After one head-on clash, the three men sprang apart. None of them had suffered any injuries, but Azure Nether Sword and Mountain-River Sword kept trembling, letting out ringing cries as though they were in considerable pain.
Worthy of being sub-sage divine weapons. Even the Rusty Sword couldn't cut through them. Lu Feng sighed inwardly, though he knew that forcing such a reaction from the two swords was already quite an achievement.
Slovenly Master had said that the Rusty Sword's power depended on his own strength. It was still far from its peak.
Li Changmei and Guo Dingshan were even more shocked. They sensed retreat and fear from their respective weapons. Azure Nether Sword and Mountain-River Sword feared the Rusty Sword in that man's hand.
Every spectator in the Martial Contest Hall held their breath. A great battle was about to unfold before their eyes. Although the men fighting Lu Feng were only at the Heavenly Immortal realm, the spectacle would certainly surpass a contest between Daluo Golden Immortals.
That strange fellow called Lu Feng had defied all expectations. In the very first exchange, he had fought two opponents at once without yielding an inch.
"Wasn't that the Black Iron Sword Sect's Flowing Clouds and Running Water? How does he know it?" There were quite a few independent cultivators at the Daluo Golden Immortal realm among the spectators. They recognized the technique at a glance and were filled with suspicion.
Someone from the Black Iron Sword Sect immediately stood up and declared loudly, "Our Black Iron Sword Sect has absolutely no connection to this man. He must have secretly learned it somewhere."
Secretly learned it? Could stolen lessons produce such mastery? Even the Black Iron Sword Sect's most outstanding disciple of his generation probably couldn't do any better. "Lu Feng, you've