Chapter 1110： parchment

When the voice fell, Lu Xuan’s body was condensed, his feet were slightly swaying on the ground, and an airy sigh of breath suddenly came. Wu Feng’s gaze gradually became cautious, and the sword was still on the chest. It should be changed.

But soon, Lu Xuan’s sword disappeared into the perception of Wu Feng, and the people of Lu Xuan disappeared. Wu Fengming can see Lu Xuan in front of his own eyes, but in his perception, there is nothing in it.

In the battle, the perception of the warrior is very important. In many cases, the naked eye can't capture the movement of the other party in time, but the perception is ok. Now Lu Xuan suddenly merges into the world, and Wu Feng feels embarrassed. I lost one eye and it was extremely uncomfortable.

"Heaven and Man are one..." Wu Feng whispered softly, and there was a hard-to-make envy and admiration in his tone. He naturally saw at a glance what kind of state Lu Xuan is now in, the unity of nature and man. This is the state that the military is dreaming of, but he can't think of it. Lu Xuan can enter this state as he pleases. In this state, the strength exerted by the warrior can at least increase by 30%.

On the occasion of Wu Feng’s awkwardness, Lu Xuan finally moved. A sudden burst of space and a sudden drop of space, the sword body slightly turned, Lu Xuan shouted: "Heaven and Man!"

The dusty sword responded to the sound, and a very beautiful sword light burst out. The long sword, like a phantom, shrouded in this piece of sword light.

Seeing this sword, Wu Feng’s eyes burst into a fine light, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly. It was so excited that the world’s swordsmanship was so wonderful. With this sword alone, it would be the best in the world!

However, he naturally wouldn't sit still and see such swordsmanship. If you can't make a move with it, isn't it a great pity?

With a long sword, Wu Feng has given up the defense. Under this sword, the defense is of no use. Even if he trains a one-foot sword to the peak, he can't stop the sword. Perhaps it can take a little initiative.

"The dragon goes out to sea!"

The long sword is like a dragon, and the bright blue light is shining. The endless swordsmanship sets off a light curtain and directly greets Lu Xuan. This kind of heaven and man is one to one. One white and one blue, two rays come together, and the other side is like a broken bamboo. One side is unparalleled.

In an instant, two swordsmanship collided, and Wu Feng’s sword air curtain instantly indented, apparently falling into the wind. Faced with this situation, Wu Feng clenched his teeth, and the long sword continued to wave, and the swords that followed one after another continued to shoot, making up for the Jianguang light curtain penetrated by Lu Xuan.

However, Lu Xuan apparently did not want to carry out this kind of unnecessary competition with Wu Feng. He immediately rotated, and the long sword was slightly withdrawn. Then a faster sword was shot again, and it was a meteor to catch the moon!

This sword suddenly became the last straw to overwhelm the camel. It only sounded loud and loud, and Wu Feng’s light curtain was broken. In the moment when the light curtain was torn, Wu Feng suddenly retreated several steps. A blood rushing out, this style, has exhausted the power of his body.

Seeing a fierce white sword light shrouded in the endless broken swords, and Wu Feng’s face not only did not have the slightest fear, but instead showed a satisfied look, as a sword, this life Can see these two kinds of swordsmanship, death without regrets, and now, he has no spare capacity to resist.

Seeing Wu Feng actually gave up the resistance, Lu Xuan was also shocked, but he couldn’t stop it now. He had not fully recovered his injury. It is his limit to be able to use Tianjian Jiuzhong. It is impossible at this time. Withdrawal of the move, otherwise he will inevitably be defeated by a powerful sword, even if he does not die, there will be no fighting power in a short period of time. Under such a crisis, he cannot make such a decision.

In a critical situation, Lu Xuan can only forcibly deflect a point, and the trajectory of the dust-sword is slightly deviated from Wu Feng, but even so, the dust-sword only avoids the key of Wu Feng, and the thorn is on the shoulder of Wu Feng. on.

Under such a heavy blow, Wu Feng was directly worn under the long sword and flew out until he hit the giant wooden ramp, and the first half of the dust sword completely fell into his body.

"Oh..." Wu Feng forced a smile, and a blood flowed out uncontrollably, describing it as bleak.

"Predecessors." Lu Xuan swallowed: "Why give up resistance?"

Wu Feng struggled with his hand: "No... not an opponent, no... no need."

Lu Xuan sighed a sigh. In fact, he expected this result before, but if Wu Feng resisted it, he might still be able to save him a life. Now, although he forcibly deflected a sword, he has a strong sword. I have already poured into the body of Wu Feng, and I am afraid that the internal organs have already been shattered. This way, I can only let Wu Feng live a few moments, and it is better than nothing.

"Well... good swordsmanship... this life... can see... not empty." Wu Feng was struggling to breathe, blood spurted out, and the voice was very blurred.

"What are the last words of the predecessors? Just before the seniors' guidance and on-demand, they must do their best."

"No... Nothing, I thought, please, in the future... I will be more loyal to my Wu family... but I want to come... It’s not realistic, just they... If they are practical, please ask friends... Don’t too It’s too difficult... for my Wu family, keep a trace of blood...”

After talking about this big paragraph, Wu Feng has been breathing more and more, and the blood has completely covered his shirt. Closing his eyes, Wu Feng took a short break for a moment, then he shook his right hand and struggled into his arms and groped, and soon he seemed to have touched something, twitching out a piece of blood-stained sheepskin cloth, struggling The hand was handed to Lu Xuan.

"This, this is the one-footed sword, you... If you are interested, you may wish to enlighten... I don’t know how much, but how much... Oh, how much will be inspired."

"Thank you for the gift of the predecessors, the younger generation guarantees that if the Wu family is willing to vote for me Jiuhua League, it is bound to be merciless." Lu Xuan solemnly said.

"So...it's good..." Hearing Lu Xuan's words, Wu Feng finally put down a big thing in his heart, completely closed his eyes, his right hand slipped down, the parchment that recorded a sword, However, it was firmly in the hands of Lu Xuan.

"Hey..." Lu Xuan sighed and slowly stood up. In fact, he understood Wu Feng’s painstaking efforts. With Wu Feng’s vision, it’s natural to see that Tianjian’s mainland is about to change, like the Wu family’s small family. It is too difficult to find the two in this storm.

Wu Feng’s move was to pave the way for the descendants of the Wu family. He first took the lead for the Sikong family. Sikongqing was inevitably grateful. He would naturally treat the Wu family, but now he has left a sword for Lu Xuan. Xuan's starry swords are pointed out, in exchange for Lu Xuan's human feelings, if the nine Huameng victory in the future, naturally will also be merciful to the Wu family.

However, regardless of Wu Feng's purpose, but this short-term contact, but Lu Xuan can understand this old man, is indeed a respectable old predecessor. (To be continued~^~)