Chapter 1507: 3 Consecutive Victories!

Appearing on the sword-questioning stage was a male disciple with eight-character eyebrows. The eyes under the thick eyebrows were unstoppably sharp. Wherever the eyes looked, the air was silently separated to the two sides.

"It's Junior Brother Feng Qing."

Yuan Kong looked at the disciple with the eight-character eyebrow, and put down his raised right foot.

Sword Master Huoyun stretched out his hand to stroke his beard, with a smile on his face, "It seems that you don't need to make a move."

Feng Qing, like Yuan Kong, is also a disciple of Huoyun Peak. His cultivation base is comparable to Yuan Kong's. Although the realm of sword intent is not as good as Yuan Kong's, he has also been promoted to the Dacheng realm not long ago. His strength is in the middle of the younger generation of silver swordsmen. The standard is not comparable to that of the previous two Yuhua Peak disciples.

Turning his head, Sword Master Huoyun smiled at Sword Master Yuhua behind him and said, "Yuhua, just watch the show."

Yuhua Sword Master Dai frowned slightly, and said expressionlessly: "I'm afraid...things won't go as smoothly as you think."

Sword Master Huoyun laughed: "My disciples of Huoyun Peak are all experienced in many battles. If we want to defeat such a worldly swordsman, we will be able to do so easily."

Sword Master Yuhua's face was slightly cold. This sentence undoubtedly meant that she was a disciple of Yuhua Peak, not as good as a disciple of Huoyun Peak.

"I'll wait and see."

The Yuhua Sword Master snorted softly, and looked towards the Sword Asking Platform.

As the Master of the Sword Tomb Hundred Swords, she naturally hoped that the disciples of the Sword Tomb would win, but at this moment, she hoped that Luo Feng could defeat Feng Qing even more in order to put an end to the prestige of the Sword Master Huoyun.

On the sword-questioning platform, the figure of the disciple from the Bazimeijian Tomb was straight, his sharp eyes fell on Luo Feng, and he said from aloof:

"Your strength is good. However, when you meet me, Feng Qing, your victory ends here."

Luo Feng smiled wryly from the bottom of his heart, the sword tomb disciples are really more arrogant than each other, but this is normal, in the sword tomb, even the silver swordsmen, the realm of sword intent is very good, in the secular world, they are famous sword geniuses. What's more, the sword is the king's weapon. Now the Zhenwu Continent respects the way of the sword. As a swordsman, there is more or less arrogance of self-admiration.

Glancing at Feng Qing, Luo Feng said indifferently: "It's useless to talk, let's fight!"

"Let's lose!"

Feng Qing was obviously not a talkative person, his eyes flashed brightly, he took a step forward, and halfway through the silver feather sword was unsheathed at his waist, his true energy surged, and blood-red flames burned on the sword,

A sword stabbed at Luo Feng.

After witnessing the previous two duels, Feng Qing didn't dare to underestimate Luo Feng too much. As soon as he made a move, he pushed his sword intent to the limit. When the sword came out, the flames were soaring, as if it was going to swallow Luo Feng completely.

"Xia Lei falls to the sky!"

Clang!

The Diyan Potian Knife was unsheathed in an instant, Luo Feng's eyes showed sharpness, and most of the momentum melted into the blade, and the knife slashed out with the momentum of thunder, facing the flame sword.

Xia Lei Yutian, who has integrated 80% of the general trend, has an earth-shattering momentum. Under the blade, the wind is surging, the thunder is intertwined, and a sword light like lightning is shot out violently.

Boom!

The flame sword gang and the sword light collided together, and the entire sword-questioning stage seemed to have an earthquake, shaking violently, the terrible shock wave, mixed with flames, erupted violently, scattered radiation, and knocked the surrounding blue light curtains into pieces. There were faint ripples.

brush! brush!

In the chaotic vigor, the two figures retreated at the same time.

Luo Feng retreated more than ten steps, while Feng Qing retreated hundreds of steps and still couldn't stabilize his figure.

There was a sound of breathing in vain, and all the sword tomb disciples present widened their eyes and stared at all this in a daze. The sword intent was perfect, and Feng Qing, whose strength was at the middle level among the silver swordsmen, fought against Luo Feng for the first time. He fell into an absolute disadvantage.

"It's impossible! This kid's general situation is clearly only 80% realm, how could his combat power be so strong!"

Sword Master Huoyun stood up abruptly from his seat, his eyes widened and his face was flushed red. Feng Qing is his disciple of Huoyun Peak, and he is very clear about the opponent's strength. Although Feng Qing's sword intent is not very stable yet, and its quality is far inferior to Yuan Kong's Fire Lotus sword intent, no matter what, This is all Dacheng Sword Intent!

Bacheng Sword Intent and Dacheng Sword Intent seem to have only one level of difference, but the difference in this level is worlds apart. If you must use a metaphor, then Bacheng Sword Intent is a blunt sword, and Dacheng Sword Intent is A sharp sword, the two are not the same. Because of this, seeing Feng Qing challenge Luo Feng on stage, he immediately became certain that Feng Qing would win this battle!

But the current situation made him a little confused.

Luo Feng, a swordsman who has not yet achieved great power, has the upper hand against Feng Qing, who has mastered swordsmanship.

It's just ridiculous! Ridiculous!

"Sword Master Huoyun, didn't you say that you disciples of Huoyun Peak who have gone through hundreds of battles can easily capture Luo Feng?" Sword Master Yuhua looked away from Luo Feng and smiled lightly.

"Hmph! The duel has just begun!"

Sword Master Huoyun's expression darkened, and he sat down with his sleeves thrown.

At this moment, most of the sword masters focused their eyes on Luo Feng, their faces solemn.

Sensing the surrounding atmosphere, the holy sword made Mu Qingxue smile.

"Accept me again, the spring breeze will be happy!"

brush!

Feng Qing was repelled with a single blow, and Luo Feng's figure soared into the sky, flying high into the sky. Taking advantage of the opponent's unsteady figure, Di Yan's Heaven Breaker came out of his hand, turning into a whirlwind of flames, flying out, unstoppable.

"His general state has not reached a great level, how could he be so terrifying!"

Feng Qing's heart was shaken, just as he stabilized his figure, when he raised his head, he saw a fire light approaching his eyes, he was so frightened that he was frightened, he hurriedly mobilized his true essence, and raised his sword to block it.

With a bang, Feng Qing was knocked out again, staggering.

brush!

Under everyone's astonished gazes, Beng Fei's Di Yan Po Tian Knife spun half a circle, as if it had its own consciousness, and slashed at Feng Qing again.

The successive attacks made Feng Qing at a loss what to do, he could only try his best to strengthen his protective qi, and used his sword to chop a layer of sword qi wall around him, trying his best to defend.

Jingle...

The crisp sound was endless, and in the blink of an eye, the Diyan Potian Knife collided with the sword screen more than a dozen times, and countless sparks burst out every time it collided, full of vigor.

Feng Qing, who was at a disadvantage, was tired of defending, trying to find opportunities, and wanted to solve the current predicament. As long as he can get out of trouble, he may not be unable to regain the situation.

Luo Feng obviously didn't want to give him this chance.

Bear!

In the middle of the sky, the golden flame on Luo Feng's body shot up into the sky, filling a large area of ​​the sky, it was exactly the Burning Heaven Monarch Step that was performed just now.

Boom boom boom boom boom...

Locking on Feng Qing's space, Luo Feng stepped down, and immediately, the entire sword-questioning arena was surging, golden flames billowed into the sky, and the air exploded layer by layer. You could see ripples like huge waves spreading out centered on Luo Feng. Extremely shocking.

Before the attack arrived, Feng Qing's body had already begun to twist, and his body was lowered inch by inch. The sword in his hand showed a thrilling arc, as if it would break at any moment.

brush!

Suddenly, Jin Yan disappeared, everything was calm, Luo Feng's figure flickered, and his figure lightly landed thirty paces away from Feng Qing.

Catching the Diyan Potian Saber that flew back, he raised his head and looked at Feng Qing.

"Do you want to compare?"

Feng Qing glanced at Luo Feng in astonishment, and then he exhaled heavily, cupped his fists and gave Luo Feng a sword salute, "Thank you for your mercy, I lost."

He had no doubt that if Luo Feng took that step just now, he would definitely be seriously injured, there was no other possibility.

"Luo Feng wins."

Sword Master Xingyun woke up from a slight trance, opened his mouth to announce the result, and stared at Luo Feng with a pair of beautiful eyes, trying to see something from him.

Three consecutive victories!

Thousands of people were present, but at this moment there was complete silence, and many sword tomb disciples were stunned.

In the previous two contests, everyone had already realized that Luo Feng was not an ordinary expert, but that was all. On the sword-questioning stage, both sides had the same level of cultivation, and the outcome was determined by personal skills and other trump cards. Feng, facing Feng Qing, who has a great sword intent, is undoubtedly at a disadvantage.

But the fact was unexpected, Feng Qing was still defeated like the previous two Silver Sword Master disciples, and what was even more frightening was that the other party also failed to survive three moves against Luo Feng.

For a moment, many Sword Tomb disciples looked at Luo Feng changed. Some Hundred Sword Masters present were also discussing in low voices.

"This Luo Feng is a bit different. Sword Master Huoyun, don't you think so?"

Sword Master Yu Hua settled his mind, and looked at Sword Master Huo Yun with a smile.

Click!

The corners of Fire Cloud Sword Master's eyes twitched violently, and the chalcedony teacup in his hand was crushed to pieces.

He even boasted to Sword Master Yuhua just now, Feng Qing defeated Luo Feng easily, now he is undoubtedly talking about himself.

"Yuan Kong, you go!"

Huoyun Sword Master said in a deep voice.

In fact, there was no need for his urging at all, because the moment Feng Qing conceded defeat, Yuan Kong couldn't help but climbed onto the sword-questioning platform.