Fist erases yin and yang! Knife brings death!

As Xie Feihong and the old man Wu Ming took action again, it seemed as if the entire peak of Cuiyun Peak was shaking!

A series of blades like the ancient and bright moon cut through the sky, and everything passed was divided and cut off!

A fist that was like a Chaos Furnace was smashed down, and everything pointed to was wiped out and cracked!

After only a few rounds of battle between the two sides, the pleasant scenery at the top of Cuiyun Peak was completely wiped out by the aftermath of the battle between the two of them!

As for the center of the battle, it was already exposed as if it had encountered a severe earthquake! With the ground that had no armor, it seemed like this place had been drought for three years and had a thousand miles of barren land!

Boom! Finally, in a violent roar, the two sides separated again and returned to the place where the two confronted each other before the battle.

"Happy! Happy!" The little old man Wu Ming was so crazy that he didn't look like an old man at all. He shouted at Xie Feihong, who was almost interrupted by his iron fist, who shouted wildly: "This is what I want!"

The knife in Xie Feihong's hand was almost interrupted, and now it has become ragged. The fist of the old man Wu Ming is naturally not much better, and it is covered with interlaced scars.

If he were an ordinary person, these hands would have been useless. But what the old man Wu Ming was most proud of was his kung fu, and he had specially practiced body refining techniques such as hundreds of hands. In addition, his independent internal skills based on basic breathing techniques may be worse in terms of destructive power, but he completely defeated some so-called peerless martial arts in terms of health recovery.

It is precisely because the little old man Wu Ming has fought with Xie Feihong until now, and he has become more and more courageous as he fights!

"Do you continue?" Xie Feihong glanced at the old man's nameless fist, then looked at the knife in his hand and asked lightly: "If I continue, I have to remind you solemnly, because the next attack will be as simple as just now!"

"What? Can your knife be stronger?" The old man Wu Ming couldn't help but shrink his pupils and said with a serious look when he heard this.

Just as he said just now, when his martial arts cultivation reaches their level, it is already unnecessary to lie, so the other party’s next arrival is really likely to be more ruthless! More fierce!

"No," Xie Feihong said expressionlessly.

"Then I really want to meet you!" The little old man Wu Mingwen's eyes burst out with unparalleled fanaticism: "Come on, let me see your stronger sword, you will cut more sharply!"

Hearing this, Xie Feihong slightly adjusted the posture of the knife in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Don't die! Wu Ming!"

Now that things have come, Xie Feihong, who has fought with the other party for more than a dozen rounds, has actually calmed down his murderous intent. Now, there is only the kind of mutual appreciation between warriors.

The reason why Xie Feihong was willing to plead for Ye Gucheng, who was usurping the throne, was because his opponent was rare, and Xie Feihong needed his opponent to hone his martial arts.

Now there is a new opponent who can slightly compete with his own strength. Although this opponent is a little older, he is more experienced in taking action. Although he has certain personal grudges with himself, these are all small problems in the face of martial arts.

Therefore, if possible, Xie Feihong really doesn't want to solve the other party at once. The best solution is to stay and repeat the experience.

"So confident?" The old man Wu Ming also kept adjusting himself slightly: "Then I hope your next performance will be worthy of such confidence!"

Seeing that the other party was ready, Xie Feihong naturally didn't say anything extra. The long sword in his hand was raised again, and the kind that seemed to be able to cut off the artistic conception no matter what was going on, then appeared again!

But this time, unlike just now, there are some different things in this artistic conception, which makes this artistic conception more realistic and more trembling!

And the most important thing is that as Xie Feihong raised the long sword in his hand, a faint phantom that was raised from the sword was condensed directly behind Xie Feihong! Although this phantom was seen with his eyes, it would be difficult to detect if he didn't pay attention. However, in this kind of external appearance appeared in this low martial arts world, the artistic conception of some magical fairy-tale style was shocking enough!

"What is this!" The old man Wu Ming looked at the long sword raised in Xie Feihu's hand and the urging waves brought by the phantom behind him, as if the pressure to tear apart the human mind and soul, and couldn't help but murmur.

Under the target of this phantom, the old man felt that the bones all over his body seemed to be wailing, and his soul seemed to be staring at by the top predators, and his subconsciously trembled!

Is this really a range of power that humans can reach?! Although Xie Feihong's sword did not fall, the old man Wu Ming felt that even the dangers he had just been exposed to was not as great as the phantom gave him!

Is this a more sharp sword and a more powerful slash?! This is probably no longer a means of the mortal world!

True meaning! It is a sublimation of artistic conception! Although what Xie Feihong now has is only a tiny of true meaning, it is not something that ordinary artistic conception can compete with!

This true meaning is not something that anyone can possess even the genius, powerful, supreme, and high martial arts world where Xie Feihong is located, let alone a low martial arts world like the legend of Lu Xiaofeng.

Therefore, even the little old man Wu Ming was as heart-warming as a rock, he couldn't help but lose his mind in front of Xie Feihong's apparent true intention.

It was a time to say it, and it was also at this time that the long sword in Xie Feihong's hand swung down. At the same time, the phantom representing the true meaning was also slashed!

It was also a knife that seemed to be able to cut off anything, but there seemed to be something different in it, making this knife more real and making this knife more fierce!

As the sword fell, for a moment, even the rock-solid mind of the old man Wu Ming seemed to be frozen, and he could only look at the sword, which was like a sword that opened the world and slashed towards his eyebrows!

Is this the taste of death? With the fall of Xie Feihong's knife that should not have appeared in the world, the old man Wu Ming suddenly felt a sense of regret that he would hear the truth in the morning and die in the evening.

This is also good. It is better to die under such a knife than to survive on the sickbed. Now it’s a pity that I clearly saw the direction I am moving forward, but I don’t have the chance to step inside!

As the light disappeared, the little old man Wu Ming finally regained control of his body. Seeing Xie Feihong's sword stopping between his eyebrows and not slashing, the little old man Wu Ming couldn't help but ask in a deep voice: "Why? Why don't you cut it down with one knife? Are you pitying me?"

"It is hard to find an opponent, you should understand the taste of loneliness," Xie Feihong said lightly withdrew his knife.

Lonely? The little old man couldn't help but be silent. After a moment of silence, he continued to ask, "What was your knife just now?"

"True intention!" Xie Feihong said without hesitation.

"Really?" the old man Wu Ming said in a deep voice: "It's appropriate."

"Do you want to learn? I can teach you," Xie Feihong chuckled.

The little old man Wu Ming couldn't help but shrink his pupils when he heard this. After pondering for a moment, he refused and said, "No need, yours is always yours. Since you, Xie Feihong, can do it, so can I, Wu Ming! I will have my own true intention! I just hope you don't regret today's decision!"

"Repent?" Xie Feihong said in a deep voice: "I, Xie Feihong, do not have the word regret in my dictionary!"
Chapter completed!