mtl008 Chapter 139 Yan Lingji Comes to Help
Chapter 139 Yan Lingji Comes to Help
Xuan Jian smiled sinisterly: "Not bad Qinggong, not bad swordsmanship, you make me more and more excited."
Xuan Jian's momentum surged again as he spoke. The blood color in his eyes became more and more intense. His body was surrounded by black air, and the two swords in his hands roared.
Mu Feng's white robe fluttered, his aura was stable, the Yin-Yang Technique was running quickly, and his aura was unmatched. The two auras continued to fight in this space.
The rich true energy was erupting and competing, and a violent storm raged, shattering all the tiny objects around it. Tables, porcelain, etc. all exploded at this moment.
call out!
call out!
The two men attacked at the same time, as fast as lightning and as violent as thunder. Their figures left afterimages. The men in white and black kept fighting in the air. The two figures, one black and one white, flashed constantly and crossed back and forth. The swords kept colliding, and the sword energy burst out. The sword energy was raging, and the collision between the swords produced bursts of fire and sparks, and there was a fierce collision.
Xuan Jian's swordsmanship combines both fierceness and femininity. He is proficient in both one-handed and two-handed swords. He is also a top master who has mastered both internal and external skills.
After years of refinement, the swordsmanship has gradually returned to its original simplicity. The sword is plain, but the killing moves are fierce. It is ordinary, but the murderous intent is hidden.
This feeling made Mu Feng feel that he was full of flaws. A simple sword could exert twelve times the power. Sometimes he would feint and the black sword would come to kill him. Sometimes the two swords would combine to break through with a tremendous force.
Possessing super strong physical skills, the two fought with fists and feet, and Xuan Jian was not at a disadvantage. The two were evenly matched. It was simply that a tank and an assassin developed at the same time. They were commonly known as meat thorns. They were difficult to hit, but the damage was high.
Bang!
Every time the two collided, there would be a huge sword sound, as loud as thunder, and at the same time it would carry a powerful recoil force. If it were not for the two of them having strong true energy and strong bodies, the recoil force would have caused them considerable damage.
Mu Feng's sword was completely integrated into the sword technique of the immortal from the sky. It was cold, lonely, and sharp. His sword technique was soaring through the sky. His sword technique was continuous, gentle yet fierce, full of murderous intent, and penetrated the heaven and earth.
Paiyun Palm, Fengshen Leg and Tianshuang Fist converge and merge under the Three-Point Return to Origin Qi, bursting out with 200% of their power. Every move is surging, unstoppable and overwhelming.
Xuan Jian's figure flashed quickly, he roared, and his body moved like a locomotive, with his two swords coming to kill.
clang!
Mu Feng swung his sword to block, his whole body tensed and he stood firmly on the ground. Xuan Jian's attack had no effect on Mu Feng, and he was instead bounced several meters away by the recoil force.
Xuan Jian was not angry but happy instead. He really liked this kind of battle, which allowed him to have a thrilling fight.
The two swords merged, black true energy surged, and the two sword energies, one black and one white, complemented each other to form a sword blade hurricane around them, and the surroundings were constantly shaking.
With the propulsion of true energy throughout his body, the black sword chopped vertically, and at the same time, the white sword flipped and swept horizontally. The two swords cooperated tacitly, one vertical and one horizontal, cutting through the sky and the earth.
Mu Feng kept swinging the sword with his right hand, infusing the sword with true energy, making the sword ring continuously, while his left hand attacked alternately with fist or palm.
The two men passed each other in all directions, clashed with three swords, fought with bare hands, and killed with their legs.
Xuan Jian's killing moves were continuous, his eyes were bloodthirsty, and his expression was cold and grim: "Countless souls have died under my sword, so don't run away."
"Be a good soul and be killed by my sword."
Xuan Jian crossed his two swords, and the black shadow moved instantly, swooping down to kill.
Mu Feng pushed his strength, speed, spirit and swordsmanship to the extreme. All the energy in his body burst out and he slashed down with his sword at an angle.
Bang!
Bang!
The two figures left a trail of afterimages and met in an instant, their swords collided, and sparks flew.
The figures collided in the house, the two sword energies kept colliding, the two sword intents burst out, the sword intents intertwined, and the black and golden light enveloped the two of them.
The true energy around Mu Feng and Xuan Jian surged, and the air rushed, forming a spiral state. One was gold and the other was black, and it was a 50-50 match. Neither of them could do anything to the other.
The true qi swirled and gushed, interweaving and spiraling upwards. The surrounding ground collapsed, and debris, wood chips, and broken tiles were blown into the air by the true qi and were then ruthlessly crushed.
The cyclone forms a terrifying vortex that swallows up all the weak.
Mu Feng and Xuan Jian were still infusing their true energy, and their aura had already covered the entire house.
Mu Feng was steady and composed, his expression unchanged, and they were evenly matched in this competition.
Xuan Jian held two swords in his hands, his hands were steady, his momentum was surging, and his body was constantly gathering strength.
Xuan Jian is worthy of being the combat power ceiling in Jiuge. He can beat the twin swords of Guiguzi and fight against the twin swords of the Son of Destiny alone.
In terms of his cultivation, swordsmanship, and experience in killing, he is totally incomparable to Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie.
The two were very lucky to be able to keep their names in front of the black and white Xuan Jian three years ago, because three years ago, the white sword shattered, leaving only a black sword, and Xuan Jian's combat power had at least decreased by half, and with this, he beat Guigu and the other two like grandsons.
The two were on the verge of life and death, and were forced to use a combination of skills to barely kill Xuan Jian.
Xuan Jian now holds the black and white swords in his hands. He is a complete form, a complete form after three years of killing. The black sword and the white sword are combined into one, a killing skill. Needless to say, Guigu and the other two will definitely be beaten again.
Sudden.
The room darkened. Mu Feng and Xuan Jian fixed their eyes on each other. The surrounding lights quickly went out, leaving only the bright moonlight.
The next moment, a fiery red figure appeared brilliantly. With a wave of her jade hand, the flame turned into a long dragon and killed towards Xuan Jian's back.
Mu Feng's expression was shocked, and the pressure suddenly decreased. It seemed that Xuan Jian knew that he could not maintain a stalemate. Mu Feng shook the sword at the same time and slapped out with a palm.
Xuan Jian flew to avoid Yan Lingji's flames, held his two swords horizontally in front of him, and then a palm was launched down. Xuan Jian tried to block it hastily and was knocked several meters away.
The fiery red figure quickly came to Mu Feng's side, wearing a fiery red long skirt with black embellishments. The fiery red belt around the waist perfectly outlined the slender waist.
The graceful, round and slender legs, the thin and smooth calves, and the delicate, smooth, tender and moist skin and bones make her look really graceful.
Her long black hair was draped behind her, and her hair was piled high on her head, leaving bangs hanging vertically on both sides. Her delicate face was full of worry.
Mu Feng's expression was slightly tense, and he said in reproach: "What are you doing here? It's very dangerous here."
Yan Lingji looked at Mu Feng and found that Mu Feng had no hands. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I am worried about you and don't want you to get hurt again."
Obviously, the last time Mu Feng was injured left a trauma in Yan Lingji's heart.
Mu Feng's expression froze, and he didn't know what to say.
Since Yan Lingji is coming, Bai Yifei will definitely not give up. Mu Feng has already felt the astonishing cold air approaching, targeting Yan Lingji and himself at the same time. This time, Bai Yifei will definitely kill him.
Now Yan Lingji has become a master under Mu Feng's transformation, but she is by no means a match for Bai Yifei.