289 stunning manro bead flower

Far from the sword, the smiling figure of Wuchenfeng slowly appeared again.

"What a strong space control ability" Qiankun looked at the space power that slowly rippled like waves around Wuchenfeng, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

After seeing Wu Chenfeng show this hand, the smile on Xiaoyaohe's face became stronger, and Liu Cheyun was completely different. At this time, Liu Cheyun's face seemed to be buried with a trace of haze.

The "damn boy" sword was furious, and the folding fan in his hand suddenly threw it out.

In an hour, where the folding fan passed, semicircular gears formed out of thin air, as if cutting countless spaces, constantly attacking Wuchenfeng.

Wu Chenfeng's combat experience is so rich. When he saw the strange attack, there was no wave on Wu Chenfeng's face, and he was still very calm.

"Ten Swords Return to One"

Wu Chenfeng said secretly in his heart.

Then, endless golden light suddenly burst out from Wuchenfeng's body.

Jin Guang quickly condensed into ten golden swords in front of Wuchenfeng.

Wu Chenfeng's hands kept pinching the seal. At the urging of this seal, the ten golden giant swords in front of Wu Chenfeng began to move slowly along a strange strangeness, and then formed a golden sword in mid-air.

The golden sword is surrounded by endless sword light, and at the same time, it constantly spits out the sharp sword light on the tip of the sword.

The white gear kept spinning, and at this time, Wuchenfeng's sick golden sword had also been chopped down.

"Boom"

The white gear and the golden sword finally converged in mid-air. The gear constantly cut the golden sword, but the golden sword is so hard. Moreover, in the process of cutting the white gear, the golden sword also relies on the sharp sword light and powerful power to constantly chop the white gear.

In the eyes of the people in the square, this is definitely half a catty, but in the eyes of masters such as Qiankun, Xiaoyaohe and Liu Cheyun, in fact, Wuchenfeng is still slightly inferior in the current confrontation.

Of course, what Wuchenfeng is slightly inferior is not in talent, but in terms of energy, because the current Wuchenfeng is in the early stage of the combination, and the sword without trace is in the later stage of the combination, but it is completely separated by one step.

Although in terms of the strength of divine consciousness, Wuchenfeng must be stronger than the sword without trace, what is now the competition is the strength of Zhenyuan's power.

"It certainly won't work if it goes on like this. My true power is definitely not as strong as his. If I spend a long time with him, it must be me who will lose," Wu Chenfeng said secretly in his heart.

"Okay, that's it." Wu Chenfeng's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have made a decision in his heart.

"Ah!!!!!"

Wu Chenfeng shouted loudly, and in an moment, the vast power of consciousness gushed out from the sea of Wuchenfeng's consciousness.

The powerful power of divine consciousness instantly wrapped the golden sword, and then gradually separated a small golden sword from the golden sword at the center of the confrontation between the two.

"What a powerful consciousness and his control are too accurate." Qiankun suddenly stood up from his seat. Although his face was still flat, he could see the waves in Qiankun's heart in a moment just now.

"Xiaoyaohe, congratulations, you have found such a good apprentice." Liu Cheyun's face turned pale and sneered at Xiaoyaohe.

"Haha, thank you, Brother Cheyun." Xiaoyaohe did not hesitate about Liu Cheyun's reaction at all and laughed unscrupulously.

Now Xiaoyaohe feels angry. When the Changsheng Hall received Jian Wuhen, a rare genius in ten thousand years, Liu Cheyun showed off his power in front of Xiaoyao Crane.

Now, Xiaoyaohe feels that he has returned all his previous revenge.

However, the battle on the stage is obviously not over.

"brush"

Under the control of the powerful divine power, Wuchenfeng separated a small golden sword from the huge golden sword.

After the golden sword was formed, it suddenly attacked the sword without trace.

The sword saw the extremely fast golden sword, and his face changed greatly. Now he is maintaining the continuous output of Zhenyuan's power. If he is distracted to resist the small golden sword, he will inevitably be attacked like thunder, but if he does not resist, this golden sword is enough to make him fatal.

The sword "You forced me" was furious, and there was no doubt that the strength of the whole body in the later period exploded.

Then, a white light appeared from around the sword without trace.

"shua" "shua"

Then, the sword without trace turned around, and a series of illusions suddenly released from the sword without trace.

One, two, three••• Suddenly, six identical swords appeared without trace.

Six swords without trace were erected as knives at the same time. In an eye, six identical palm knives appeared in front of the six swords without trace.

The palm knife went down and violently chopped towards the Wuchen front.

Wuchenfeng's face changed slightly. Although he knew that only one of the six swords without trace must be true, it was strange that the breath cast from these six swords without marks was exactly the same, as if all six were real.

"The phantom of Jian Wuhen seems to have reached a very high level. If I hadn't observed it carefully, I'm afraid I would be deceived by these phantoms." Qiankun smiled and looked at the battle situation in front of him.

"This child is still thanks to your guidance from the last adult, otherwise how could Wuhen's progress be so fast?" Liu Cheyun said with a smile on his face and a proud smile.

"Don't say that. I just gave him a little advice that day, or it depends on his own understanding, otherwise it's useless for me to say more," Qiankun said lightly.

"Thank you for your praise" Liu Cheyun smiled slightly and his face was full of pride.

If it had been in the past, Xiaoyaohe must have been half-deathly angry when he saw Liu Cheyun like this, but today he has absolute confidence in Wuchenfeng.

Liu Cheyun looked at the happy crane with a good heart, frowned slightly, and then stopped talking.

And the battle on the field has also reached a white-hot stage.

"One World"

Wu Chenfeng shouted loudly.

Since he has decided to participate in this high-profile worship ceremony, Wuchenfeng naturally has nothing to hide, and showing his strength will certainly be beneficial to his cultivation path. After all, the treatment enjoyed by a genius and an ordinary practitioner is absolutely different.

In an instant, the power of heaven instantly permeated the whole platform. Since it is only a battle with the sword without trace, Wuchenfeng will naturally not do anything thankless. Anyway, it is only one person who is dealing with the sword without trace, which naturally compresses these heavenly forces as much as possible, so as to mention Power per unit area.

In this world, the endless power of time and space permeates in an instant.

Time and space are intertwined in this world, forming a world that seems to have lost time and space, as if it has been completely restored to a chaotic world.

"The power of heaven? The power of space and time? How can he have it all?" Seeing the world on the high platform, the universe could no longer remain calm, his face was full of shock, and his mouth kept whispering.

And Liu Cheyun also has an iron face at this time. This battle no longer has any meaning no matter whether it wins or loses, because when Wuchenfeng shows his own world, he is doomed to talent. Wuchenfeng is not only higher than the sword without trace, but also has reached the level that the sword is beyond traceless.

This is the gap.

As for Xiaoyaohe, although he had long expected such a result, when he looked at the expressions on the faces of the masters in the square, especially Qiankun, Liu Cheyun and others, he couldn't help but feel as if his body had sublimated in an instant.

"Talent, haha, talent, so what if your talent is better than me, my current strength is higher than you, I want you to fall here today." Jian's traceless handsome face was a little distorted because of jealousy and hatred, and the previous demeanor seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment.

"Manro Pearl Flower"

The sword suddenly roared at the sky.

In an instant, the other five splits quickly surrounded the real sword without a trace.

And the real sword without trace is looking up at the sky at this time.

Fast, a pearl shining suddenly flew out of the traceless forehead of the sword.

After the round bead flew out of the body of the sword without trace, it was divided into five in the sky and entered the five parts of the sword without trace.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

Horrible momentum broke out one after another from the five points of the sword.

Then, the five dotches rose in the wind and quickly rose to three feet tall, and under the five dotches of the sword were holding a huge long knife.

"Death

The cold light appeared in the sword's eyes, and his hands waved fiercely at Wuchenfeng.

In an instant, I saw five unmarked sword split bodies wave the long knife in his hand at the same time. In an instant, the glory of the Taoist way permeated the whole sky, and countless knife shadows scattered in the air, and then went towards the Wuchenfeng.

"Ah!!"

Wu Chenfeng suddenly shouted, and the endless golden light lit up, and the sword light suddenly burst out around his body.

The golden sword light rushed to the sky and wrapped the Wuchen front layer by layer. From the side, it seemed that Wuchen Feng was hiding in a huge golden sword.

"Boom"

The shadow of the long knife kept falling on the golden sword of Wuchenfeng, and the energy of the Taoist light splashed everywhere.

However, as if there is never a stop, the knives in the hands of the five splits of the sword are endless, and there is no intermittent attack towards the martial arts front.

Although the defense of Wuchenfeng's sword light has withstood the traceless attacks of the sword, at the same time, the dazzling golden sword light is also slowly fading.

Of course, the attack of the sword without trace is also slowly weakening.