Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 522 Break through the Immortal Realm and become the champion
The sky in Yelun Xianyu is always colorful.

The whole world seems to be intoxicated in a cradle-like dream.

Yu Meiqi is just a source of trouble.

Yun Zhifan and Hou Yan were once young talents most qualified to marry Yu Meiqi.

This does not mean that they are the most powerful young talents in Yelun Immortal Territory.

What's more... under the fame, sometimes the original intention of fighting is not important anymore.

Just like now, the opponent Meng Xinghe faces is not Yu Meiqi's admirer.

It was the one hundred and eighth adopted son adopted by the mayor.

In name, he is still Yu Meiqi's elder.

In order to consolidate its dominance, some young cultivators with ordinary backgrounds but amazing talents were adopted as adopted sons, and they were bound by morality and kindness.

Tying these people to the wheels of the interests they represent is the usual method of the mayor.

To put it bluntly, it is actually just an offering from the Yu family, and there is still a big gap from the real core disciples.

The [-]th foster son of the mayor is named 'Yu Feihong'.

Twenty years ago, there was the name of Jiuxuan Ba ​​Dao.

After hearing that Meng Xinghe's saber skills are superb, his heart itch was already unbearable.

Now it happened that there was a reason to provoke, so he came to the door and challenged Meng Xinghe.

Of course, this is also someone who is deliberately provoking and pushing behind the scenes.

Meng Xinghe was like a catfish, turning the originally quiet pool into muddy chaos.

Lao Meng wants to fish in troubled waters, so naturally there are other people who want to see clear water in the pool.

It is clear at a glance who is doing the mischief and who is moving.

Meng Xinghe is handsome and flawless, his spirit is flying high between glances, he seems to be born divine, when he chooses to shine, no one can ignore his existence.

But Yu Feihong, who was standing opposite him, could only be regarded as handsome, but when he laughed, he had a kind of childlike purity.It's just that this kind of Yu Feihong is somewhat inconsistent with the name of the Nine Xuan Ba ​​Saber.

However, when Yu Feihong pulled out his own knife.

It is not difficult to guess why he has such a name.

Although the knife does not follow the path of lightness, but generally speaking, it is a short-range weapon, and it does not win by weight.

However, the knife in Yu Feihong's hand was seven feet long, heavy and thick, emitting a black light, and one could feel its astonishing weight from a long distance away, perhaps weighing at least one hundred thousand catties.

Such a knife, wielding it, of course makes people feel very domineering and difficult to resist.

Meng Xinghe didn't even frown, and he didn't even have extra greetings.

Because any pleasantries are unnecessary.

When he saw Yu Feihong, he knew... This is a long-lost pure sword repair.

Yu Feihong's devotion and dedication to the Dao of the Sword even surpassed the many sword masters he had seen when Lin Xi first became famous for the Dao of the Sword.

Because on his knife, there is no color of entanglement with fame and fortune.

It's not that fame and fortune will make the knife dull... A knife cultivator is not as awkward and hairy as a sword cultivator, but a purer knife, when wielded, it is more refreshing.With the knife of fame and fortune, it will be more vicious, but sometimes, it will be forced to become dull.

Raising his palm, Meng Xinghe swung his saber down. This is his respect for a true saber repairer.

With this knife, he seems to be attacking but also defending, and seems to be retreating but also seems to rush forward, which is really confusing.

In fact, he has comprehended the principles of the saber technique to the extreme, so that any of his movements are like a tendency, an attack.

Yu Feihong is much simpler, the Tyrannical Saber in his hand has a magical trajectory, and such a giant blade is as dexterous as an embroidery needle in his hand.

Every ounce of strength and every trace of arc is extremely precise, without the slightest deviation, let alone the slightest hesitation.

He didn't care about how Meng Xinghe used his saber, but just followed his original trajectory and went recklessly.

The styles of the two's moves are very different. It feels like two completely irrelevant people walking on their own roads, and then suddenly draw their swords and slash. It's like two spaces that were originally parallel and not intersecting. Suddenly there was a collision.

Ding!
There was a clear sound, sparks splashed everywhere.

The blade sticks to the blade and misses.

The two of them waved their sharp edges willfully and stubbornly in this posture like a chicken talking to a duck, and they had fought countless times invisibly.

Every time they fight against each other, the color of Liu Hong above the sky, the color of leaping, is a bit dim, and the magnificence above the sea of ​​clouds is also cleared.

Until later, the cloud and smoke almost broke through the shackles of space, and the brilliance refracted from outside the city of cultivating immortals, from the layer upon layer of annihilation secret realm, seemed to belong to the hands of the two of them. into the light of their hands.

In a hand-to-hand conflict, Yu Feihong seemed to be at a disadvantage.

Meng Xinghe launched an attack, like a violent storm without stopping, not giving Feihong any chance to breathe.

And Yu Feihong's figure turned into a feather like a feather, unbearable to the strong wind brought by Meng Xinghe, he was thrown away and retreated, avoiding the blade with a slight margin, and the giant blade in his hand was slashing wantonly. Constantly forcing Meng Xinghe, he still had to occasionally interrupt the attack and defend in the frantic attack.

The difference between the continuous offensive and the occasional broken attack is only a few knives, but the effect achieved is very different.

Under Meng Xinghe's pressure, Yu Feihong suddenly let out a long cry, froze in the air, and slashed down with the giant blade in his hand.

When the knife was cut out, a bright flower of knife energy seemed to bloom on the top of Yu Feihong's head.

This is his spirit, which has been condensed to the extreme.

Facing the sudden attack of the saber, Meng Xinghe's eyes glowed strangely, staring intently at the aura of the saber condensed in front of his chest, as if he had settled down, turning a blind eye to Yu Feihong's insane and godlike saber.

If it was someone else, they would naturally be stupefied by Yu Feihong's knife. They had already forgotten to fight back, and even forgot that they were still alive and hadn't really died yet.

But at this moment, it was Meng Xinghe who was facing the knife, and he would definitely not be scared stupid by the knife.

He stood there like that, his knife seemed to have been sheathed, because his whole body had lost the slightest momentum.

The previous complex, turbulent, and unpredictable sword moves and sword intentions that seemed to contain all the truths in this world have disappeared at this moment.

Did he throw in the towel?
No one would think so.

Meng Xinghe has long used his actions to prove himself to everyone, proving that he is really powerful and unique in the Yelun Immortal Domain.

The next moment, the sky suddenly appeared.

It seems that between the sky and the earth, there is a ray of light, which surpasses the light of the sun, moon and stars, but gathers the essence of the three lights.

And this light is Meng Xinghe's knife.

Everything can only be described as fast, and it happened at a high speed that is difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.

Even a practitioner, with the help of the mysterious light illusion technique, cannot slow down this speed and see clearly the trajectory and origin of Meng Xinghe's saber.

All the airflow and vitality seemed to be sucked out by Meng Xinghe's earth-shattering knife.

A knife is a murder weapon, it was born for killing, and it has no other purpose.

So the ultimate sword intent is the ultimate killing intent.

To deal with such a knife, it is still only a reckless way.

"boom!"

Vigorous energy flowed and rolled.

The two backed away like an electric shock.

Whether it is Meng Xinghe or Yu Feihong, they have already reached the realm of perfect soul and perfect body.

Lock the essence of your whole body to the extent that the whole body does not leak.

But at this moment, they were all sweating like rain, and their whole bodies were soaked in sweat, as if every time they swung their knives, what they swung was not the knives in their hands, but their entire energy.

They couldn't even get distracted to say a word.

What's more, they no longer need language. Every match of knife skills is a collision of spirit and soul, which has already surpassed the confrontation of language.

Meng Xinghe made a simple slash with the knife, and the blade swept across towards Yu Feihong who was coming back.

This knife was very slow, unreasonably slow.This knife is just as ingenious as it is clumsy, although it does not see any changes, it is full of ever-changing changes, like the infinite heaven and earth, and the endless universe.

But Yu Feihong used ever-changing movements, and finally summed it up as a single knife. The giant blade in his hand suddenly rose up with a vague phantom.

Suddenly, all the brilliance in the world seemed to have disappeared, and when it reappeared, with blood-colored light, it transformed into infinite sword light.

　No. 12 days sealed at home... going crazy!Go crazy!Go crazy!Go crazy...!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)