At this time, Zhan Zifeng held an umbrella with his left hand and a sword with his right hand, emitting a kind of intent that makes people feel unstable.

There are more than ten disciples, the great sword master with the highest level and the seventh level of cultivation.

However, even if Zhan Zifeng is only at the fifth level of the Great Sword Master, he has defeated two Tianxingshan disciples who are at the ninth level of the Great Sword Master.

"Damn it, haven't the sent out come back yet?"

This disciple is one of the more outstanding disciples from the mountain, Wu Qiu's Great Sword Master level 9. He didn't come forward at this time because he was not sure.

He had already asked someone to inform his senior brother who was going up the mountain.

Unexpectedly, this man could break through the mountain gate with his own strength.

The disciples who went down the mountain would inevitably be punished by the senior brother who went up the mountain.

Zhan Zifeng looked around and saw that the people who surrounded him looked like they were facing a great enemy, feeling helpless.

"I'm here to find Brahmacharya, so you can't find someone to bring a message?"

At this time, one of the disciples sneered, "Who do you think you are? Elder Ninth did not meet you as soon as you say."

Zhan Zifeng wrinkled slightly and looked at the road leading to the mountain. It was gentle and tortuous, with figures flowing. It seemed that here and in the distance were two worlds that did not intersect.

"It seems that I can only break through."

When the figure moved, he actually walked through the surrounding people and headed towards the path up the mountain.

Wu Qiu was stunned and came back to his senses and looked ferocious, "Stop him!"

The three people who were the first to pass by each used their sword skills, but the sword shadow was approaching, and Zhan Zifeng blocked the umbrella in front of him. The sword shadow sword skills fell on the black umbrella, and strange array patterns appeared instantly, wrapping up the attacks and eliminating them.

All swordsmanship is useless.

"How could it be?"

Another person, his body was as fast as lightning, instantly slapped forward, slashed Zhan Zifeng's black umbrella with a sword, and suddenly a force came over, lifting the man's body away.

Sword skills are useless and close attacks cannot work. Isn’t it invincible?

"That magic weapon made of black umbrella can't even cut off the second-level spirit level sword weapon!"

Everyone was frightened and worried. How could they stop this person?

At this time, Zhan Zifeng put the black umbrella together, and his handsome and delicate face appeared in everyone's sight, looking so calm.

Walking up the mountain, no one stopped him. At this time, Wu Qiu looked around and saw the cowardice of the people around him, and suddenly felt a sense of shame in his heart.

How could a person who can enter the Daoshan where the elders are located besides the sect and whose talent and potential are recognized? How could he bear such a great humiliation?

Immediately, my face turned fierce, and my figure flashed before Zhan Zifeng's advance. With a sword, Zhan Zifeng's pupils shrank, and suddenly the sword energy surged wildly, and his body moved and he actually avoided it.

Wu Qiu seemed to have expected that this moment, a sword technique would be released.

Sky Walking Slash, Blue Scroll Advanced, Slashing Fencing Skill.

A huge sword shadow slashed down. Zhan Zifeng opened the black umbrella defense, but was also shocked by the falling slash through the black umbrella's force and his arms were numb.

Taking advantage of the situation, a counterattack sword technique was reflected by the dark mirror. Two light curtains, one left and one right, and a figure that was exactly the same as Zhan Zifeng, except that he did not hold a black umbrella, and the rest were exactly the same. This also surprised Zhan Zifeng a little, and it also confirmed that the black umbrella was indeed extraordinary.

Wu Qiu suddenly felt nervous. Unexpectedly, Zhan Zifeng could use this kind of clone technique that could have combat power. Looking at the other two figures, they were also level 5 of the Great Sword Master, and there was no difference between strength and weakness at all. In other words, he had to fight three people with one person's strength.

No chance of winning.

He retreated quickly, and two clones approached, and was still in shock. When he thought he was about to die, two figures came.

Zhang Yuchen and Mu Chunfeng, the former is ice and the latter is fire. Their attributes are pure. Suddenly, a sword technique defeated the two clones. Zhan Zifeng's dark mirror reflects, and the sword technique is cracked for the first time.

Looking at these two people, they were both about the same age as theirs, but the aura they showed was at the ninth level of the Great Sword Master.

These two people appeared, and the big rock fell in everyone's hearts, and the two kings of ice and fire in the sky.

After verified combat power, he was judged as the king.

"Who are you? Why did you attack the disciples of Benshan?"

Zhang Yuchen looked bad and questioned Zhan Zifeng. He had a cold tone and looked like frosty. His face looked slightly ordinary, and his face was extremely cold.

Before Zhan Zifeng could answer, the other person, Mu Chunfeng, came with a hot breath.

Blue Scroll Advanced Sword and Tianyan Sword. Although three sword shadows burning with fire failed to hit Zhan Zifeng, they also blocked Zhan Zifeng.

At this time, Zhan Zifeng seemed to be in an oven, sweating like rain, and a slight fire-attributed sword energy invaded his body, entangled with the dark attributes in his body, and faintly suppressed his dark attributes.

"It's worthy of being the Yan King, Mu Chunfeng, defeating the enemy with one move."

Wu Qiu sighed.

"It's still this hot temper. Forget it. I'm leaving this to you. I'm too lazy to interfere."

As he said that, Zhang Yuchen stepped aside and looked like he was watching a show.

Zhan Zifeng tried and slashed the sword shadow that blocked him with a black umbrella, but it soon healed again after it was cut off.

Mu Chunfeng's sword energy is very large, and the origin of the sword energy attribute has even been tempered by true fire. It is extremely powerful, and it does not mean that it can be destroyed by slashing.

"Brother, don't look helpless. I'm very embarrassed when you are like this. I'm bored and want to have some fun. I can't help but want to tear your bones if you are like this."

The disciples of Tianxingshan who were watching the battle around him couldn't help but feel cold when they heard Mu Chunfeng's words. With the consequences of those who broke through the mountain in the past, they could only give Zhan Zifeng a sympathetic look.

"Dark Mirror, Devour!"

Zhan Zifeng condensed three sides, and the mirror-like light curtain faced the three burning sword shadows. In the black mirror, a strange air flowed, and a suction force was emitted, dragging the three sword shadows into it.

"It's a couple of tricks!"

Mu Chunfeng was approaching immediately and stabbed out with a sword. The sword weapon he used was the third level of the spirit level. Zhan Zifeng used a black umbrella to low-end, but the sword weapon could not be stabbed in. But the penetrating force knocked Zhan Zifeng out.

It is worthy of being a great spring breeze. In front of the king-level combat power, Zhan Zifeng's methods seem to be incompetent.

Zhan Zifeng stabilized his body, then drew the dark attribute sword energy in his body and used his sword technique.

Dark Meteor!

One left and one right, the ancient light array condensed, and two dark star dusts flew out, killing towards Mu Chunfeng.

Mu Chunfeng smiled jokingly, and two sword shadows slashed over. In the middle of the journey, the sword shadow suddenly became shattered, and accompanied by the phantom like smoke and mist approached with the sword.

Such changes were hidden in the dark star dust, which was unexpected.

All the methods of retreat cannot be used.

The feeling of the body being penetrated, the pain came one after another, and I could only protect the key points calmly and let the body be destroyed and broken...

Zhan Zifeng saw that he was penetrated by the sword shadow dozens of times, but the laughter on his face disappeared without a trace. His cold eyes were like a sharp sword. Looking at him, he felt like he was stabbed.

The ice king next to him was flowing cold in Zhang Yuchen's body. People who were closer could truly feel the cold wind blowing.
Chapter completed!