Chapter 65 Fighting

The blood demon ancestor was arrogant and domineering over the sky of Miaochengzong. This box annoyed the people of Miaochengzong. Almost all the angry real people wanted to take action. Don't see that the blood demon ancestor was already a high man in the realm of Yuanshen, but compared with the sword cultivation that specializes in killing, it was still not enough, even if the angry real person was only a Yuanying. At the peak of the realm, but the huge attack power of Jianxiu is enough to make up for the gap in the realm. Kill the middle-level monk of the Yuanshen, not to mention the blood demon ancestor who has just entered the Yuanshen for the first time. This sand is sure to run into an iron plate. This Sha Wubei is also a one-minded master. If the leading sects in the Zihua Fairy Mansion could be kneaded, the magic gate in southern Xinjiang would have been replaced by it for a long time. How can it be his turn? This Sha Wubei has always been used to the smooth wind and water, and he has long lowered his guard. Hundreds of years of flattery made him blindly think that he was invincible in the world.

Mo Junfeng on the other side has taken the initiative to fight. When everyone saw that he took the initiative to invite him to fight, they stopped talking about it. This Mo Junfeng is known as the second in the general internal sword. Only under the anger of the leader, if the two fight, they need to fight for a few days to distinguish the high from the bottom, and the combat power is extremely strong. In the battle 17 years ago, Mo Lianfeng died tragically because of his beloved disciple. He was almost crazy. The scene of sweeping the demons alone with a sword was still in front of him. It was from then that other sects only knew that Mo Lianfeng in the Miaocheng Sect was not only a master of refiners, but also a master-level figure of sword cultivation.

At present, he took the initiative to invite the battle, and everyone thought that they could not beat this sword master, so they gave in one after another. Seeing that Mo Nianfeng was eager to fight, he agreed, "It's okay for you to go. If you take action, I will be much relieved, but this old demon has been in the southern border for hundreds of years, and there are always some fierce means. You have to guard against it. You must be careful." The angry real person also knows that it is not appropriate for him to take action on this matter. Although this matter is caused by his own disciples, as the head of the real person of the faction, if he casually comes to challenge and wants to take action by himself, isn't it a joke? It will lose the face of the sect, but if others take action, he will be worried, and the person will be fierce. Ming Hehe is not bragging. In case of any mistake, this face will be lost today. My younger brother's cultivation is profound, and his swordsmanship is already fascinated. And as a congenital Gengjin spiritual body, he has practiced a mouthful of innate magnetic Geng gold sword, which is infinitely powerful. Even he has to deal with it carefully.

With the permission of the angry real person, Mo Congfeng turned around and looked up at the endless blood cloud ghost waves in the sky. Two golden sword lights shot out of his eyes and pierced straight into the thick clouds. It exploded and cracked. There was a muffled hum from the cloud. It seemed that the sand had suffered a secret loss. The blood demon ancestor Sha Wubei was complacent in the blood clouds in the sky, but he was not stupid and breathable. On the contrary, he knew that the power of the array under his feet was boundless, so he did not jump down, but quietly waited for the reaction of the Miaocheng sect. Unexpectedly, he suffered this secret loss and couldn't help screaming with anger. Just as he was about to shout and scold, a golden and stone-like voice came to his ear, "Sand no sadness, don't be rampant. Don't be here!"

Sure enough, people are just like their names. The display of Mo Jianfeng's sword is really sharp. In the eyes of the general heavy disciples, he cut through the sky like a sharp sword that has just come out of the sheath. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the flying sword that was repaired with his life appeared in the palm of his hand. It was Mo Lianfeng's original magic weapon without a blade, which was funny to say. As the first seat of the heavenly palace, Mo Lianfeng was fascinated by the skill of refining the weapon, but his own magic weapon Xuanbing only had this flying sword. After hundreds of years of Wenyang refining, it has already become His original magic weapon, he has been integrated with this bladeless sword, with both glory and loss. This edgeless sword has been tempered by him for hundreds of years, and its quality has reached the upper level of the second grade, and it is only one line away from entering the first grade.

Because of the sword cultivated by Mo Nianfeng, this flying sword is also unparalleled. In terms of sharpness, it has been compared with a magic weapon. It is really a killer, but Mo Nianfeng has such a strange name as a bladeless sword, which is really strange. Between them, Mo Nianfeng's whole body is shrouded in a layer of golden light. It is the congenital Yuanci Gengjin sword. The genus of Gengjin is invincible. The true power of Yuanjin deters the five elements. This congenital Yuanci Geng golden sword is indeed a great weapon to protect the body. No wonder Mo Yufeng does not use other magic weapons. With this sword is enough, it can attack and defend freely. Why bother? To warm up other magic weapons, as long as your own cultivation is improved, the power of this sword will also increase.

In an instant, Mo Congfeng turned into a huge flying sword and cut straight to the blood cloud of 100 mu in the air. Under the excitement of the sword spirit, the blocked blood cloud melted and dispersed like the snow in the July sun, revealing the hidden blood demon Ancestor Sha Wuyi.

Mo Congfeng has always been a person who has only heard his name for this blood demon ancestor. The thick blood cloud between him spreads under the huge sword light, and a person is exposed in it. The man wears a jade flying crown, wears a purple brocade flower robe, wears an ice crystal blue ribbon around his waist, and wears freely under his feet. The whole dress is like a secular one. The noble son is so ordinary that it is hard to believe that this is the notorious demon. This sand has a white face, and his facial features are a faint image of wealth. If he walks in the secular world, he will definitely be mistaken for a rich member.

Although Mo Congfeng was a little surprised by the old demon's appearance, there was no hesitation, which urged the sword to cut head-on. Sha Wubei was compladed in the blood cloud. The huge sword awn had broken through the thick blood cloud and came to the top of his head and cut it off. He quickly pointed to his hand. A small and exquisite ancient bronze bell appeared in front of him, and it rose to a ten-foot in the wind and protected his whole body. The huge sword light fell fiercely on the surface of the copper bell and made a loud noise. The disciples of Miaochengzong below were watching the battle. Unprevently, the loud noise came, and each of them was shocked and dizzy.

Seeing this, the angry real person waved his big sleeve and hit a sword formula. The sword light on the seven peaks immediately rose sharply and turned into a heavy light curtain to protect Miao Chengzong, so that the competition between the two would not affect the disciples in the door. The angry real person did not drink back these disciples. On the one hand, the comers are not strong enemies, and the two disciples really need some practical experience. What can be more eye-opening than the duel of this top master?

Mo Congfeng followed the sword light. Seeing that the sword light was blocked by Sha Wubei's magic weapon, he did not hesitate to wave a sword and fell heavily on the bronze bell. As an experts in refining tools, Mo Lianfeng is also very good at studying this magic weapon. The sword light has changed its direction when the body protection copper bell appeared, and hit the weakness of the magic weapon heavily. Without waiting for Sha Wuyi to recover, then another sword fiercely split along the sword marks on the body of the bell, once again The loud noise came out, and the sad copper bell had faintly cracked.

Mo Congfeng did not hesitate to win the blow, but cut it with another sword. Look at the place where the light of the sword fell, or the previous fragility. If it is real, this magic weapon of body protection must be destroyed on the spot. Mo Congfeng's eyes are cold. Under his bladeless sword, unless it is a fairy weapon, even a kind of body protection method. Bao will inevitably fall into pieces and collapse. With his own experience in the art of refining and the study of array, coupled with this indestructible Gengjin Sword, it is the nemesis of all the magic weapons. As long as you find its weakness, with the sharpness of the Wufeng Sword and the Gengjin Sword, it will definitely be destroyed under a few strikes. The war 17 years ago was destroyed by the protection under the Wufeng Sword. There are countless body magic weapons, which is also the confidence of this refiner.

Seeing that the tip of the sword without a front was about to fall to the fragile place, Mo Lianfeng suddenly had a warning in his heart and quickly waved his sword to sweep and avoid it sideways. I don't know when a small fiery red ball appeared behind him, which looked particularly inconspicuous against the blood cloud, but Mo Yufeng faintly felt the wave-like pressure from the seemingly harmless ball and had to turn around and avoid it.

The blood-red ball was dripping in the air, just chasing behind Mo Zhenfeng like a blood-red pearl. Seeing the strangeness of the beads, Mo Yufeng waved his sword and swept out a sword of more than ten feet, colliding with the blood-red beads that were chasing him in the distance. In an instant, the beads burst, and blood-red light mixed with flames splashed everywhere. Mo Congfeng urged the congenital Yuan Ci Geng Jin Jian to protect his body. He has recognized what it is. It is the soul-eating flame. As for the blood-red sticky thing, he doesn't know what it is, but his color and breath must be in line with the blood cloud.

The blood-red sticky object and the soul-eating flame wandered around the periphery of Mo Yufeng's sword. They wanted to get close to his body like a wandering soul, but they were all destroyed by the sharp sword spirit. Mo Congfeng did not dare to be careless. The power when the beads exploded just now could not be underestimated. Among them, there was a faint power of thunder, and the impact made him slightly damaged.

Sha Wubei, who was shaking at each other on the opposite side, had long changed color. He had long heard that Miao Chengzong was originally a swordsmanship, and the head was full of shocking swordsmanship, but he did not expect to kill such a character halfway. Looking at the level, it was just the peak of Yuanying, but it almost endangered his life, which always made How can the agled old devil not be shocked and angry? Fortunately, I still have this blood god who absorbs the power of heavenly disaster and erodesic fire mixed with dirty blood gas. If he is responsible for it, he will definitely be broken by his body protection magic weapon and be close to the strongest sword cultivation, which makes the sand devil shudder when he thinks about it.

Sha Wu looked at his body protection magic weapon with sadness. This soul is also a second-grade body protection magic weapon. It is not easy for him to get it. He can break into such a big name in southern Xinjiang. This magic weapon is indispensable, but he didn't expect that he was almost broken without even three moves today. Sha Wu's heart turned sharply and stimulated the mana. The blood cloud of a hundred mu around him rolled up and injected into this soul. The blood cloud all over the sky disappeared in the eyes of the disciples of Miaochengzong. The little bell in Sha Wubei's hand sucked up the blood cloud all over the sky, and the color was a little darker, but the place where it was originally damaged showed signs of recovery. The blood around the bell body was wrapped around it, faintly protecting the bell body.

Sha Wubei then raised his head and looked at Mo Zhenfeng, who had just scattered the dirty things wrapped around his whole body. His eyes were already cold and flashed, and he was murderous.