Chapter 4385

High above the sky, the two figures oppose each other, causing wind and thunder to roar.

The people below looked at the two figures with trembling eyes and excited expression.

"Do you think the elder martial brother will be the opponent of this guy? Why do I have a bad feeling?"

"Elder martial brother he Han is as famous as the eldest martial brother, but his strength should not be as good as the eldest martial brother. However, elder martial brother he Han was defeated by Fengli, which shows that Fengli's strength is far better than elder martial brother he Han. In such a comparison, elder martial brother has little chance of winning."

"Fengli in guiya sect is an unknown person. If even the eldest martial brother is not his opponent, who can we expect from fengtianming sect?"

The disciples of Feng Tianming sect whispered. Although they hoped very much that Wen Lun would win, reason told them that Wen Lun had no chance of winning.

On the other side, several fighters with grimace masks looked at Wen Lun and Feng Li.

"Unexpectedly, the strength of Fengli is so strong. It seems that we are a little redundant this time."

"Elder martial brother Su is right. We didn't have to come if we knew Fengli had this strength."

"It seems that the so-called three heroes of Fengtian just have a false name. It's self humiliating to hold any Fengtian selection with the strength of fengtianmingzong."

These martial artists are the disciples of guiya sect, and they are the best of the third generation disciples of guiya sect, ranking among the top ten.

There is even one person who ranks in the top three among the third generation disciples of guiya sect. His strength is very terrible.

The reason why they are here is to ensure that this challenge to Feng tianmingzong will be foolproof.

Ghost cliff sect has been gaining momentum in recent years. It has the potential to unify the seven holy worlds. No sect is allowed to stop them at this time.

"Let's do it!" in the void, Wen Lun's dark sword fell upside down, and suddenly the sword was filled with Qi. It spread like a vast fog, covering tens of thousands of meters of space around.

"Border crossing!" Feng Li immediately felt that his whole body was shrouded in a strong sword. He couldn't help frowning, but he didn't care. Instead, he said with a cold smile: "originally, this is the four senses of the Wen family, but that's all."

The Wen family is a Kendo family. All the disciples of the family practice a set of ancestral sword formula, four senses and four robbers.

A long time ago, some people in the Wen family became the top swordsman in the seven cultivation holy world by virtue of four senses and four robbers.

However, the four senses and four robbers sword is different from the ordinary sword formula. It not only requires the martial artist's Kendo talent, but also requires the martial artist to have a strong martial life style.

Because the four senses and four robbers sword can burst out powerful power only with the power of life.

The Wen family and the wind ghost family are old friends, so Feng Li is no stranger to sijue Sijie sword.

Feng Li has seen with his own eyes that the superior of the Wen family fought with the four senses and four robbers sword, but at that time, his cultivation was too weak to see the mystery of the four senses and four robbers sword.

At this time, I personally experienced the four senses of the four senses and four robberies sword, but Fengli felt it. The rumored four senses and four robberies were just Er er.

"Arrogance!" Wen Lun roared. The dark sword swept out, and the sword intention burst out. Suddenly, it was just a powerful force. With the unique boundary symbol pattern of the four senses, it was connected into a piece, rolling and surging, and directly pressed against the wind.

The wind sank slightly from his eyes, gently stepped under his feet, and his figure retreated hundreds of meters. Then his body changed, and his whole body seemed to become as soft as water, taking strange dance steps in the air.

At this time, outside his body, a layer of light water mist like shield flowed continuously.

The water mist shield looked unusual, but it easily blocked the oncoming huge waves.

"Wen Lun, is this your four senses and four robberies?" Feng Li dismissed Wen Lun's strong offensive with a sneer: "if you only have this strength, it's too disappointing."

Wen Lun's cold eyes were low, but he was not angry, but kept himself calm.

He knew that the eight winds ghost dance was terrible, so he took the first step to get the first chance and suppress the wind.

But he did not expect that the eight winds ghost dance could release such power in the four senses, so that Fengli could deal with it easily.

The crowd below looked at the vast sword fog above the sky. They couldn't see Wen Lun and Feng Li at all. They were very anxious.

The four senses can isolate external perception. At this time, only a few people with special perception ability can see the battle in the four senses.

Nie Tianmo's eyes opened, his eyes were heavy, and his heart was nervous.

This war is very important to Wen Lun and more important to Feng tianmingzong, so Nie Tian doesn't want Wen Lun to lose.

If Wen Lun loses, it will not only be a heavy blow to himself, but also a great impact on the majesty of the whole Feng Tianming sect.

Just imagine that the chief disciple of the great sect can't even beat one of the other's low-income disciples. Is it necessary to join such a sect?

However, Nie Tian has prepared for the worst. If Wen Lun loses, he will accept the challenge of guiya sect as a disciple of Feng Tianming sect.

He is the king of Feng Tianming sect, but at his age, he can only be regarded as the third generation disciple at most.

Moreover, his strength and realm are also suitable to accept the challenge of ghost cliff sect.

After the awakening of the tenth lifeline, Nie Tian hasn't really fought a battle. Now it's a good opportunity.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Lun and Feng Li had fought dozens of moves.

Within dozens of moves, although Wen Lun has been attacking and taking the initiative, Nie Tian can see that the situation is becoming more and more unfavorable to Wen Lun.

Fengli has been on the defensive, obviously waiting for a chance to kill.

"Nie Tian, you don't have to be too nervous. The boy named Wen Lun is not a fool. He has been attacking so hard and is also looking for opportunities." at this time, the little fat cat's voice sounded, Hei hei smiled and said: "I observe that the two people are about to decide the outcome. The last move depends on who has better grasp the opportunity."

Nie Tian's eyes were slightly heavy and nodded.

At this time, in the four senses, Wen Lun's figure suddenly stagnated in the air, and then hovered in the air like a sharp sword.

"Good chance!" Feng Li saw it, his pupils shrunk slightly, and his heart whispered excitedly. Then his figure moved and turned into a black awn, whistling like the wind, hiding the past.

"Four senses are silent and the heart is like water." Wen Lun closed his eyes directly in the face of the sudden attack of the wind, and the whole person seemed to enter another state.

"Seek death!" Feng Li was very quick, pulled a cold and fierce at the corners of his mouth, and said, "eight winds ghost dance, the killing of wind sandflies!"

The killing of sandflies is the fifth move of the eight winds ghost dance, which is stronger than the night chirping of cicadas!

Wen Lun stood still like an old tree.

The next moment, a black light flashed over, Wen Lun's body trembled and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

At this moment, Wen Lun's closed pupils suddenly opened, the corners of his mouth moved, and read the silent language: "four robbers, heaven and earth do not speak, silent Yin robbers!"