Kongxuan Sword Immortal is also the prodigy of Wuyin Sword Sect, even stronger than Fu Ming. If compared with Daojian Sect, Kongxuan Sword Immortal is comparable to Huang Feiyu back then... that is, one of the top five strongest people in the sect.
His Kongxuan sword art is another powerful sword art of the Wuyin Sword Sect, which emphasizes the words "Kong" and "Xuan". Kong means nothing, and Xuan means strange. That is, it is empty and nowhere to be seen, and it is empty and everywhere; it is nowhere to be seen and everywhere to be seen, so strange moves are produced one after another.
Generally speaking, when fighting against him, one would always feel that he is a little weaker than oneself, and that his moves are poor and have no offensive power. But in fact, when facing most monks, the monks who practice this sword art are automatically three points weaker. They are used to putting themselves in a weak position, and then defeating the strong with the weak.
For example, at this moment, the outer disciple of Daojian Sect seemed to be suppressing him, and the scorching flames forced him to retreat continuously; but in fact, he had already deployed countless Kongxuan sword qi in this world, just waiting for an opportunity to turn defeat into victory and take down the disciple of Daojian Sect in one move.
Zhuifeng ran over here, and his big tiger eyes immediately saw the danger, and he quickly shouted to the Daojian Sect disciple: "Hey! That stupid boy, stop chasing me, or you'll die!"
The Daojianmen disciple who was chasing him relentlessly heard his words, turned around and saw that it was him, and actually gave up his great advantage, stopped in a hurry and stopped attacking.
"Huh?" Zhuifeng blinked, his face full of confusion, "When did my words become so useful?"
Why did the man believe it as soon as he said it?
So he couldn't help feeling a little proud in his heart, it seemed that Zhuifeng was indeed a powerful person.
Seeing that his sure-kill plan was exposed by Zhuifeng, Kongxuan Sword Immortal was very unhappy and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?"
"Are you blind?" Zhuifeng pouted, "I am a tiger, okay? I am not a human!"
The Kongxuan Sword Immortal was too lazy to argue with Zhuifeng. When he saw the identity token on Zhuifeng's neck, he knew that Zhuifeng was also a member of the Daojian Sect. He raised his sword again, and the illusory Kongxuan sword energy on the sword appeared faintly.
At the same time, the Kongxuan sword energy he had deployed in the air was ready to go, aimed at Zhuifeng.
Zhuifeng saw it clearly, but he was not afraid at all. He nodded at the Daojian Sect disciple and asked, "How did you two start fighting?"
"Again?" Upon hearing Zhuifeng's question, the Daojianmen disciple frowned. He realized that something was wrong.
Why would he fight with the famous Kongxuan Sword Immortal? Didn't he know that he was the genius of the Wuyin Sword Sect?
"This senior brother from the Wuyin Sword Sect said that I provoked him..." he said to Zhuifeng.
"Then how did you provoke him?" Zhuifeng asked.
"He said that the look in my eyes when I looked at him was full of murderous intent..."
Before the disciple finished speaking, the Kongxuan Sword Immortal over there made his move first. First, a Kongxuan sword energy slashed towards Zhuifeng, and the Kongxuan sword energies hidden everywhere had a point to aim at, and hurriedly rushed towards Zhuifeng.
"He~tui!" Zhuifeng spat disdainfully and shouted, "Hit him with Ping An!"
Then two purple star sword energies flew out of thin air from his back and slashed at the sword energy of Kongxuan Sword Immortal...
"Why are there only two?" Zhuifeng frowned.
Others have spent a long time preparing for this, and hundreds of sword energies are flying over, and you want to stop them with just two sword energies?
He looked back and saw Lee An on his back yawning, then falling down, pinching his fur with both hands, and going to sleep.
"?!!!"
Hey! We are fighting! Hey! It's a life-or-death situation! Hey! You just fell asleep?
Zhuifeng was stunned: "How could you fail at the critical moment?"
But Li An is just a baby, how can he care so much? Sleeping when he is sleepy is what he should do!
Watching the flying star sword energy being instantly shattered by the Kongxuan sword energy, the sky full of Kongxuan sword energy continued to fly towards them.
Seeing this, Zhuifeng sighed, "Ping An, you are too unreliable!"
I don't know if it's reliable to expect a four-month-old baby. Who is more unreliable, him or Ang Lee?
Then darkness rose from Zhuifeng's four claws. He jumped forward with Li Ang on his back and jumped directly into the shadow cast by the flying sword energy. He changed several times, shuttling back and forth in the shadows. After just a few jumps, he arrived in front of Kongxuan Sword Immortal.
He raised his claws and slapped down. The Kongxuan Sword Immortal held his sword to block, but how could the Kongxuan Sword Immortal withstand his strength? He was directly slapped away by him, both the man and the sword.
Kongxuan Sword Immortal rolled on the ground for more than a hundred meters and suffered a lot of external injuries.
“What a great strength!”
Kong Xuan was horrified. He used a huge rock to steady his body, then used the rock to turn over, adjusted his posture, and prepared to fight again.
But suddenly, his eyes blurred. The white tiger was already close to him. It clawed at him again, even faster than before. He could not catch up at all. The big claw pressed on him, pressing his whole body into the boulder!
"roar!"
The white tiger opened its mouth again and let out a roar, and a ferocious and soul-stirring gust of wind blew towards his face. His soul was immediately shaken, his hands and feet became weak, his sword fell to the ground, and he was no longer able to fight.
"You dare to attack your Grandpa Zhuifeng?" The white tiger twisted his mouth and said disdainfully, "I'm afraid you don't want to live anymore."
Zhuifeng loosened his claws, but did not take Kongxuan Sword Immortal's life.
He turned around and heard praises from all around him:
"What tiger is it? How could it defeat Kongxuan Sword Immortal with just three moves?!"
"What a handsome little tiger! What more could one ask for in life if one has a tiger?"
"The sign hanging around its neck... that is the spirit beast of Daojian Sect..."
His body suddenly felt several pounds lighter, and he ran towards the Daojianmen disciple.
"Thank you, Brother Zhuifeng, for saving my life." The Daojian Sect disciple bowed to him to express his gratitude.
Zhuifeng looked at him and asked, "Do you recognize me?"
"Junior brother is Xiao Bufan, an outer sect disciple. I have met you when I was taking the test at the gate of Dao. I have also met you many times on Jianfeng Peak." Xiao Bufan replied.
Xiao Bufan? Zhuifeng had some impression of him. He seemed to be a powerful outer sect disciple. No wonder he could fight against Kongxuan Sword Immortal.
"Oh..." He realized something else, "Do you often go to see Wen Jin?"
Xiao Bufan smiled and said, "Brother, you still remember me."
"Alas!" Zhuifeng sighed, raised his paw and patted Xiao Bufan's shoulder, and said in a mature tone, "Wenjin is not suitable for you."
"Things like feelings are hard to explain." Xiao Bufan replied with a smile. (You, a tiger, know nothing about love.)
"Oh!" Zhuifeng shook his head and prepared to persuade Xiao Bufan again, because with his keen perception, he felt that the CP feeling between Tian Wenjin and Xiao Bufan was far lower than that between Tian Wenjin and Li Shiyin.
But before he could say anything, there was a sudden movement on the snowy mountain...
"hold head high……"
Suddenly, a dragon roar was heard halfway up the mountain.
He quickly turned back to look up the mountain and saw a slight avalanche on the mountain, with snow rolling down. However, the avalanche did not attract his sight, but something in the air attracted his sight.
The snow rolled down, splashing up broken jade and refracting colorful light in the sunlight. In the colorful light, there was a beast covered in scales, with four legs and a dragon head, standing in the air with its head held high. It was about ten feet tall, majestic, sacred, and holy, with an icy aura lingering around it.
“Qilin!!” The crowd suddenly cried out in surprise, “There really is a Qilin!!!”
The monks were all surging and like crazy. They rode the wind and flew their swords, facing the avalanche, and rushed to the snow mountain to capture the mythical beast Qilin.
"Ice Qilin?" Zhuifeng frowned. He looked at the Qilin in the sky and felt something was wrong...
The aura of this Qilin is too weak!
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