Chapter 67 Breakthrough
Sha Wubei felt that the Qianyuan Lihe Zhenyan behind him was rushing at him. He couldn't help but fly out of the sky. There was a strong enemy in front of him, and then there was a fire. He accidentally killed him on the spot. He didn't have time to think about why the Lihe Zhenyan did not return to the dragon and snake bowl. He shook his hand and hit a rune and flew to the side thousands of feet away. Mo Yufeng looked carefully. It was a silver charm, which was full of mysterious and inexplicable fonts. Under the reflection of the sun, a silver little man flipped on the surface of the rune paper. Mo Yufeng's hand, who was stabbing Sha Wubei, paused for a moment and exclaimed, "Change the shape?"
The charm played by the Sha Lao Mo is a shape-shifting shadow charm. This shape-changing magic power is the unique magic power of the Mahayana monk. This magic power no longer belongs to the spell of the world. The monk in the Mahayana realm is already a figure who has stepped into the fairyland with half a foot. As long as he crosses the heavenly disaster, he can directly fly to immortals. The master's degree in the Mahayana realm is not groundless to say that it is invincible in the world. This change of shape is one of the important reliance. If the cultivation is profound, it is enough to instantly break through the space barrier and reach tens of thousands of miles away. It is really the only way to save lives. The Mahayana monks have such magical power, even if they are besieged. Get out of danger in an instant.
If there is a Mahayana monk who is good at the way of runes, he can depict it on the divine charm. As long as the person who holds the charm catalyzes it with true mana and hits it out, he can launch this magic power. However, after this god is portrayed on the captive through the sky, it is difficult to achieve the instant effect of thousands of miles, and it is the limit to reach a distance of more than a thousand feet. However, under the Mahayana realm, if you can move thousands of feet away in an instant in the fight, you will have no risk of your life. At present, this Sha Wubei is launched by this shape-shifting magic charm. The refining of this rune is extremely time-consuming. The Mahayana monks are generally busy practicing in the face of natural disasters. There is no time to refine these useless charms for themselves, so this shape-changing magic charms rarely survive in the world of cultivation.
After the magic charm was played, Mo Congfeng knew that the sword was going to fail. Sure enough, the sand in front of him disappeared in an instant, and then appeared in the place where the divine charm disappeared. Seeing that Qianyuan Lihe Zhenyan, who had rushed to Sha Wubei's back, rushed towards him, Mo Congfeng waved his sword. The aggressive Lihe Zhenyan immediately retreated. Sha Wubei, who was still frightened more than a thousand feet away, couldn't help but be shocked. Unexpectedly, Mo Congfeng's manipulation of the flame in front of him had reached such a level. Because The reason for the skill is that the dragon and snake bowl is not fully mastered, so this Qianyuan Lihe Zhenyan has not been refined. He can only control the dragon and snake bowl to indirectly command the Lihe Zhenyan, but he did not think that the control of this flame was seized by Mo Zhenfeng and almost fell.
Sha Wubei did not dare to neglect. He hurriedly summoned the dragon and snake bowl back and urged him with all his strength to take the Qianyuan Lihe Zhenyan into the bowl. Seeing that the terrible flame reluctantly returned to the dragon and snake bowl, Sha Wubei was relieved. It seemed that the magic weapon that had not been fully refined in the future could not be taken out of the enemy casually, otherwise it might appear. What kind of change. Mo Zhenfeng saw that Sha Wubei hurriedly took back the Lihe Zhenyan, but did not stop him, but looked at the old devil coldly from afar.
Sha Wu put the dragon and snake bowl into the storage ring with lingering palpitation, and looked at Mo Yufeng, who looked cold in the distance. At this time, he was already retreating. Born in the East China Sea, he didn't know the background of the Zihua Fairy Mansion until now. Any monk in the general gate can fight against him and even have the upper hand, which makes Sha Wubei, who has lived for nearly a thousand years, have a trace of fear in his heart, but now he is difficult to ride a tiger. The previous nonsense has long been offended this wonderful. Cheng Zong, I don't think you can be kind.
Just when the blood demon Zu Zu Sha was thinking about his plan to get out, the Mo Congfeng in front of him had already launched. After a series of fights, Mo Lianfeng has already figured out the reality of the devil's head. It has been delayed for too long. It's better to solve it as soon as possible. With a long roar, the sword light in his hand turned into dozens, and then dispersed and split into hundreds of sharp light sword shadows. Under the continuous internal force of Mo Congfeng, these virtual shadows gradually condensed, like a sword cast by the spirit of Gengjin. In an instant, the dazzling brilliance shone over the whole Miaochengzong, It is Mo Congfeng's famous stunt, the light and shadow sword.
Mo Lianfeng pinched the sword formula and pointed to his hand. The thousands of flying swords made of thousands of congenital magnetic Gengjin swords went straight to the sand without sadness. Sha felt shocked and quickly threw a blue handkerchief-like magic weapon to block him, and then sacrificed the soul again to stop the rain-like flying sword. This Mo Lianfeng is worthy of being the first person in the swordsmanship outside the head of Miaocheng Sect. The innate Gengjin body has long tempered his sword spirit to the extreme. The sword light condensed by a Gengjin sword hit the light blue handkerchief magic weapon like raindrops, and instantly hit the four-grade body protection magic weapon into a sieve, which was touched by the heart. Sha Wubei, who was destroyed by the magic weapon, felt that his soul seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer, and he was shocked.
He never thought that Mo Congfeng's swordsmanship had reached such a point. Suddenly, he began to regret his reckless behavior, but it was too late. Seeing that the handkerchief-shaped magic weapon was shot down, Mo Lianfeng shook his hand, and the remaining hundreds of flying swords went to the sand under the soul. The old devil quickly turned the clock in an attempt to offset the attack of the flying sword. A light sword hit the bell body. Sha Wubei felt as if he was tied to a tree and let thousands of thousands of them. The head monster was hit, and his muscles and bones were about to crack, and he was shocked at the moment.
The thousands of sword lights hit the swinging clock body fiercely. The originally smooth and flat clock body has long been uneven and full of pits. Accompanied by a heavy blow of the fierce rain-like sword was Mo Congfeng. The open-opened bladeless sword was cut on the long-dimmering clock, making a loud noise, accompanied by the roar of ten thousand disciples below. The previous sad and arrogant arrogance had already made these disciples full of anger. At present, when they saw that they could not raise their heads suppressed by Mo Congfeng, they couldn't help shouting.
The fighting method of Jianxiu is most suitable for the taste of these young disciples. No one can conspire with all kinds of means. I will break through the stumblings with my sword and kill you. With Mo Congfeng's sword again, the blood of the disciples in the sect was excited by the figure of the world's swordsmanship, and it was another good word. Mo Congfeng above the sky seemed to be aroused by the sound of good cheering and had been silent for many years. He no longer calculated the weakness of the magic weapon in front of him. He went straight to the sword and wanted to see how long the turtle shell in front of him could last.
Standing behind the elders, Gan Ping couldn't help but see his blood boiling. When the good man came, he jumped, and when he went, he was also determined. Fighting with others was so happy. He couldn't help shouting a few times with the disciples below. The childish children's voice sounded behind the elders. These elders couldn't help looking at each other, but they were seriously excited. After a long time of practice, they had long forgotten what young blood was. Today, they were provoked by this shocking battle, and they couldn't help rubbing their fists and palms one after another. They couldn't wait to chase the sand on the sky. General. Several hot-tempered elders glanced at the corners of their eyes and decided to go back to have a fight to see if their old arms and legs were okay.
Sha Wubei, who was under the soul, was about to cry. Feeling the strength from Mo Lianfeng's sword, he didn't even pull out his hand to release the magic weapon to block it. He had to do his best to protect the clock body, so as not to be cut by someone with a sword and take his head. Originally, he thought that Mo Lianfeng was full of Gengjin sword spirit, which was sharp enough, but it would definitely not last. If he could support it for a while, there would be a chance to turn over. At present, he found that he was wrong, and he made a big mistake. The strength of the people in front of him is simply rare in the world.
This makes Sha Wubei a little confused. This Geng metal aura is the most harmful to the body. If ordinary people absorb some, it will take several days to repair the meridians damaged by the Gengjin qi. Therefore, the monks who practice the magic power of Jinxing in the five elements are sharp, but they can't last. But the person in front of him broke this common sense. Not only is the sword spirit unparalleled, but also the Zhenyuan is more profound, which makes Sha Wubei's grievance for a while. Are you afraid of the Gengjin's anger (forbidden words) to burst your Dantian? It's ridiculous that this old demon is arrogant. Without inquiry, he recklessly came to Miaochengzong to ask for trouble. This body of Mo Congfeng's innate Jinxing, how can the fusion of Gengjin Reiki and its water milk (prohibited words) hurt him?
Every time Mo Xiongfeng's sword comes out, he feels full of soundness. It is this feeling. Since the death of his beloved disciple, his heart has been depressed. This cultivation has stopped on the peak of this Yuanying's peak, and he has not made any progress for more than ten years. But these more than ten years of accumulation are not small. Mo Congfeng was originally half a foot into the realm of Yuanshen, but because of the depression of his mind, there was no entry. Today's battle was full of joy. If it weren't for this old sand demon, where could he find these two magic weapons to split hundreds of swords happily? What's more, Mo Minfeng found that after absorbing the snow clouds all over the sky, the originally extremely hard clock body became very resilient. If it was still the soul at the beginning of the fight, it would have been broken before more than a hundred swords, but now he is still struggling to support it.
The angry real person below also saw the signs. He couldn't help showing joy and said, "I'm afraid this brother Mo is going to break through." The elders behind them were shocked. They didn't expect that Mo Congfeng would break through the peak of Yuanying under such circumstances and pointed straight to the realm of Yuanshen.
Mo Congfeng took a deep breath in the sky. Under the guidance of the air machine, the aura within dozens of miles was absorbed by it, and even the sword light on the mountain protection array arranged by the spiritual vein was swayed, which was obviously due to the lack of spiritual power. Absorbing this huge aura, Mo Jiefeng roared. The sword-shaped qi, which was originally enveloped in the outside of the body, changed sharply. From the original thickness of a few feet outside the body, it condensed about an inch, and then expanded again and turned into a faint human form. At this moment, Mo Zhenfeng finally broke through the peak of Yuanying and officially became The great monk in the realm of Yuanshen. He shot out two sword lights that were ten feet in his eyes, and he cut off the broken soul head-on with a fierce sword. Today, you will die!