was nothing outstanding. But the girl respectfully said: "I have met the president."

The person who came was the president of the Swordsman Guild's Balton Fortress Branch. Looking at the two people on the field, the old man couldn't help but say, "Young Master Dongfeng's opponent is not simple. He has been giving in to Young Master Dongfeng for so long to make him familiar with his Feng-Chasing Sword Technique. His sword skills are not low. He uses one sword technique a hundred times, all of which are different tricks. Even I don't have this ability."

"President, you said that your benefactor is giving in to Brother Dongfeng." The old swordsman next to him came to his senses and couldn't help but say to the old man.

"Yes, the two are the same in attack, but in terms of swordsmanship, even if Dongfeng's swordsmanship is a holy-level swordsmanship, he will lose within a hundred moves, because this person's swordsmanship is like being trained for thousands of times and has been immersed in decades, and it is not comparable to Dongfeng. This young master has been familiar with Dongfeng's swordsmanship, which will save Dongfeng a lot of time at that time."

"The wind dances wildly." This time, Chu Feng made Dongfeng Pori feel that he could not grasp Chu Feng's way at all. He immediately resisted several times, and no longer counterattacked him like before, but was constantly abducted by Chu Feng until the end of Chu Feng's sword appeared on his neck and couldn't help but close his eyes.

Recalling that Chu Feng had used a hundred moves, but he could not grasp its path. A sword technique was demonstrated hundreds of times, even a fool could remember that suddenly the moves that Chu Feng fought with him flashed one by one. The same moves were completely different, just like a move composed of six numbers of 123456, but Chu Feng still had those moves 123456, but 123456 kept changing positions, but the moves remained unchanged. Why is this happening? Will the position of 123456 become another move once it changes? Why is that move?

One process, if one wrong step is made, it will fail. Even if he did it according to the original steps, Chu Feng was like messing up different steps, and the result was the same. In half an hour, he saw that Dongfeng Pori's face had been twisted together. Chu Feng couldn't stand it, so he took out a piece of barbecue, and didn't even look at it. He took out a dagger and peeled it on it. The barbecue that flew directly into Chu Feng's mouth.

The sound of eating was a little harsh to everyone. The old swordsmen and the other two frowned. Now Dongfeng Pori was obviously enlightened, or was Chu Feng taking him in, but at this critical moment, Chu Feng wanted to do this. Why? Do you regret it? Just when the old swordsman was about to stop him, he saw the old man stop him and pointed at Dongfeng Pori.

Looking at Dongfeng Pori, he stared at Chu Feng's hand tightly, but he had no idea about Chu Feng's eating meat. He couldn't help but wonder. Chu Feng's hand was slicing randomly on the barbecue. He couldn't help but look at the old man, but the latter also shook his head.

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