Chapter 663 Defeat

The hum of the sword blade swaying through the air echoed in the early morning drizzle. The golden raindrops were scattered by the sword energy. The ink marks were like scars on the heaven and earth. However, the man standing between the endless sword marks had no trace on his body. Dirty.

"It's very strong!"

Putting his index finger against the sword, Feng Xue took a deep breath. Although they briefly entered a state of stasis, their consciousnesses were rapidly clashing.

In Feng Xue's field of vision, red dots were changing rapidly, intertwining into thin lines in the air, but when he wanted to touch them, he found that he could only chase a wisp of reverberation.

But the sword transformed by his will was also oppressing the man in front of him. Although the sharp attacks were only in his imagination, every change of energy would make him adjust his movements.

First, or also called pre-reading, in the thinking of the two, endless solutions are intertwined with each other. At the beginning, the passer-by emperor would still open his mouth to explain a few sentences, but gradually, he closed his mouth , because at this time, even passers-by who knew nothing about swords could clearly see that countless afterimages were intersecting between the two people facing each other five meters apart.

It was not an entity, it was just a fantasy in the minds of the two people. It was not even a structure. It was just the collision of possibilities of ideas, which had already intertwined the corners of this shocking battle.

The transparent world has unfolded, Feng Xue's consciousness is ethereal and pure, and a feeling of being looked down on begins to spread to the surroundings.

The dazzling red threads in the sky gradually began to become clearer, and each red dot was also dyed with a little bit of gold.

Unlike the pure swordsman in front of her, Feng Xue held in her hands not just a sword, but a pen and ink, and the world was just like a canvas!

then……

The ink marks between heaven and earth suddenly flashed, and every sword Feng Xue had swung before was reproduced at this moment.

The man who was just fine-tuning his figure suddenly took a step forward, the sword light shook open, and the dragon's mouth outlined by countless ink marks suddenly closed.

A dragon roar exploded between heaven and earth, and the golden wind and drizzle that wet the clothes suddenly turned into long swords and shot towards the ink dragon. However, Feng Xue himself was already holding his breath at this time. During the almost pause, he raised his hand.

The countless threads finally intertwined into one point, and a golden glow emerged from his figure.

It was as if a beam of light fell from the sky and completely intersected with the ink-dyed sword in his hand, and what the sword pointed at was the red light on the swordsman's body!

bite--!

A crisp sound suddenly exploded, and Feng Xue's expression suddenly changed. The red light spot suddenly disappeared, replaced by a flash of bright silver piercing from the ink dragon's eyes!

His body shape changed, and Feng Xue suddenly turned into a wisp of breeze and suddenly flew back. However, when he stood still, a sword mark still appeared from his left shoulder to his right waist.

Blood splattered, but the swordsman did not pursue him. He just flicked the edge of the sword to shake off the blood from the tip, with a hint of surprise and joy in his tone——

"Not bad swordsmanship, but you are not a swordsman. Use all your skills!"

"Oh, that's really rude." The scars on Feng Xue's body slowly healed, and a black halo of light condensed on his head like a crown. The white knight's shirt was dyed black, and the brilliance of the morning sun mixed with the golden raindrops. A golden cloak was woven around his body.

Although it looks like just a change of clothes, every thread, every piece of cloth, and every decoration on this body is a collection of cutting-edge technologies in biological science and mechanical engineering.

Yes, this is the evolved [Montage (Splicing)] that absorbed the Yellow King's cursed coat, armed color domineering, virtualization and other extraordinary abilities!

Holding his left hand empty, he took out a mask from the rain. As the faceless mask covered his face, a chant-like tone came out of Feng Xue's mouth——

"Come, King in Yellow!"

His aura suddenly changed. If he was originally an elegant knight, now he was the devil who ruled the world.

Just the power emanating from it made it difficult for the onlookers to stand, and even dead objects creaked in the violent aura.

The ink dye in Feng Xue's hand suddenly disappeared, leaving only a wisp of ink color in his hand.

In the sky that had not yet been completely lit up, nine stars suddenly shone. Corresponding to the falling starlight, Feng Xue's body burned with starlight.

Seeing that Feng Xue was ready, the Sword God took his stance for the first time, with his feet on the T-shaped position, the tip of the sword hanging slightly, but a sharp light shone in his eyes. He looked at Feng Xue and suddenly said:

"Su Changfeng."

"Feng Xue." Feng Xue reported his name as if he was blessed, and the next moment, a long sword stabbed him.

There was no sword light, no special effects, and even the sound was inaudible. There was only an extremely ordinary stab, but Feng Xue's extraordinary intuition almost exploded.

The ink-colored palm was broken into pieces, as if a giant bear was roaring behind him.

The sword edge bypassed the fist and pierced Feng Xue's heart. However, Feng Xue turned away three inches as he had expected. His left palm directly pressed against the sword edge and pushed forward. As the blood dyed the sword edge red, his five fingers also touched the sword. The hand holding the sword grasped the hilt.

The right fist that had been clenched swung sideways, and there was a faint sound of shattering along with the dreamland.

"Uh-huh!"

A finger suddenly touched Feng Xue's right fist, and a hole appeared on it.

Watching the sword blade of the man cutting his left arm, Feng Xue's lips moved slightly, and ink appeared behind him, but the next moment, the faintly formed words disappeared again, and the world suddenly froze with the blackness in front of his eyes.

…

"Huh... It's a long-lost feeling!"

Waking up in reality, Feng Xue recalled the man's swordsmanship and still felt frightened. He even felt that if he recalled it again, the wound would reappear on his body.

But it was just an illusion after all, and it gradually faded after a short period of calm.

In fact, if you have to say it, Feng Xue still has at least three trump cards that he has not used, but he still hasn't activated them.

In the end, it was just an attempt, and there was no need to use some skills that might cause burdens. Secondly, because there were two dangerous enemies after the Sword God, Feng Xue's ultimate move could not be used frequently even in the Dreamland, so he simply suppressed his desire to win.

"Speaking of which, this Su Changfeng should be one of the stronger ones among the kings, right? The last finger was a bit like facing an old man..."

Recalling the sword finger of Su Changfeng that pierced his [Emperor Chariot], Feng Xue couldn't help but exclaim again. From a certain perspective, he even felt that this sword god was much stronger than the Star Ring Creator he had fought before.

But if you have to compare...

"I guess he can't beat the Rainbow Cherry Creator, and he's far behind the old man. If he ranks third, there are at least two kings in Wangjiang City who are stronger than him. I wonder if he can reach the level of the Rainbow Cherry Creator..."