Chapter 107: I'm afraid you don't even have a chance to shoot

"Everyone in the rivers and lakes says that the raining swordsman is affectionate and righteous."
"I don't know this news. If it is heard by outsiders, what should I do?" Chu Feng Xiu said.
"Ha ha!"
"know?"
"How would outsiders know?"
"Only you are dead, anyone in this world will know?" Luoyu Swordsman said with a grim face.
"dead?"
"Does anyone die?"
"It's just that that person must be you?"
"Even if you are now in the realm of foundation building!" Chu Feng sneered.
Luoyu Swordsman, with a gloomy face, a trace of disdain burst into his eyes, and he looked at Chu Feng in front of him mockingly.
He is now a strong man in the foundation realm, so how can he care about the innate realm's epigenesis?
"Are you ready to do it?"
"Chang!"
The long sword radiating cold and cold light suddenly came out of its sheath, and a gloomy ray flashed.
Ling Li’s sword light was irradiated by the sun, making people unable to open their eyes.
At the same time, Chu Feng's killing intent spread all over his body, rolling in his killing intent, like the Yangtze River, which cannot be stopped
The whole body is empty and the sword spirit is floating, as if the killing is alive,
"Do it!"
"The deity gives you a chance?"
"If you don't cherish it, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to shoot,"
Chu Feng spoke very contemptuously.
When the Raindrop Swordsman heard the words, his face was surprised. For some reason, he actually felt an extremely heavy pressure on Chu Feng.
Even faintly made him breathless,
Although he has just approached the realm of foundation building,
However, his Rainfall Swordsman is awkwardly talented, and if he takes Jidan, he just breaks through to the half-step realm of foundation construction.
And Chu Feng, beheading Xiantian, is like slaughtering a dog,
In contrast, the judgment is high and low,
Holding the right hand of Luo Yujian tightly, it was also saturated with sweat at this time,
The strong pressure made his whole person tense.
The Raindrop Swordsman frowned slightly, trying to use his half-step spirit to sense the position of Chu Feng’s emptiness of sword energy.
However, this sky full of emptiness, sword energy, vague and impermanent, is looming, and it is definitely not locked by the divine consciousness.
Read it here,
The Raining Swordsman deserves to take the lead,
"Qiang!!!"
A long Jianming suddenly sounded,
The raining swordsman passed across the sky, as fast as lightning,
The whole body is even more rain-like sword air, densely packed, there is no escape,
The sword light is like silk, as thin as a spring rain,
This is impressively the famous skill of the Raining Swordsman.
But at this moment,
The corners of Chu Feng’s mouth flashed with all contempt, his body shape turned around, erratic, his sword followed the wind, and his intentions were vague.
In this looming illusion, there is actually hidden, a very strong murderous aura, across all directions,
"Brush, brush, brush, brush, brush..."
It rained all over the sky, and the void swordsmanship collided, faintly making the air burst into bursts,
The figures of the two are also constantly interlaced, like ghosts,
In less than three breaths, it has already fought a hundred times, with a long sword in his hand, wailing, but the speed is as fast as a blast,
The Swordsman of the Fallen Rain, the Sword Jue of the Fallen Rain, is a top-grade technique of the Huang Tier,
Swordsmanship floats, rain falls and people die, but with endless insidiousness,
From the spring weather to the rain, the road pours down the heavy rain, the spiritual power after mixing, like a river, continuous,
In contrast to Chu Feng, the long sword in his hand is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes as light as the wind, sometimes as thick as a mountain.
However, the speed of the two is also extremely fast, which is difficult to detect with the naked eye.
Void sword aura lingered all over the sky, and the speed actually started to slow down,
There are tens of thousands of sword auras, a little condensed, as thin as a hair, with a sharp edge...