Jian Wufeng was deflated and naturally felt very unhappy.
"Boy, you are so ambitious that you dare to play tricks on me! I must tell grandpa about this and let him take care of you!" Jian Wufeng threatened.
Li Hanxue was fearless and said calmly: "Please do it."
Jian Wufeng was taken aback and stared at Li Hanxue with interest, "This guy is not afraid of grandpa's name. It's interesting. In this case, I can't embarrass grandpa, so I will put down my dignity and deal with you personally. With all my heart
Be grateful, I rarely hit people myself."
Jian Wufeng grabbed the void with his right hand: "Here comes the sword!"
Hundreds of streams of light came from the sky and poured into Jian Wufeng's palm.
A strange-shaped blue long sword appeared. The sword had no edge and stepped on the seven stars. The body was like a phantom. The sword thrust out. The sharp blade burst out with cold light and suddenly appeared in front of Li Hanxue.
The sword blade was less than an inch away from Li Hanxue's right eye!
Qingluo was shocked: "Sword Scoundrel won't get angry out of shame and really want to kill others, right?"
Qing Ling smiled and said: "Jian Wufeng is a measured person and will not make random mistakes. He just wants to regain his face."
"Armor of murderous intent!"
Li Hanxue's gaze condensed, and she condensed ten rays of murderous aura into a murderous aura, blocking it in front of her.
This inch is like an insurmountable barrier. A sword without an edge is really like a blunt sword without an edge. It cannot penetrate it no matter what.
Jian Wufeng was surprised: "What kind of move is this? Such a strong defense, it can actually block my sword! But I can also defeat you."
A cold light flashed in Jian Wufeng's eyes, and the blade in his hand suddenly flashed with a pure and transparent white light. His sword force instantly broke through the armor of ten murderous auras condensed with one element of murderous aura, and stabbed Li Hanxue's eyeballs.
"No, look at it like this. Sword Rascal is really going to kill people here!" Qing Luo was shocked.
To be honest, Li Hanxue was also quite surprised. Although he did not try his best and only used ten rays of one-yuan murderous aura to condense the murderous aura armor, but even the armor of ten rays of one-yuan murderous aura condensed into murderous aura was impossible for ordinary saints to break away.
But Jian Wufeng did it.
"This guy is not mediocre."
Li Hanxue did not panic. The moment the sword blade reached his eyeball, his body moved half a step backward, and the distance was just right.
Any less and your eyes will be stabbed.
When Jian Wufeng saw this, he was shocked, even more shocked than his own sword being blocked.
"This man...this man is so confident! I can't do anything to him."
Jian Wufeng grabbed it with his right hand, and the azure phantom sword immediately exploded into light spots all over the sky and disappeared.
In this fight, anyone with a discerning eye can tell who is superior and who is inferior.
Jian Wufeng is not someone who is obsessed with winning or losing. He took the initiative and did not get any advantage, nor was he angry. Instead, he smiled and said: "Your Majesty's methods are really brilliant, I admire you! I wonder if you would tell Jian your name?
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"Tell you, and then you tell your grandfather Jian Wuyi?" Li Hanxue said with a smile.
"Your Excellency, you are joking. I, Jian Wufeng, am an upright, seven-foot-tall good man. How can I be the kind of person who bullies the weak?" Jian Wufeng looked upright.
Qingluo sneered: "How can you, a scoundrel like you, still be a good man?"
Li Hanxue sighed and shook his head.
"If I guessed correctly, this should be Zhang Ranran, the Holy Son of Tianming from Tianwu Sect, right?" At this time, Wei Xuetong stood up and said.
Li Hanxue was shocked: "How did you know?"
"The story of Holy Son Tianming sweeping through the Four Great Sects has long been spread among the major sects. I heard that Holy Son Tianming wears a mask and never shows his true face, so I guess you are, but I didn't expect that you really
He is the Holy Son of Tianming." Wei Xuetong's eyes sparkled.
Jian Wufeng stared at Li Hanxue with a strange look in his eyes: "So you are the Holy Son of Tianming, no wonder you can catch my sword."
Jian Wufeng suddenly felt much more balanced.
Sisters Qing Ling and Qing Luo also looked surprised when they heard this.
Li Hanxue's single-handed sweeping of the four major arenas has never happened since the Tianwuzong was founded.
Such a rare thing was passed down from hand to mouth and was soon known to other giants. On the surface, the relationship between the giants was harmonious, but in fact, secretly they were fiercely confrontational. Each giant had lurking eyes in other giant sects.
For powerful martial arts masters, other giants will know about it immediately.
Wei Xuetong, as one of the top three masters in the Wild Martial Realm of Yuehuang Holy Land, pays great attention to outstanding figures in the same realm, so it is not surprising that he knows Li Hanxue.
Qing Luo stared straight at Li Hanxue: "Are you really the Holy Son of Tianming?"
Li Hanxue nodded slightly.
Qingluo's eyes suddenly brightened, and an unpredictable smile appeared on her face.
Qing Ling knew this sister very well, and as soon as he saw her look like this, he knew what she wanted to do.
Qing Ling quickly took Qing Luo's hand and said: "Qing Luo, don't mess around. The meeting of the Holy Lord will be over soon. If you make any mistakes, how will I explain to the master later?"
"Sister, do you really not believe in my strength?" Qing Luo's eyes were filled with fighting spirit.
Qing Ling said with a solemn expression: "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that Holy Son Tianming's strength is not what he boasts. He has swept the four major arenas by himself. From ancient times to the present, he is the only one in the Tianwu Sect who can do it. I'm afraid you are not his.
opponent."
The more Qing Ling said this, the stronger the fighting spirit in Qing Luo's eyes became.
"Sister, don't worry. Since everyone knows their identities, I believe that Holy Son Tianming will show mercy to me and be merciful." Qingluo said with a smile.
When Jian Wufeng heard this, he immediately became unhappy: "Sister Qingluo, don't be impulsive. If you are injured somewhere, my husband will feel very sorry for you. Leave the matter of sparring with Holy Son Tianming to me.
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"Sword Rascal, you have nothing to do here. Get out of the way and don't block me."
Qingluo bypassed Jian Wufeng and walked up to Li Hanxue with a hint of provocation: "Sir Tianming, little girl Qingluo, please teach me! I hope you can fight me with 100% of your strength!
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Li Hanxue stared at Qing Luo with a serious look on her face with interest, but did not speak or make a move.
"Sir Tian Ming, why don't you take action?" Qing Luo deliberately provoked Li Hanxue, "Are you afraid of me? Afraid of destroying the Tianwu Sect's sign of being number one in the Wild Martial Realm? If this is true, then Qing Luo will be disappointed.
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Li Hanxue just said: "Yeah."
Qing Luo was immediately stunned, and Qing Ling and Wei Xuetong were also shocked. According to those rumors, Holy Son Tianming was very tough and domineering. How could he give in in front of others? This is really contrary to common sense.
Li Hanxue knew very well that this girl Qingluo was very competitive. If there was a fight, Qingluo would not be able to win against Li Hanxue.
This is where Li Hanxue has a headache. If Qingluo loses, given her character, she will definitely pester Li Hanxue and continue to challenge her until she wins.
So Li Hanxue simply felt inferior. Anyway, the two of them had already been friends and it was no big deal.
However, this made Qingluo even more angry: "Sir Tianming, do you look down on me?"
"That was not my intention. I'll take my leave now."
Li Hanxue's body flashed and disappeared. It was impossible to chase him.
Qingluo was so angry that she stamped her feet.
Jian Wufeng said: "Sister Qingluo, please calm down. Holy Son Tianming is gone. Isn't there still a husband who can spar with you? Hey, how about we go to Qingyun Inn tonight to spar?"
"Go away! You scoundrel!" Qing Luo kicked Jian Wufeng on the butt.
Jian Wufeng screamed: "You have murdered your husband, you have murdered your husband."
Qing Luo simply ignored Jian Wufeng. The more she paid attention to him, the more this man was like a monkey climbing a tree, trying to get further.
"This Holy Son of Heaven and Ming is even more hateful than a scoundrel swordsman. He dares to look down on me. You'd better not meet me again in the future, otherwise I will definitely let you know how powerful I am."
Qing Ling and Wei Xuetong smiled bitterly and shook their heads.