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The sword in Can Feng's hand, under the infusion of his spiritual power, suddenly grew in size, and in an instant it became taller than others. It swallowed the green-purple sword light and struck the demon cultivator's red flying sword.
At the moment when the swords met, the demon cultivator once again held the red flying sword. The two of them exerted force at the same time, and a roar rippled through the mountains, accompanied by a powerful wind.
Can Feng just shared a spiritual power with Zheng Lin to help Zheng Lin stabilize his figure in the air, but this spiritual power did not belong to Zheng Lin, and he could not control it. At this time, the strong wind was raging, and Zheng Lin was blown away.
Laoyuan. Fortunately, this group of spiritual energy is in the shape of a halo and dissipates very slowly, allowing Zheng Lin to float in mid-air for a long time.
The edge of the knife was facing the tip of the sword, and there were red and purple spiritual power halos on both sides. Can Feng and the demon cultivator did not move at all for a long time, but their faces were stern, and both hands were pouring spiritual power into their respective magic weapons in order to make the other party
Back away.
This attack is completely a contest of strength and skill. There is currently no winner, and everyone seems to have some remaining strength.
Zheng……
A sound of sharp weapons rubbing against each other suddenly spread. Can Feng and the demon cultivator flew away after a stalemate for a while. They were both surprised at the strength of their opponents, and at the same time, their fighting spirit was even stronger than Fang Cai's.
As if to show respect for the demon cultivator, Can Feng stepped back, gently waved the purple-manged sword in his hand, and introduced himself.
"Hmph! Only if you beat me can you be qualified to know who I am!"
However, the demon cultivator did not buy Can Feng's blame and did not respond politely. After speaking, the demonic spiritual power in the demon cultivator's body once again increased by three points, and his whole body was like a huge glowing blood mass.
In fact, it was the demon cultivator who realized that his skill was insufficient and retreated first, while Can Feng realized that judging from the opponent's skill level, the demon cultivator should only have the strength of the early stage of Two Souls.
Although Can Feng is at a higher level than the demon cultivator, he only has a slight upper hand in the competition of skills.
When the demon cultivator's momentum soared for a moment, he actually rushed towards Can Feng very quickly. What was originally a ball of red light turned into a thin red line in an instant. The speed was so fast that Zheng Lin could not see it clearly with the naked eye.
Can Feng had just won the skill competition with a slight advantage, and he was secretly proud of himself. But when the demon cultivator increased his speed, he was suddenly shocked——
Even though he is usually proud of his speed, even though he is much faster than the ordinary two souls in the middle stage, but at this time, it is difficult to lock on to the demon cultivator, whether it is the naked eye or the mind, there are only red lines in front of him.
Flashing around.
"To be able to force Shangguan Yun to use the double swords to draw thunder and kill demons is really not an easy task. This speed is probably three points faster than me! Since we are competing for speed, it seems that I am not too bad.
!" After Can Feng calmed down, he squinted his eyes and thought.
Can Feng didn't move and actually closed his eyes. With his eyes, he could only see the afterimage left by the fast speed of the demon cultivator. It was better to close his eyes. At this time, the observation of spiritual thoughts was the most reliable.
The Soul-Destroying Knife hovered above Can Feng's head, and the afterimages left behind by the rapid flying of the demonic cultivator overlapped together, as if countless demonic cultivators were flying around him.
After a while, a dazzling red light flashed behind him, and Can Feng's stern face, with a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, actually smiled, and then he suddenly disappeared from where he was.
"Huh?" the demon cultivator let out a strange cry. His long sword actually stabbed in the air. At the same time, there was an explosion of air above his head, which was obviously an attack coming down from the air.
Without raising his head, the demon cultivator's figure flew out again, and Can Feng's soul-cutting knife struck the air.
"The speed is good, but if that's all it is, it's still a close call!"
The demon cultivator had already flown far away, floating a hundred meters away, and commented in a strong tone.
Can Feng's expression remained calm. Although his speed, which he had long been proud of, was only good in the opponent's eyes, he had extremely rich combat experience and would not be affected by any words from his enemy.
"I admit that your speed is amazing. When you were in the early stage of Two Souls, you had such strength that you could definitely dominate the entire world of immortal cultivation. But the difference in skill cannot be underestimated. I am afraid that you will return in vain today."
Can Feng replied slowly and leisurely, if the other party didn't move, he wouldn't move either.
Those who are slow can only attack later! This is one of Can Feng's fighting principles, and it can also be regarded as experience.
"haha, really?"
For some reason, the demon cultivator's old voice suddenly turned into a female voice, and her laughter was crisp and sweet.
The sudden change made Can Feng a little confused, and the demon cultivator also took advantage of his brief absence to attack.
This time the speed was faster, so fast that Can Feng lost consciousness for an instant, and the demon cultivator's long sword had already pierced through his body-protecting spiritual power. Fortunately, his defensive armor protected him in time and withstood most of the long sword's attacks.
force.
This speed was actually three points higher than before. After the first blow failed to achieve any great effect, the demon cultivator retreated decisively. After dodging, he swung a sword light at Can Feng's right hand.
Feeling the cold breath from the red sword, Can Feng broke out in cold sweat. Seeing another attack on his side, he immediately raised his sword to block it, but his sword fell into the air again, and suddenly there was a burst of life behind him.
pain.
"No, this demon cultivator is 30% faster than me. We can't compete with him anymore!" Can Feng was already a little afraid of the demon cultivator's speed. After making up his mind, he decided to change his strategy.
Can Feng's back was hit by the demonic cultivator again, causing him to fly forward for more than a thousand meters.
Without turning around, Can Feng estimated that the demonic cultivator must be chasing from behind. He just kept flying with all his strength, and after a thousand meters, he suddenly raised his figure several feet higher. Sure enough, when he jumped up, a red streak flashed under his feet.
streamer.
"The Heaven-Breaking Style of the Overlord Sword Technique!"
As soon as the demonic cultivator stabilized his body, he heard a roar in the sky, and then a purple sword slashed down in the air like a bright horse.
In the sky, Can Feng's whole body was filled with purple light like the sun, his face was extremely solemn and solemn, his hands were tightly holding the handle of the Soul-Severing Knife, and purple spiritual power was still gushing out from the tip of the knife.
The purple spiritual power that surged out from the tip of the knife gathered together in an instant and condensed into the shape of a knife, which was a hundred feet long, and its momentum shocked the surrounding areas.
Before the sword light was completely cut down, the mountain peak beneath its feet collapsed under the impact of its huge momentum. Rumbling sounds continued to be heard from below, and a deep trench appeared directly on the ground.
"Heir of the Tyrant Sword!"
Feeling that he was strangely locked by the opponent's energy, the demon cultivator once again exclaimed in a female voice. Without thinking too much, the demon cultivator did not dodge, and a red light suddenly flashed in his eyes. In an instant, both eyes were filled with blood red.
The color of his body was actually rising as the sword light approached.
