Wu Feng was extremely fast. As soon as he moved his feet, his body reached the fat monk. The seven-star dragon abyss sword in his hand roared and slashed at the fat monk. Since the fat monk was the leader of the White Lotus Sect in northern Jiangsu, his cultivation was naturally not weak. After all, he had a deep foundation, which was incomparable to Wu Feng. When Wu Feng saw Wu Feng's seven-star dragon abyss sword slashing, the fat monk flashed slightly, and the string of Buddhist beads in his hand smashed Wu Feng's back.

Then, Wu Feng was prepared for it. After slashing with one sword, he took two steps forward, turned around and another sword. The sword energy was radiant, the sword edge was sharp, and a cold light passed, and then forced the fat monk several steps.

After just two moves, the fat monk dared not underestimate the young man in front of him anymore. Although he was less than twenty years old, his sword skills were already very high. When he cut down with one sword, the sword energy that drove was as if even the air had torn a hole. The sword wind blew on the person's face, and the flesh and blood were burning. If it was cut on the person, the consequences could be imagined.

Especially when the sword in the young man danced, it made a faint sound, some like a cow's scream, and some like a Scene sound when a snake spitted a letter. I don't know if I heard it wrong, but the sound was actually made from the sword, which made the fat monk amazed.

At this moment, the fat monk was so energetic that he did not dare to be careless at all. He danced the Buddhist beads in his hand into a shadow, covering his whole body, shouted loudly, and attacked Wu Feng.

One black and one white light and shadow were made in a ball. The black one was the Buddhist beads in the hand of the fat monk, and the white one was the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword in Wu Feng's hand. The Fat monk had a high level of cultivation, while Wu Feng was just starting out, like a tiger going down the mountain. At the beginning, he used ordinary sword moves learned from his master. Seeing that the fat monk was a little difficult to deal with, he used the Xuantian Sword Technique move. As soon as the Xuantian Sword Technique was used, Wu Feng's momentum rose sharply, and the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword in his hand became a white shadow. The sword in his hand rushed left and right, attacked up and down, and his moves were ruthless. The Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword Sword is worthy of being a peerless sword, and he can sense the master's mood. As Wu Feng gradually used the Xuantian Sword Technique move, purple light suddenly flowed on the sword body, and a dragon pattern flashed faintly.

No matter how profound the fat monk's cultivation is, he can't help but feel very difficult. He only has the power to resist and no longer has the possibility of fighting back. Not only that, he is also very embarrassed. Every time he avoids Wu Feng's sword, a layer of cold sweat will appear on the fat monk's forehead. Wu Feng not only makes quick moves, but also points to the fat monk's vital point. As long as he is not careful and stabs his body with a sword, he will be at risk of death on the spot.

This Xuantian Sword Art was created by the founder of Wudang Mountain. It was so exquisite that Wu Feng had only one or two of the mystery. He hit the fat monk in a very embarrassing way. He couldn't help but feel very happy. His sword move became more fierce. The fat monk retreated repeatedly. In less than a cup of tea, the monk's robe on the back of the fat monk was soaked.
Chapter completed!