Under the night sky, the bonfire burned and made a crackling sound.
Everyone looked at the tall and high-spirited man in a green shirt and felt a little at a loss for a moment.
The shadow of the tree, the name of the person.
Demon God Li Zhige, no one can remain calm in the face of this man, especially when they learn that he may be their enemy.
No one expected that the Tianshan Child Elder was actually the uncle of the Demon God Li Zhige.
Just now they had vowed to attack Piaomiao Peak and capture the Tianshan Child Elder alive.
But now, everyone is silent.
Murong Fu's eyes were a little gloomy. Originally, he planned to help the people from Thirty-six Cave and Seventy-two Islands to break through Lingjiu Palace, unlock the life and death talismans for them, and thus bring these people under his command. The appearance of Li Zhige undoubtedly caused deviations in his plan.
Just when everyone was silent and at a loss, a person appeared and broke the silence.
"Since you are the nephew of Grandma Tianshan, you deserve to die under Zhuo Bufan's sword."
Everyone turned their heads and saw a man in a green shirt with a long beard approaching with a sword in hand.
The man is about fifty years old. He has a straight body, his head is cut like a long sword, his eyes are deep, and his gaze is as sharp as the light of a sword.
Seeing the man's appearance, everyone had strange expressions.
Dugu Feng held a two-foot iron sword, looked at the approaching man with feverish eyes, and whispered to himself, "A real swordsman, he is a real swordsman!"
Li Zhige looked at the person who came and said calmly, "No matter what grudge you have against Tong Lao, you'd better not provoke Li."
Zhuo Bufan walked to the center of the field and came to Li Zhige. His face was full of coldness and he said in a hateful voice, "Twenty years ago, Tianshan Tonglao destroyed my sect. Fortunately, I was not in the sect at that time and escaped with my life. "
"I knew that my swordsmanship was low and I was no match for the Tianshan boy, so I fled to the remote and cold Changbai Mountain to study my swordsmanship in the hope that one day I could avenge my master's blood."
"Perhaps Child Elder has done so many evil things that even God can't stand it anymore, so I found a sword scripture left behind by a senior master in the remote and cold Changbai Mountains."
"I have been studying swordsmanship for more than twenty years, and finally I have mastered the swordsmanship. After I mastered the swordsmanship, I rushed to Tianshan as soon as possible to find Child Elder to avenge the blood feud of my master. Unexpectedly, I met you before I saw Child Elder. This is Tong Lao’s nephew.”
"Li Zhige, I have heard of you. People in the world call you the devil and say you are the strongest person in the world. But I don't think so. I have studied swordsmanship for more than 20 years and I think I can no longer resist. The hand can be called the god of swords."
"Today, I, the sword god, want to try to see if I can kill you, the demon god revered by the world, with the three-foot green blade in my hand."
Under the night sky, everyone looked at Zhuo Bufan with strange eyes, and no one was willing to speak.
Demon God Li Zhige is recognized by the world, but Zhuo Bufan, the sword god, is a self-proclaimed swordsman. It is not known whether his swordsmanship is truly divine and whether he is capable of killing Demon God Li Zhige.
Murong Fu's eyes were cold and there was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth.
Regarding this sword god who suddenly appeared, Murong Fu only thought that this was a person who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth.
Li Zhige looked at the confident swordsman in front of him calmly, and said calmly, "If you want to kill Li, then come and see if you have this ability. But Li wants to remind you that once you draw the sword, you will There is no way back."
"Arrogant! Do you really think you are invincible?"
Zheng!
A cold light illuminated Li Zhige's face.
In Zhuo Bufan's hand, the long sword has been unsheathed, and half a foot of green light is glowing from the tip of the sword.
Seeing the green light on the tip of Zhuo Bufan's sword, everyone's eyes became suspicious. It seemed that Zhuo Bufan's claim to be a god with swordsmanship was not arrogant. He really had good swordsmanship.
If one's skill is deep enough, he can produce sword energy. Many swordsmen in the world can produce sword energy.
But the sword light is one level higher than the sword energy. A swordsman who condenses the sword light will have an extremely sharp sword, which can easily divide gold and cut jade.
No wonder Zhuo Bufan is confident that he can kill the Demon God Li Zhige!
Everyone turned to look at Li Zhige, trying to get some clues from Li Zhige's expression.
Unfortunately, Li Zhige's face was calm and expressionless.
Murong Fu's eyes became more serious and he did not dare to underestimate Zhuo Bufan, but Murong Fu did not think that Zhuo Bufan could challenge Li Zhige.
Murong Fu has the right to say how powerful the demon god Li Zhige is.
Turning to look at Wang Yuyan, Murong Fu asked softly, "Cousin, maybe you can see his sword skills?"
Wang Yuyan frowned, pondered for a moment, and replied hesitantly, "He seems to be practicing Duke Zhou's sword technique that has been lost for hundreds of years in the world. Two hundred years ago, Duke Zhou's sword technique was the best in the world, but it was later lost for unknown reasons. No, there are only a few records left in ancient books.”
Zhuo Bufan laughed, "Little girl, you are so insightful."
"Yes, this is Zhou Gong's sword technique."
As he spoke, Zhuo Bufan pointed his sword at Li Zhige and said in a cold voice, "Zhuo Bufan has never killed innocent people indiscriminately since he became a master of swordsmanship. Li Zhige, Zhuo has no enmity with you and shouldn't have killed you. You must be blamed." It’s because you are Tong Lao’s nephew.”
Uh-huh!
The sword flashed.
Zhuo Bufan held the sword, and the tip of the sword swallowed up the flickering green light and took it to Li Zhige's throat. The green sword light was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, both fast and fierce.
The sword was thrust out, causing everyone to take a few steps back in shock.
However, the next moment, everyone was even more shocked.
Zhuo Bufan stabbed out with his sword, and his eyes showed unparalleled confidence. He was confident that there were absolutely few people in the world who could block this fierce sword.
However, when the sword struck a place ten feet away from Li Zhige, the smile on Zhuo Bufan's face stiffened, and the confidence in his eyes turned into horror and disbelief.
A wall of concentrated energy stood between Li Zhige and Zhuo Bufan, preventing the long sword in his hand from moving forward.
Everyone looked at the Qi wall where the Qi had condensed into substance and rubbed their eyes, feeling as if they were in a dream.
There are many people in the world who can express their true energy.
But those who can release their true energy are without exception the top masters in the world.
For example, Murong Fu could also release his true energy, and even several people present could release their true energy. But it is simply a fantasy that someone like Li Zhige could use his true energy to condense such a thick wall.
How much profound skill does it take to achieve this?
The girl huddled in the corner looked at Li Zhige. Her eyes flickered, and her face showed a thoughtful look, completely without the fear she had just now.
Zhuo Bufan's whole body stiffened and he said in a trembling voice, "Impossible! Impossible! This is simply impossible! Who are you?"
He Zhuo Bufan has been studying the sword art for more than 20 years, and he thinks that he is invincible in the world.
Why, after not leaving the arena for twenty years, are the people in the arena so scary now?
Li Zhige looked calmly at Zhuo Bufan, who was about a foot away, and said calmly, "Zhuo Bufan, hand over the Sword Scripture, and Li will spare your life."
Zhuo Bufan sneered, "Li Zhige, you are wishful thinking. Even if Zhuo loses to you, he will never hand over the sword scripture and beg you for mercy."
Li Zhige shook his head and clenched his hands into claws.
The next moment, Zhuo Bufan was pressed on the head by Li Zhige's fan-like palm.
As Zhuo Bufan's body trembled like an electric shock, in an instant, he lost his voice and fell to the ground.
Li Zhige looked at the fallen Zhuo Bufan and stretched out his hand to grab it. Suddenly, a yellowed book flew out of Zhuo Bufan's arms.
Holding the booklet in his hand, Li Zhige had an expressionless face and whispered to himself, "Sure enough, he didn't fully understand the Sword Classic. He still carried it with him and was pondering and studying it all the time."
