Chapter 846: Can the light of firefight compete with Haoyue?

"Extreme Sword of the Second Form, the wind is rolling!"
Feng Chen's eyebrows moved, holding the falling feather flying sword to pull a handsome and elegant sword flower, and whispered in his mouth.
"Eh! Hey! Hey!" Luo Yu Fei Jian screamed!
Jianmang was howling like a thunder in a rainy day, ringing all around.
Suddenly, the dazzling light of Jianmang illuminated the entire upper part of the performance martial arts field, and a dazzling beam of light rose into the sky.
A ray of cold light burst out of the falling feather flying sword, bursting with a substantial force, this sword awn, with a pure indomitable, unmatchable sword meaning!
Luo Fei Fei Jian exudes a heartfelt sharp sword all over the body, and the sound of Ji Jian is endless.
"Cut!" Feng Chen's eyes sank, he slammed, and fiercely slashed at the monks Ye Xuanlin who stared at the front eyes.
Ye Xuanlin, who was the head of the disciple of Yuan Ying Period and rushed to the front, saw this sword, and his face was sullen and changed dramatically.
He only felt that everything around him had solidified, and the imposing swordsmanship locked him to death, and he had nowhere to run, and even he felt that no matter how he avoided it would be useless work.
When Feng Chen came up, he was the second form of Ji Xianjian Jue, which is one of the strongest killing tricks of the group attack. After he cut out this sword, his entire breath suddenly became misty. At this moment, Feng Chen was completely The sharp sword that has been scabbard is unpredictable.
The second style of Jixianjianjue, the biggest advantage of this trick is its sword intention. Once the sword intention comes out, it completely locks the enemy and the enemy has to take the sword.
"Oh!" A few sword-mans emerged from the meaning of the sword, and across the void a sound of Jianming making the scalp feel numb.
As soon as the sword came out, Lu Yunfei, a real Xiaoxiao on the high stage, and others were shocked in their hearts, and their faces were written with horror and shock.
Feng Chen's sword has surpassed their expectations, and at this moment, they have determined in their hearts that Feng Chen can fight against the monks.
Such a fierce move has a strong attack power that cannot be accepted as a monk infancy.
"This ..." Ye Xuanlin looked at Feng Chen in disbelief, not only that he was unbelievable, it was unbelievable by anyone, and they did not believe that the power in this sword would be a Yuanying monk. dispatched.
"No! Don't fix it, rewind!"
Ye Xuanlin suddenly exclaimed from his mouth, quickly clamoring for his hands, and a real yuan swam around his body, forming a road to protection.
The other monks, under the exclamation of Ye Xuanlin, hurriedly urged the true elements in the body to form a protective barrier for Tao.
"Bang!" With a crisp sound, these swords intended to touch Ye Xuanlin's body protector Zhenyuan and shatter it directly, just like a layer of window paper, slamming a big hole directly.
Immediately afterwards, several sharp voices of "Ding Ding Ding Ding" came. The violent sword energy and indestructible power in this sword's intentions spewed out, releasing as many as possible.
"噗嗤 ... 噗嗤 ..."
Feng Jian ’s sword intentions are like raindrops falling down in a rainy day. In a moment, the protectors of these Yuandian disciples are fragmented and rushed to the front of Ye Xuanlin ’s disciples. The barrier of Zhenyuan was smashed and shattered, and blood spit in his mouth.
Some disciples who have just broken through Yuan Yuan's later period, even under the sword of Feng Chen, flew out and blood-stained the sky. Under the sword, they lost their ability to fight again.
If Feng Chen exhausted his strength by 10%, these monks would have returned to the West long ago.
"I ... grass!"
The five elders on the high platform stared straight at the messy scene in Yanwu Stadium, drooling.
Feng Chen's sword surprised him a lot.
If the monk in the early days of the gods faced Feng Jian's full-strength sword, he dare not dare to say it. How can this kid have such a strong combat power, it is hard to be so immortal and Taichu Dragon Blood.
Under Feng Chen's sword, hundreds of Yuan infant infant disciples who were originally in the Wushu field were under Feng Chen's sword, and half of them were immediately hit by the sharp sword.
Those Yuanying infant disciples who did not participate in the war are secretly thankful that they did not shoot and shoot the water dog, or they may lie on the ground and mourn.
"Brothers, this kid is already poor in donkey skills, and the real element in his body is not enough for him to perform another big move. Together, the grandson is the result."
As the head of the Yuan infant period, Ye Xuanlin was a great response among the disciples of the Yuan infant period. Just now, under the sword of Feng Chen, if there was not a top-quality defense against the inner armor body, at this moment, he is estimated to have been hacked Off stage.
Under this sword, he was not injured, but was encouraged in spirit.
As everyone knows, Feng Chen only used ordinary strength. If he tried his best, Ye Xuanlin would have disappeared in this world.
His uncle's eyes glared at Feng Chen. As the head of the Yuanying disciple, he never expected that he would be crushed by a Yuanying monk one day, which made him very upset.
He thinks that he is the boss among the disciples of Yuan Ying Dynasty. However, the sudden rise of Feng Chen's character completely defeated his pride. At this moment, he felt that his position as the head of the Yuan infant period was in danger.
Moreover, if you lose, your reputation will plummet. If you win, you will not only be able to export your bad luck, but your voice will definitely rise again. Although you have won more on the bright side, you want to be successful. For major events, no matter how small, as long as they can win, all means can be used.
He knew in his heart that if he dealt with Feng Chen alone, he would never be his opponent.
After Ye Xuanlin had finished speaking, the facial features on his face became extremely embarrassed, and a faint color appeared in his eyes, and a touch of self-confidence rose in the corner of his mouth.
He grabbed the buzzing fan in his hand, and the power of the true element suddenly burst out into the fan.
At this moment, he was in a state of horror, and had already intended to kill Feng Chen. At this moment, he had forgotten to kneel in Yanwu Stadium, and the same door and the same door could not see each other killing each other.
This blow was his strongest blow.
Encouraged by Ye Xuanlin, the fifty or so Yuanyuan infant disciples remaining on the Yanwu field urged them to attack Chen Fengchen.
"Huh! Want to kill me! Fireflies only."
In the face of Ye Xuanlin's strong intention to kill, Feng Chen only smiled slightly, but he didn't take it to heart. When he reached his realm, he looked very lightly.
If he wants to kill him, he can at least make another sword to return him, but it is not necessary.