"Chiriao River!"

Dao San was brave and domineering. With his hand raised, the sword behind him soared into the air, separated in the air, turning into three hundred and sixty leaf-shaped blades, like a river of swords, sweeping towards Lin Feng.

The Qianye Sect is famous for its Ye Blade in the heavens and worlds. It can transform into various weapons such as swords and swords, and can also evolve into magic circles. According to legend, the ancestor of the Qianye Sect, Qianye Sect, evolved into a Thousand-handled Ye Blade, whose strength is comparable to that of the Immortal Lord.

It can be said that this is an all-encompassing sect.

For example, if the sword three is used to transform the sword into the sword, if the sword five is used to transform the sword into the sword.

"It's interesting!"

Lin Feng shook his head slightly, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In his previous life, he traveled through the heavens and the world. He once met an old man who used this technique and practiced thousands of tricks with him before he could win.

Afterwards, both of them became friends who were old age.

He raised his hand slightly, and a golden hand appeared in the air, facing the Qianye Dao River.

"Haha, this local monkey really doesn't know how to live or die. He dares to take the third senior brother of Dao with his vulgar magic power, just seeking death!"

A Chiba disciple sneered.

"Um?"

The Saint Nichang frowned, but she had a bad premonition.

Clammed... Sparks splashed in the air, lightning and thunder were roaring.

The Thousand Blade River is like a chainsaw, cutting the golden hand wildly.

It’s a pity that the eternal hand evolved from the eternal divine power is known to be invincible, so how could it be so easy to defeat?

Dao San is known as the Holy Son and has cultivated 368 leaf blades. Among the younger generation of the Qianye Sect, those who are also considered to be outstanding have few defeats.

It’s a pity that he met Lin Feng.

The Thousand Blade River swept past, but it failed to erase the eternal hand.

"Ha ha.

You, a native monkey, are quite powerful and are qualified to let me kill with all my strength."

Dao San laughed wildly, but his eyes were filled with a hint of solemnity and surprise.

"And you are not qualified."

Lin Feng smiled faintly, hooked his finger at Dao San, signaling him to let the horse come over.

He looked calm and looked sideways. He didn't take the other person seriously no matter how he looked at him, with a kind of ignorance.

This was not done on purpose by Lin Feng, but only when he reached his level, he naturally would not take Dao San seriously.

But this is undoubtedly a great shame for Dao San.

Who is he? First of all, the descendant, and secondly, the best among the descendants. How dare a native monkey underestimate him?

"Bloody mist!"

The three swords exploded. In the rage, the leaves gathered and turned into a sky knife again. They held the handle of the knife in their hand, rose into the air, and slashed it with one knife.

Buzz... A sword with a blood-colored sword energy that was thousands of feet long fell from the sky, like an angry dragon, slashing down with endless rage.

Boom! The sword energy came very quickly, like a long rainbow running through the sun. With a loud bang, the ground exploded, and a huge crack of a hundred meters deep appeared.

The rocks collapsed and dust rose, covering the surroundings.

"Ha ha.

It would be worthwhile to die under the blood mist knife of Senior Brother Dao San."

The three Qianye Sect disciples sneered, a hint of relaxation and a hint of indifference appeared on their faces.

To them, killing a monkey is no different from trampling an ant.

"Diet?"

The Saint Nichang frowned, with a suspicious look, and was shocked by Dao San's strength.

The smoke dissipated and everyone stared at it, but except for the big crack, it was empty, and there was no bone of Lin Feng.

"Ha ha.

I think that the earth monkey must have been wiped out under the blood mist knife of Senior Brother Dao San, and there was no residue left..." "Sister Nishang, you can rest assured now."

...The Saint of Nichang breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of her mouth had just raised, but the next moment it solidified, her beautiful eyes showed a strong shock and incredible feeling, and she couldn't help but stutter.

"He, he..." Dao San and others looked in the direction of her finger, and their faces were full of shock.

A young man stood with his hands hanging down, with a faint smile on his lips, his spirit was bright and spotless, as if a true immortal was in the dust, indescribable ethereality and transcendence.

"You, you... are obviously locked by me, how could you avoid this knife?"

Dao San said shocked.

"That's what I want you to lock!"

Lin Feng spoke.

"No.

This is impossible!”

Dao San was shocked.

I thought you locked in... This sentence seemed plain, but it sounded like a thunder sounding in Dao San's heart, with a kind of indifference and an absolute confidence.

"Bloody color!"

"Blood light splits the sky!"

"The blood dragon comes out of the abyss!"

Dao San was furious and slashed out three times in a row.

These three swords were his most proud moves, and no one could stop him at the same level.

"The knife is good, it's so sloppy, it's just that your knife has a fatal flaw."

Lin Feng smiled indifferently, slowly stretched out his fingers, and a golden light flashed by, and a strange scene appeared.

Dao San's thousand-leaf knife actually cracked itself, turning into countless leaf blades, suspended in mid-air... The "original origin" separates, the knife energy fades, and is submerged in mid-air.

"This, how is this possible?"

Dao San, Saint Nichang and others were shocked.

What method is this? It's so magical. The soldiers actually dismantled the weapon of Dao San?

"How did you do it?"

Dao San cried out loudly.

What he was most proud of was his sword. More than 300 leaf blades combined with a strange array of transformed swords, which can be as good as he wants and can be invincible.

But now, when facing the enemy, he has lost his weapons.

This is definitely a great humiliation.

“Well.

I'll let you see what is the real...Chirai Array."

Lin Feng shook his head and sighed. With his hand raised, more than three hundred leaf blades flew up, rotated in the air, and formed an array. Each time he combined, golden runes appeared and then melted into it.

This is like a catalyst, which merges the blade into a furnace and turns it into a whole.

Boom! Finally, a three-foot-three-long thousand-leaf knife was suspended in the air, with golden patterns on it, like the texture of leaves, possessing life.

"This, this..." Dao San widened his eyes, completely stunned, and a legend appeared in his mind, a legend about the ancestor Qianye.

The Qianye Ancestor was in seclusion for a hundred years and melted a peerless divine sword with the Qianye Blade. On the day the divine sword was made, the ancestor finally broke through the ten thousand years of porch and stepped into the ranks of the Immortal Lords.

It was a sword that seemed to have life, with golden patterns, and the scene and aura passed down from it... was nothing like it was in front of you.

"Who are you?"

Dao San exclaimed again. He couldn't believe it or not, but an idea came to his mind. Is there anything in his mind that the person in front of him had to do with the ancestor Qianye?

"I'm sure, what is the real knife..." Lin Feng spoke, holding the new Qianlea's knife and slashed it out.

Buzz - Kill the Kyushu with one knife.

"What a terrible knife intent!"

Dao San has been playing with Dao for many years and is most sensitive to the intention of the knife. He smelled a trace of death.

"Get back!"

He shouted violently, and his eyes were in aroused fighting spirit, and a cold light shone forever.

At this moment, the world seemed to be trembling and everything crawling.
Chapter completed!