Chapter 371 Rying

"It turned out to be one of the "Pure Jun" of the ten famous swords. How can it be in Murong's house? This thing is absolutely not precious than the poor stone. Is he crazy?" People who love weapons saw the origin of this sword at a glance and exclaimed.

Xiao Ran was also stunned. Each of the top ten famous swords is a magic soldier as simple as cutting gold and cutting tofu. It is a manifestation of the extremely high level of weapon building. With countless precious materials, the weapons that the masters dreamed of, I didn't expect to be here. Does he want to fight against this sword? Murong Yunfeng himself has reached the realm of innate master. Cooperate with this divine soldier is indeed extremely powerful, and Xiao Ran is not sure that he can win.

The rules of the competition are very simple. Which side falls into the ring first will lose. This monk looks like no threat, and I don't know why he always gives Xiao Ran a strange feeling. It's like illusory and unreal. The prince of Tibet, the princess stood in the distance and watched. He nodded slightly to Dan Zeng Wangjie and signaled that he could start.

Monk waved his hand and made a gesture of invitation. He rushed to Murong Yunfeng's side. His left hand became claws and grabbed his shoulder. Unexpectedly, he was the first to attack. Murong Yunfeng shrank a few feet and pulled out his sword. It was like a storm, and the sword spirit that broke through the sky was like a roar. The monk's long sleeves were like brushing dust and retreated, causing the monk's robe on the edge of the ring to attract a strong wind to come out of his sleeves, trying to forcibly pull Murong Yunfeng off the ring with a trick of "dragon water absorption". If you are eager for success, it's true.

"Three flowers gather together!" Murong Yunfeng sneered at the corners of his mouth and shouted harshly. Murong Yunfeng turned into three, and the three figures went to the monk with swords from different directions at the same time. The light of the sword is very powerful. Only one of these three figures is still true, but the other two are formed by true air, which is also very lethal. At the beginning, this move was broken by Xiao Ran at the Longteng Grand Event, and after continuous improvement, Xiao Ran could not see where the flaw was.

Murong Yunfeng's pupils only stared at the monk and did not dare to relax at all. The people under the ring are also not able to take their eyes off for fear of missing the wonderful pictures. How will the monk deal with it, avoid it or resist it? Murong Yunfeng's hand is not an ordinary weapon. There are many people who think so, but the next moment a strange scene appeared. Seeing that the monk was forced to the edge of the ring, the three figures pointed to its point, and the monk suddenly disappeared.

"Gone!" Not only Xiao Ran, everyone exclaimed at the same time. What kind of evil martial arts is this?

"Be careful behind you!" I don't know which sharp-eyed person suddenly said. A yellow figure condensed the true spirit in his palms, presenting a big hand virtual shadow, and the word "Scorpion" was faintly visible, attacking behind Murong Yunfeng. Everyone did not expect the situation to suddenly turn around. Under the powerful palm wind, the two virtual phantoms immediately broke up, and Murong Yunfeng's real body also appeared.

"Return to the original with one breath!" Murong Yunfeng's "pure" sword body soared and bombarded the tantric handprint. There was an explosion in the field, and the monk stepped back a few steps to stop his figure. Murong Yunfeng took the pillar on the edge of the ring and landed on the stage in mid-air. He was a little embarrassed. No matter what, everyone can't figure out how the strange scene just happened. In the field, the two sides are still fighting.

Xiao Ran carefully looked at the layout and terrain around the ring, as if he suddenly thought of something. Running the method, the blue veins on the forehead soared, and the eyes were attached to a blue light curtain. Looking at the ring, it was the "Persian dementor" from the unknown old man in the mountains. Except for using it once when dealing with the ghost mother, I rarely spend time practicing. The scene under the operation is different from what everyone saw, like a detector. It can clearly see Murong Yunfeng holding a magic soldier and waving randomly in the ring. The monk just sits quietly in the middle of the ring, embroidered a robe for a few feet, and makes various forms of fighting with Murong Yunfeng under the attachment of true air.

seemed to notice that someone was looking at him. Monk snorted coldly, and a cold light suddenly shot into his head. Xiao Ran's mind was in a sharp pain for a long time before he recovered. What a strong spiritual power. Is this the magic power of tantra practice? This ring is basically surrounded by secret formations. With the special cooperation of this monk, what everyone sees is an illusion. No wonder it will suddenly disappear. That's not me at all. If it goes on like this, as long as you can't see through the other party's live consumption, you can't win. If I hadn't seen through it by chance, I'm afraid I would have been in the dark.

This is not only a category of martial arts, but also more like the illusion of "calling wind and rain, sprinkling beans into soldiers, and turning water into rivers" recorded in history books. But it is more profound than these waffle illusions, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. That's why Xiao Ran had untrue thoughts at the beginning.

"I think Murong Yunfeng's swordsmanship is exquisite, and Brother Wang is not worried at all that Dan Zeng Wangjie will be defeated?"

"No matter how good the swordsmanship is, what's the use? I don't even know who the enemy is. I will only be brave and resourceful like a headless fly."

"I must be very happy to dedicate this sword to my father. I don't know what good treasures they have brought..."

If you say it now, Murong Yunfeng is likely to get the poor stone first. If the monk goes on like this, Murong Yunfeng will lose the face of the martial arts in the Central Plains. Xiao Ran condensed his mind and shouted to the stage for a moment, "All this is the illusion of the monk. Brother Murong closed his eyes and felt it with his heart."

"Illusion!" Everyone was shocked. It was impossible to see the two fighting on the stage. How can it be fake?

I saw that the prince of Tubo and the monk suddenly changed their faces, and the master actually saw the secret in it. Murong Yunfeng heard Xiao Ran's shouting, and several killers had let the other party dodge, knowing that what he said was true. Unexpectedly, I really closed my eyes and felt the changes in the airflow. Although he can't see the things in front of him, the facial features of the innate master are different from ordinary people, but his moves are as threatening as before. The people under the stage saw a few more scenes. Obviously, they saw the monk hit Murong Yunfeng Tianling Gai with one palm, but the other party did not hide, but stabbed at another place. It's strange that this monk's palm passed over his head like this. Without any damage, everyone began to believe what Xiao Ran said.

"The shameless monk actually deceived us with such a despicable means. No wonder even the head of the Emei faction will be defeated." Many people looked at Xiao Ran and didn't know what his identity was. Everyone didn't see the flaw, but was broken by him.

"The Central Plains is really capable of many people!" Breaking through the prince's fierceness, the beautiful eyes of the woman beside him were also constantly looking at Xiao Ran.

"Hmm, do you think it can be cracked like this!" Due to Xiao Ran's reminder, the monk should also move his figure to hide, avoid being found by Murong Yunfeng, and have to face the enemy and devote a lot of energy. Several yellow charms flew out of the cuffs while dancing with his hands, and his hands flew into the air with fire. Of course, only Xiao Ran could see all this.

"Is this the array?"

Murong Yunfeng only saw the ten thousand hectares of lake in front of him pouring down, which made people unable to breathe. Behind him, the burning firelight came into a wall several feet high. If it is falling into a fantasy, why is it so real? You can even smell the smell of water and the burning skin. At first, I didn't care about the general formation, but now I know it's powerful.

The monk waved his robe again, and several blades galloped towards Murong Yunfeng in three directions. Beware of hidden weapons!" Xiao Ran couldn't help exclaiming. Murong Yunfeng suddenly did not come to his senses. He took a step forward and danced a silver lotus with a sharp sword in his hand. The oncoming hidden weapon was actually intercepted by him one by one. Everyone only heard the shouts and saw several broken hidden weapons at Murong Yunfeng's feet, and they all took a breath of cold air. I don't even know where my opponent is. How to fight?

In Xiao Ran's eyes, Murong Yunfeng either stabbed left and right with a magic weapon, or could not touch the corner of the other party's clothes. The monk was not far away from him, but he turned a blind eye to it. From time to time, the monk ejected some hidden weapons, and Murong Yunfeng gradually showed defeat. Finally, after a hundred moves, he jumped off the stage. The scene in the field did not change much. The monk didn't know where he came out, and there was no trace of damage to his clothes.