Then, Li Qiu Shui slowly placed his right hand on the sword.

A chilly autumn atmosphere suddenly appeared all around, and the air within a three-meter radius with Li Qiu Shui as the center became slightly moist.

It was as if countless tiny water droplets condensed at once.

A faint ray of sword energy suddenly emerged from the scabbard, and then countless terrifying sword energies emerged from it, as if a light rain suddenly turned into a downpour in an instant!

Countless sword energies roared and gradually surged.

The air under the Son of God Peak seemed to be ignited by the sword energy in the sky, emitting countless "chi" whistles.

At the moment when the sword energy was generated, the faces of more than 30 inner disciples who were standing beside Li Qiu Shui and watching suddenly changed and they retreated.

Until he was dozens of feet away, his face turned pale and he looked at Li Qiu Shui in shock.

Those direct disciples stood where they were, but they also circulated their energy to form a layer of protection outside their bodies, looking at Li Qiu Shui with a little surprise.

"This sword style is called Autumn Water."

Li Qiu Shui said solemnly.

Then, the white robe on his body instantly began to turn as black as ink from his arms until it spread to his entire body, and the black robe instantly fluttered.

With every step he took forward, the sword energy storm around him extended three feet forward.

At the moment when the sword force burst out, countless fine sword qi whistled and rushed around Li Qiu Shui, and the range was exactly three feet and three meters.

Within this area of ​​thirty feet, thirty feet and thirty centimeters, the torrent of sword energy was like the rolling Ink River and the crashing waves against the shore. Countless sword energies roared towards Xu Feng like a rainstorm in early autumn.

However, wherever the sword energy passed, the grass and trees did not move at all, and the earth was safe and sound.

This shows the power of control of Li Qiu Shui!

When autumn water arrives, all rivers flow into the River.

This sword, with this meaning, is like a raging mountain torrent!

Seeing this sword, Qingdan suddenly opened her mouth, her delicate body trembled slightly, her face turned pale and bloodless in an instant, and her eyes gradually showed traces of heartache and were gradually filled with mist.

What Xu Feng said turned out to be true.

How did he manage to hold on until now?

However, Xu Feng still walked forward with a normal expression, and even when he walked into the torrent of sword energy, his steps did not stop for a moment.

Countless sword energies bombarded his body, but it was like an egg hitting a rock, and was shattered in an instant.

If the sword energy in the sky was like raging waves, then Xu Feng was like a rock standing firm. The sword energy in the sky could not shake him at all.

This scene once again shocked the disciples watching the battle around, including those who were taught directly by the disciples.

Because they did not feel any fluctuation of Yuanli from Xu Feng, that is to say, Xu Feng ignored those sword energies by relying on his own physical defense!

As for the clothes on Xu Feng, they were the battle robes specially prepared by the sect for the Son of God. They could withstand the attacks of powerful Taoist masters without being damaged, but they could not remove any of the force.

Its defensive capability is not even as good as a red-level magic weapon, but it is a symbol of the Son of God's noble status.

Walking in front of Li Qiu Shui at the same pace, Xu Feng passed him by.

"When can I condense this sword force to one foot, and then practice it to three feet and three feet, I should be able to actively resist it once."

Afterwards, Xu Feng walked towards the scene of the inner sect competition without stopping, as if the sword energy in the sky just now was just a breeze to him.

"What are you still standing there for? Let's go."

The first time Xu Feng stopped was just to call Qingdan who was still in a daze.

There was a sudden silence at the foot of Shen Zi Peak.

The disciples watched Xu Feng leave enthusiastically, and then rushed away one after another, digesting the insights they had gained from the scene they had just seen.

"Strong, too strong."

Li Qiu Shui's arms were trembling slightly, and her face was full of admiration and shock.

He knew very well that he had used all his strength in that sword strike just now, and even his arms had lost feeling.

But he still couldn't even make Xu Feng stop.

"Why are you doing this?"

Suddenly, a gentle voice with a hint of heartache sounded behind Li Qiu Shui. He took a deep breath to calm his excitement.

"I was unhappy that the sword was not produced. I'm sure my senior brother understood this, so he didn't punish me."

Li Qiushui turned around and looked at the person who came with tenderness. She was dressed in purple, like a fairy from heaven, a beauty that was not what this world should have.

Beigong Wan sighed softly: "It's me who has implicated you."

The black robe on Li Qiushui gradually turned white, with a smile on his face: "It doesn't matter, I will go to the devil's side tomorrow to punish myself."

Beigong Wan's eyes trembled, and she said anxiously: "You want to go to the devil's side?!"

Li Qiushui exhaled lightly and said in a cold voice: "The flames of war are raging on the Demon Border, and the sword in the box is ringing day and night. Senior Brother Shen Zi once said that a man should take Wu Gou and take over fifty states on the Demon Border!"

"How can I, Li Qiushui, be willing to be second to others?"

"I heard that the demon general Wu Shi broke through our demon border mountain pass, killed 300 of our human cultivators, and then fled towards the demon heartland."

Li Qiushui looked at Beigong Wan and smiled slightly, then left generously with the autumn atmosphere in the sky.

"I want to learn from the ancients, the snow is all over the sword and bow!"

On this day, Li Qiushui, the chief disciple of Tianxuan's inner sect and a sword fanatic, went deep into the devil's border and killed five hundred demons. After chasing them for fifty thousand miles into the devil's border, he disappeared without a trace.

......

At this time, everyone in the Xuan Realm did not know about this.

Because, to be precise, it hasn't happened yet.

Xu Feng, who was sitting in the first seat of the Tianxuan Sect's Bailian Battlefield spectator booth, was quietly watching the inner sect disciples' heated discussion, but his eyes were indifferent, as if his mind was not here at all.

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