Chen Bufan sneered, "It sounds nice, it's just a piece of waste."

"Xuanyuan is the sword of the holy path, full of righteousness and naturalness. To put it bluntly, Minghong Sword is just an evil thing, and there is no comparison between the two."

"Boy, I have lived for so long and have lived in vain? I don't know that good and evil are not important, the strongest is the king." Feng Canyun looked at him disdainfully.

"I don't think your sword can surpass my sword."

"Let's wait and see?"

"good!"

"The Ming Hong is a thousand miles." Feng Canyun danced his long sword and slashed down vertically.

The sword is soaring into the sky, and the red light reflects half of the sky.

The violent anger roared, overwhelming.

"The fairy sword asks the sky!"

The two started a battle of weapons.

In any case, there will be a victory or defeat today, and one will die.

"boom!!!!"

The sword energy and sword energy collided strongly, and the sky roared.

The sound is louder and thousands of miles.

No wonder Feng Canyun was able to kill people even higher than the level. His swordsmanship is rare in the world. It is not only exquisite, but also has unparalleled destructive power.

His strongest thing is not his fists.

But a knife!

"Immortal Sword Kills the Sky!"

"The world is full of bright terrain!"

The two of them fought each other one by one, one after another.

No one is false.

The destruction of Luo Fei City is beyond recognition and unsightly.

Although fighting in the air, the losses suffered on the ground were as heavy.

If it were underground, a city would have been gone long ago and was completely destroyed.

It's a terrible sight.

"The fairy sword splits the sky!"

The eighth style of Xuanyuan.

"Minghong dominates!"

Feng Canyun has also reached the eighth form.

I saw a crack in the air vaguely.

I don't know if it was an illusion or some reason.

"The fairy sword opens the sky! Open it for me!"

"Minghong divides the land, give me the difference!"

The light of a hundred meters is even longer, and the scene is shocking and cannot be expressed in words.

"Boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The two of them went all out, and no one hid their weaknesses.

No one restrained his strength.

Suffocating and depressing, alarming operation, and extremely timid power.

The world of the martial world seemed to be unable to accommodate them, and could not stand the domineering true energy that competed with the sky.

After one move, the two flew backwards at the same time.

It also falls at the same time.

Like a wounded goose, falling straight down.

One person broke more than a dozen towering trees in a row, each of which was as thick as a bucket.

Another person hit the mountain, the mountain swayed, and huge rocks rolled down.

The human figures are clearly visible, with dense cracks and spreading irregularly.

"Wow!" Chen Bufan half-kneeled on the ground and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

His face was extremely ugly.

It's ridiculously bad.

The wind and clouds are roughly the same, and they are not much better.

Blood flowed out from the corners of my mouth and never stopped.

"So strong, but I can't lose." Feng Canyun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were scarlet. "I longed for an opponent with equal strength, but he couldn't beat me, he couldn't!!!"

What kind of bullshit psychology is this? I don’t understand!

Since it is a perfect match, it is hard to say whether you win or lose.

This guy won't be mentally abnormal.

"The wind and clouds are in danger, next year's day will be your festival." Chen Bufan stood up again.

The heavy rain kept falling.

None of the weakening.

The body-protecting true energy disappeared at the moment when the two of them fell from the air.

In the blink of an eye, my clothes were wet and my hair became knots.

"Haha, don't even think about killing me!" Feng Canyun stood up, his eyes as sharp as an eagle and falcon.

"Then let's see the truth."

"Boy, have you used up all your tricks?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Don't understand?" Feng Canyun sneered, "I have a second move, but I haven't used the final power yet."

"Impossible!" Chen Bufan was unwilling to believe it.

"Hahaha, it's impossible? I will let you see it."

Feng Canyun put a big hand on his hand, and the Minghong sword inserted on the ground returned to his hand.

"Ah!" Feng Canyun shouted, holding the hilt of the knife tightly with one hand and the tip of the knife with the other.

He used all his strength and all his skills, and with just a click, Minghong's sword broke.

He actually broke the magic weapon of the same period as Xuanyuan.

Although it shows that Hongdao is relatively poor, it is formed consciously with the remaining waste and has not been forged by secret methods, its materials alone are in a world of nowhere, and it is difficult to find in the world.

Perhaps the world today will never be found again.

With the destruction of the long sword, a red breath penetrated into Feng Canyun's body.

What is that?

Evil energy? Demon energy? Or hostility?

Chen Bufan didn't know, but Feng Canyun had a huge change.

The true energy has skyrocketed and has been increasing.

The eyes, which were already red, are now like a pair of red lanterns, terrifying.

The hair is radiating, like a madman under the storm of the strong wind.

With a loud roar, the sounds are surging, and the mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away.

Chen Bufan took two steps back, his forehead frowned very deeply, and the character Sichuan was formed between his eyebrows.

How to describe Feng Canyun’s current state?

Monster? Demonization?

To be precise, he doesn't look like a person now.

Being controlled by the anger, being controlled by the red gas, or being combined into one.

"Chen Bufan, I will send you on the way." Feng Canyun said.
To be continued...