Few people who looked long-faced young men on stage recognized them, but this person was truly Nascent Soul cultivation, and his body was filled with the pressure of the early stage of Nascent Soul.

"Lingyu Tower, Qian Feng."

The visitor hugged his fists and said his name, he was actually a master of the Nascent Soul in Lingyu Tower.

Although the Yan family is recruiting son-in-law, the masters of Lingyu Tower can still participate in the battle.

"Senior Brother Qian..."

Seeing this person appear, Master Yan Yu was a little surprised and moved.

Qian Feng is not only a master of the Nascent Soul in Lingyu Tower, but also has another identity, he is Yan Hongshan’s eldest disciple and Yan Yushi’s senior brother.

This great disciple of Lingyu Tower is extremely low-key and rarely travels around the world. He goes to Lingyu Tower all day long.

As Yan Hongshan's eldest disciple, Qian Feng always cared for Master Yan Yu like his own brother. When Master Yan Yu was punished by his father, Qian Feng was punished for Master Yan Yu more than once, and even suffered from Yan Hongshan's beating.

Qian Feng and Master Yan Yu have a very good relationship, but it is not a relationship between men and women. Qian Feng has already married. This time he went on stage not to compete for the son-in-law of the Yan family, but to bear a fatal game for his junior sister.

Although Qian Feng is taciturn on weekdays, he is the one who knows Master Yan Yu best in Lingyu Tower.

He had already seen that the young junior sister's battle to defend the battle must fight with her life.

As a senior brother, he couldn't watch the young junior sister fight to the death with the middle-stage master of Nascent Soul.

Even if you have to fight to the death, you have to fight Chen Tianluo's strength a little. Otherwise, once the Quansheng Chen Tianluo faces Yan Yushi, the latter will have no chance of winning.

Being willing to be a stepping stone, even if you lose your life, is the decision of this senior brother Lingyulou at this time.

"Who am I supposed to be? It turns out to be the eldest brother of Lingyulou."

Chen Tianluo smiled contemptuously and said, "You are not my opponent, not thirty years ago, and not now."

Thirty years ago, Chen Tianluo and Qian Feng fought.

At that time, both of them were in the early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivation. Qian Feng was defeated and suffered a severe injury. It took countless pills to improve after raising them for a year.

Thirty years later, Chen Tianluo was already in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, while Qian Feng was still in the early stage of the Nascent Soul and had almost no chance of winning.

"It's only after comparing whether you are an opponent."

Qian Feng was not good at speaking and looked behind his back with his hands.

clang...

The sound of the sword being unsheathed rang out, and Qian Feng pulled out two sharp blades from the void behind him.

Double swords.

One green and one purple.

One big and one small.

One wide and one narrow.

The big sword is nine feet taller than a man. The blade is shining with green light, and the heavy blade has no edge.

The knife is nine inches shaped like a dagger, forged in copper all over, and is extremely sharp.

Qian Feng has a characteristic of taking action.

He always only used one knife.

The two swords were all out, which showed that Qian Feng planned to fight to the death.

"These two knives are still the ones, your knives are too dull."

Chen Tianluo smiled and never looked down on Qian Feng from beginning to end. He waved his hand and sacrificed a series of flying swords. In the blink of an eye, the sky above the ring was completely filled with sword light.

Both of Qian Feng's swords are top-grade magic weapons. After years of sacrifice and refining, they are famous among the top-grade magic weapons.

The countless flying swords activated by Chen Tianluo are all low-grade magic weapons. Although their power is far less than that of the top-grade magic weapons, they are better than enough to have three hundred blades.

Three hundred flying swords fell like rain, and the roar of the sword was like a huge wave.

In the center of Jianyu, Qian Feng held a knife in both hands, blocking the left and right, a small knife protecting his body, and a big knife broke through the rain, flipping like a crazy dragon in the swordyu.

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Flying swords that were shaken by the two swords hit the ground one after another, making a harsh sound.

If you want to see the battle of the Nascent Soul clearly, your eyesight is test. Low-level monks can only see flying swords like rain and double swords like dragons. They can't see Qian Feng's real moves clearly, but they just watch lively.

Only in the eyes of a real strong man can we see clearly Qian Feng’s methods of taking action.

"Block one knife, cut one knife, he will use two swords to cut three hundred flying swords."

Chang Sheng whispered secretly, although his cultivation level was not there, his eyes were still there, and his eyes, which had been refined by the Pupil Technique for many years, were much sharper than ordinary people.

"The opponent gave out three hundred swords, and he gave out six hundred swords. This guy is fast enough, good-looking, so beautiful!" Gou Zhi clapped his hands and praised.

The Nascent Soul fight is indeed beautiful and exciting, but Chang Sheng saw Qian Feng's determination in this wonderful experience.

The top-grade double swords can indeed break the lower-grade hundred swords, but as the leader of the Tianfeng Sect, Chen Tianluo will have many treasures on him. Once he takes out the top-grade magic weapon or even the best magic weapon, how can Qian Feng resist it?

If Qian Feng is defeated, no one dares to resist Chen Tianluo, a middle-stage master of Nascent Soul.

Subconsciously pinched his hands, Chang Sheng became more and more worried about Master Yan Yu.

With a divine thought, he arrived at the pharmacy space again.

"How can we integrate, and whether the heart of the Nascent Soul can be refined with the yin and yang mysterious energy? If it succeeds, it will be born, and if it fails, it will be dead..."

Always born in hesitation.

It’s not that he is indecisive, but that he is really unsure and has no experience.

He didn't know what the consequences would be if he used the yin and yang mysterious energy to refine the heart of the Nascent Soul.

But he was very clear that this Nascent Soul Heart, which was about to break when touched, was related to his own life and death.

Chang Sheng on Fuyao Peak became empty in his eyes, his mind sank into the pharmacy space, and the beggar beside him kept shouting loudly, shouting for the battles on the ring.

He likes fighting the most, especially the Nascent Soul fight. He is very devoted to seeing Gouji, and he waves his fists from time to time, just like he is on the stage himself.

Most of the monks around were sweating for Qian Feng.

All three hundred flying swords were broken by Qian Feng, and hundreds of them were damaged, but Chen Tianluo did use the top-grade magic weapon next.

Among the three hundred flying swords, there is an extra top-grade flying sword.

This sword is a heavy sword, with cold iron all over the body and extremely fast speed.

Bang!

The heavy sword and the heavy sword intervened, and the surging spiritual power exploded.

Qian Feng's figure took two steps back. He had practiced the body refining method and could hold a knife with his body, but the heavy sword force he used to exert was so powerful that he could barely resist it.

Just as he was about to use a short sword to destroy the body of the heavy sword, Qian Feng's hand holding the sword had already poked out, and the purple sword had already waved. However, the blade hit the body of the heavy sword, but a strange light curtain.

Bang!!!

The sharp purple knife returned for the first time without success.

Not only did he return without success, a gap appeared on the blade.

Although the gap is not big, it indicates that there are flaws in this top-grade magic weapon.

The light curtain that collapsed the purple knife out of the gap gradually faded away the flowing light, and a heavy shield appeared, covered with pearl-like decorations, looking like stars in the sky from a distance.

A breath that surpassed the top-grade magic weapon was circulating on the heavy shield.

"The best magic weapon, Tianluo Shield..." Qian Feng hid the purple sword behind him and hid his right hand that was trembling with a slight shock.

"I said it long ago that your knife is too dull."

Chen Tianluo smiled and suddenly disappeared from the spot. The next moment, two identical Chen Tianluo appeared in front of Qian Feng and behind him, one raised his sword and the other held the shield, and at the same time attacked Qian Feng.

The method of clones, the shield and sword arrive together.

Faced with Chen Tianluo's full-strength attack, Qian Feng did not dare to neglect and endured the injury of his right hand to fight back.

The spiritual power of the two powerful Nascent Souls surged wildly, and a roar of wind appeared on the ring, followed by a roar of shock.

Blood splattered in the sky.
Chapter completed!