"When I broke through the barrier, although the gatekeeper was very powerful, he had never used any swordsmanship. But today, why did the gatekeeper change his past behavior and suddenly display such terrifying swordsmanship?"
"Why didn't Shen Chenfeng block it?"
Outside the Babel Tower, the crowd was already in an uproar.
Zhou Tong and Sun Buwei were even more anxious and sweating profusely.
"how so?"
Zhou Tong's eyes were panicked and he said: "Zhang Ruoli has been very well-behaved all these years, but why did he suddenly kill him today? Could it be that this remnant of his soul has also been infected by demonic thoughts?"
"impossible."
Sun Buwei shook his head like a rattle and said: "His demonic thoughts are sealed on the eighth floor of the Babel Tower, and there is absolutely no possibility of escaping."
"In this case, why did Zhang Ruoli kill him so painfully?"
Zhou Tong looked around anxiously and said: "Shen Chenfeng, that is your only hope. What if he has any shortcomings?"
Sun Buwei clasped his hands together, a silvery light rising in his eyes.
But his body trembled suddenly, the silver light in his eyes disappeared, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, saying: "I use the soul sound transmission technique to communicate with Zhang Ruoli. But this guy doesn't know what happened. Not only did he refuse He communicated with me and dispersed my spiritual thoughts."
"This is how to do?"
Zhou Tong looked at the mirror in confusion, with no idea in his mind.
"It seems that I can only go there in person."
Sun Buwei snorted coldly, and an extremely powerful aura burst out from his thin body, saying: "Don't worry, no matter what happens, I will never let anything happen to Shen Chenfeng."
At this moment, a burst of exclamations suddenly broke out from the crowd.
"Oh my God, what is this?"
"What a terrifying swordsmanship."
"This time, Shen Chenfeng is completely finished."
Everyone looked at the mirror and saw Zhang Ruoli swinging his long sword, a sword light that was extremely condensed, slashing out like crazy.
Even though they were separated by the mirror, everyone could clearly feel how terrifying the power of that sword was, as if it was about to roar out of the mirror.
Sun Buwei felt even colder in his heart, his eyes turned black, and he almost fainted.
Sword Art of Creation!
This is Zhang Ruoli's famous swordsmanship, and its power is extremely terrifying.
Even with his strength, there is no absolute certainty that he can take this sword. What's more, Shen Chenfeng is only at the third level of the Spiritual Void Realm?
It's over.
Sun Buwei felt severe pain in his heart, and Shen Chenfeng was completely finished.
At the same time, inside the Tower of Babel.
The terrifying sword light flashed crazily in the space, and almost instantly, it reached Shen Chenfeng and killed him with incomparable ferocity.
"Get out of the way!"
Until then, Zhang Ruoli reacted suddenly.
However, it was too late.
The terrifying sword light swallowed up and instantly overwhelmed Shen Chenfeng's body.
Zhang Ruoli opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at the remaining sword light, his body trembling crazily.
What am I doing?
Although Shen Chenfeng was disrespectful to him, as an elder who had been practicing for decades, no matter how angry he was, how could he kill a junior?
The original intention at the beginning was that he just wanted to hone Shen Chenfeng's sword skills.
But in the end, he actually killed Shen Chenfeng.
For a moment, Zhang Ruoli's heart was filled with annoyance and regret.
But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Three moves."
These two short words made Zhang Ruoli's body tremble violently.
He suddenly turned around, looked at the cold-faced young man behind him, his eyes were surprised and happy, and said: "You are not dead?"
"The sword strike just now only hit my residual image."
"I said, if you want to kill me, you are not qualified."
Shen Chenfeng walked forward step by step, his aura getting stronger and stronger, and said: "Now that the three moves have been passed, I will show you what the real swordsmanship is."
Click!
A sword energy filled with sharpness, strength and surging energy turned into the shape of a crescent moon and charged towards the front crazily.
Wherever it passes, nothing is indestructible and nothing is indestructible.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
Zhang Ruoli's eyes were shocked, and his body subconsciously retreated.
He has practiced and repaired swords all his life and loved swords as much as his life, but he had never seen such a powerful swordsmanship.
So sharp and so surging.
In comparison, his Creation Sword Technique is like child's play and cannot be compared with Shen Chenfeng's sword.
boom!
Just when Zhang Ruoli was shocked, the crescent-shaped sword energy flashed away from his body.
He only felt a lightness in his body, and his whole body became blurry, as if it was like a cloud of smoke that might disperse at any time.
But instead of feeling sad, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.
"good very good!"
"I, Zhang Ruoli, think that my swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, but I didn't expect that I have become a frog in the well and was defeated by a junior today."
"But even though I lost, with you here, Xuantian Sect's swordsmanship will not be cut off, and it will even become stronger and more prosperous than before."
"In this case, I can leave with peace of mind."
Zhang Ruoli's body has collapsed, leaving only a pair of eyes, as bright as stars, saying: "Young man, at the end, can I know your name?"
"Shen Chenfeng!"
Shen Chenfeng put away her sword and said coldly.
"Good name, I will remember you."
boom!
The body like smoke collapsed, leaving only a faint sigh that echoed in the space.
"Yan'er, have you seen it?"
"You said that the way of swordsmanship is cut off and there is no way out. But today, someone even more powerful appears."
"We were all wrong."
As the sigh fell, the hazy smoke condensed and formed a simple long sword.
Shen Chenfeng held the long sword in his hand, and he could clearly feel a mysterious aura flowing and turning on the sword.
"Flying sword magic weapon."
Shen Chenfeng stroked the hilt of the sword, and saw the word "smoking" engraved on the end.
I just don't know whether the word "Hanyan" is the name of a person or the name of a sword.
"Although you are a bit arrogant, you are still a swordsman after all. It is an honor for you to be defeated by me. I will accept your gift for the time being."
Shen Chenfeng turned his palm over and put the flying sword magic weapon into the Ten Directions Ring.
Just as he was about to leave.
Sudden!
A mysterious formation suddenly appeared at Shen Chenfeng's feet.
Before he could react, the entire formation moved quietly, rising countless rays of light, wrapping around his body and disappearing in an instant.
I don’t know how much time passed.
The surrounding scene gradually became clearer, and Shen Chenfeng appeared in an extremely gloomy hall.
This hall is somewhat similar to the Tower of Babel, but the surrounding walls are covered with complex patterns, like stars that flicker and fade.
"It's a seal!"
Shen Chenfeng was startled and looked subconsciously.
I saw a thin figure sitting in the center of the hall.
That’s right!
He is not a statue or a shadow, but a real person.
Surprisingly, it is Zhang Ruoli!
But what was different from the past was that his face was cold and his eyes were vicious. He was completely different from the remnant soul, and his whole body conveyed a dark and ruthless aura.