Chapter 953: Zixiao Sword Sect, Ouyang Feng

( ) With a flick of his fingers, a ray of radiant sword energy turned into a rainbow and shot towards the lasing. It was so powerful that it could pierce mountains and crushed rocks.

Xiao Chen's complexion sank, he turned around quickly, and the Moon Shadow Knife moved forward, using his body as a knife, and when he raised his hand, the precious knife came out of its sheath, its sharpness was wanton.

jump!

The fierce sword energy hit the scabbard, making a crisp sound, like a broken sword, turning into pieces of sword light and dissipating, without hurting Xiao Chen at all.

With ease, he blocked the aggressive sword aura of the Zishan swordsman. This scene immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Hey, he is actually a master. It seems that he is really playing the field. But he picked Ouyang Feng from the Zixiao Sword Sect, and he chose the wrong person."

"Xuan Yu's younger generation, Ouyang Feng is one of the young talents who have the most potential to be on the Sword Sect list. Except for a few disciples trained by the Sword King himself, there are not many who can beat him."

"Mr. Feng, you really have sharp eyes, and you can see it at a glance. This white-clothed swordsman has evil intentions, and he came to Zhujianfeng to make trouble. After a little testing, he will show his feet and hide his secrets."

"Mr. Ouyang, the sword intent has reached the peak of 90%, and the sword soul is almost condensed. Maybe it will be received by Master Situ."

"Master Situ's rules are really strange. Watching people forge swords, if you don't have a relationship with swords, you won't even give Emperor Wu face."

"Master Situ, he is a character who can even forge magic weapons. He is fully qualified not to give Emperor Wu face. It's almost as good as the King of Kings."

All kinds of discussions kept going, Xiao Chen heard it in his ears, and couldn't help but smiled wryly, how deep is this swordsman on Zhujian Peak's prejudice against swordsmen.

Xiao Chen said calmly: "Your Excellency, you don't need it. I've been forced to do so. I'm not here to forge swords, nor to play some kind of game. I just ask the master for something."

Ouyang Feng said in a deep voice: "I was tempted by one move, and you dare to quibble. I really think that all the swordsmen on Zhujian Peak are blind. If you don't get out today, I will beat you out."

Taking a step forward, Ouyang Feng jumped out of the queue and pressed tightly towards Xiao Chen.

The purple shirt danced, and the sword array under Ouyang Feng's feet spread out, ring by ring. If you look carefully, you will find that this is a large sword formation composed of ninety-nine and eighty-one small sword formations.

The sword array is intertwined, and eighty-one sword lights dance back and forth in the formation of flying purple air, deriving a powerful sword intent, infinitely approaching the sword soul.

And Ouyang Feng, who was in the center of the formation, was full of sword aura. With a single step, he pulled countless sword auras in the sword, as if he was the king of swords.

This is the famous Zixiao Sword Art of the Zixiao Sword Sect. It is a kendo master of the Zixiao Sword Sect. It evolved from the Sword Domain. It looks faintly similar to the Sword Domain.

Ouyang Feng held the long sword in his arms, walked step by step, and pressed towards Xiao Chen, the sword wind whistled, and the momentum was overwhelming.

The back door is a cliff, as high as 10,000 ren, he used this to force him, obviously wanting to drive Xiao Chen away in this decisive way.

Xiao Chen felt helpless, sometimes, the more you don't want to cause trouble, the more trouble will come towards you.

He backed down repeatedly, and the other party not only didn't appreciate it, but went too far. He was obviously forced to fight back, but he was slandered... smeared, hiding his strength, and having bad intentions.

If the guy in front of him hadn't come out of Zhujianfeng for the sake of resurrecting Jiaojiao, Xiao Chen wouldn't need to be polite to him.

A ray of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but Xiao Chen still endured, the sea of ​​consciousness between his brows opened, and the purple thunder talisman rotated, deriving a spring thunder that resounded in the sky.

Wuque Dao of the Sword, Four Seasons Wuque, the Sword of Spring!

With a thought, the peach blossoms fell, and the sky suddenly turned into a pink space. Looking up, the long river made of petals stretched for ten miles.

The fragrance of the flowers is tangy and fragrant, and the pink petals all contain Xiao Chen Xiaocheng's sword soul.

The spring is full of vitality and vitality. On the hillside, those flowers and plants bent by the sword will stand up and bloom, and they are soaring.

In the depths of the peach blossoms, Xiao Chen stretched out his hand to pinch them, thousands of peach blossoms gathered into a peach tree branch, and on the branch, there were seven or eight flower buds, ready to bloom.

With a wave of Xiao Chen's hand, the peach branch pierced through the murderous sword intent, and inserted into Ouyang Feng's Zixiao sword array with a thud.

The spring thunder rang again, and the seven or eight flower buds on the branches bloomed with the thunder, blooming proudly amidst the biting sword energy.

Ninety-nine and eighty-one small sword formations, one after another, stopped functioning, forming a large formation interlocking with each other. It was suppressed by some more powerful force and stopped functioning.

Ouyang Feng's face turned pale, the Purple Night Sword Art was running crazily in his body, but the sword formation under his feet just didn't obey his orders, being suppressed by that little peach blossom, he couldn't move.

Ouyang Feng, who was in the center of the deep sword formation, couldn't help but gloomy, stretched out his hand and drew his sword, and raised his leg to kill.

"I advise you not to move. The ninety-nine and eighty-one sword formations have been completely destroyed, but they just happened to be suppressed. If you move one step, this balance will be broken immediately."

"Be the first to bear the brunt, you in the eyes of the formation, not only have to face your own Purple Night Sword Formation, but also face my Spring Knife, and you will die in a moment."

When the mountain wind hit, Xiao Chen held the Moon Shadow Knife and said calmly with a blank expression on his face.

"You bastard, where did you come from? I'm an elite disciple of the Zixiao Sword Sect. How dare you offend me at Zhujian Peak. I really don't want to live anymore. I thought I would be frightened after all this bullshit."

It was so easy, but Xiao Chen took a shot to calm him down, Ouyang Feng was full of demeanor, and began to curse.

"Nephew Ouyang, don't move!"

There was a shout, and at the foot of the mountain, there was an old man with a long sword on his back. After one step, there was a clear and clear sword chant sound, his body was as straight as a sword, and the sound was still floating, he had already arrived at the mountain peak.

Xiao Chen's heart moved. The person who came was a swordsman at the level of a grand master. Looking at Xiao Chen with a glance, the sword light was as real as it was.

But Xiao Chen possesses the soul of a sword, and his willpower of immortal thunder has reached 40%. Although his momentum is not as good as that of the opponent, he will not retreat so easily.

With a straight body and heels on the ground, Xiao Chen remained motionless, looking directly at this person without any hesitation.

Ouyang Feng, who was in the sword formation, was stopped by the old man's words, and after checking it, his back was dripping with cold sweat, and he was very frightened.

What Xiao Chen said was true, he knew best how powerful his Zixiao Sword Formation was, and the power of the peach branches that could suppress the Zixiao Sword Formation would only be more terrifying.

Superimposed in twos, there should have been an earth-shattering aftermath, but because of the ingenious placement of the peach branch, a delicate balance was formed.

Once the balance is broken, what kind of consequences will happen to him in the sword array, I shudder to think about it.

Seeing the old man coming, Ouyang Feng hurriedly said as if seeing a savior: "Uncle Diao killed this guy and rescued me."

As soon as this remark came out, the expressions of the swordsmen queuing up on the mountain couldn't help but change drastically. What Xiao Chen said turned out to be true, a piece of peach tree branch broke through the Zixiao Sword Formation and suppressed Ouyang Feng so much that he dared not move an inch.

Beside the closed main gate, the martial artists who entered and exited the small gate were also attracted by this scene.

"Your nephew was offended just now, please remove the restriction." The old man surnamed Diao ignored Ouyang Feng's words and looked at Xiao Chen's words.

He is a swordsman at the level of a grand master, and his eyesight is not comparable to that of Ouyang Feng. He can tell at a glance that Xiao Chen is merciful.

Ouyang Feng's life and death are all controlled by the other party's thoughts, and he even ordered to kill Xiao Chen, which is simply seeking death for himself, how can the old man surnamed Diao listen to him.

Facing the old man whose sword intent was as surging as the ocean, Xiao Chen said calmly, neither humble nor overbearing: "Xiao's original intention was not to fight for strength. Since senior speaks, then I will let it go."

As soon as the words fell, the small peach blossom in the sword formation exploded together with the boundless sword energy in the Zixiao sword formation, turning into peach blossoms all over the sky, spinning and dancing in the air.

Among the petals, there was the sound of swords contending, and thousands of petals fell like raindrops, embellishing Zhu Jianfeng's charm flawlessly.

"Die to me!"

Without restraint, the long sword in Ouyang Feng's hand was unsheathed in an instant, and the man followed the sword, turning into a purple rainbow light, and rushed towards Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen had expected it a long time ago, and there was no confusion at all. Thunder halos appeared in circles behind him, and thunder roared from heaven and earth. Holding the Moon Shadow Knife, he pulled it lightly.

Then he pushed aside the extremely vicious Jian Guang who came in for a surprise attack. The body took a step forward, holding the scabbard, and pointed towards Ouyang Feng's back between the lightning and flint.

clang!

Ouyang Feng formed a sword array at his feet, turned around in a hurry and blocked Xiao Chen's sword.

With the knife out of its sheath, Xiao Chen developed the perfect way of the sword, using his body as a knife, and the unsheathed Moon Shadow Knife in his hand was integrated with his body, and he swung it lightly.

Fanning towards Ouyang Feng's face, the angle was extremely tricky, Ouyang Feng quickly backed away.

Xiao Chen's movements are free and easy, like an antelope hanging horns, flying around in the sky, piercing through the Zixiao Sword Formation, relying on his sword skills alone, it is difficult for Ouyang Feng to move an inch.

The old man surnamed Diao couldn't stand it any longer, he took a step forward, and pointed at the sword. The surging sword intent burst out continuously, and immediately blasted Xiao Chen out.

"Little friend, stop here, don't force people too much."

Xiao Chen backed away, groaning silently, the old man's words were not fair at all, which made him feel very uncomfortable, but if it can make a big problem smaller, that's fine.

"Bastard, you beat me and still want to leave, get the hell out of here."

There was another sword chant soaring into the sky, just as Xiao Chen turned around, Ouyang Feng rushed out from behind the old man and flew up into the air. Ninety-nine and eighty-one sword formations formed in the void in all directions of him, forming a mighty pole arrangement.

Looking up, you can see that the sky is full of purple sword lights, and the momentum is huge.

Ouyang Feng was in the sword formation, the light was dazzling, the sword intent in his body rose infinitely, and he slashed towards Xiao Chen with a single sword.

The spiritual consciousness is scattered around all the time, and Xiao Chen can sense it immediately when there is a turmoil, and responds extremely quickly to Ouyang Feng's attack again.

The peach blossoms bloom, the summer sun rises, the autumn wind blows, the winter snow falls, all seasons are perfect, all kinds of scenes flash around Xiao Chen one by one, and the cycle of reincarnation is endless.

He was in it, motionless like a mountain, with his saber out of its sheath, he also slashed out a saber and went up to him.