If it was a fight outside the town, Murong Xian didn't care if he had any backers behind him, and he would directly kill him. However, considering that this is a city, those Yu people can't be allowed to see the jokes of human cultivators, and the most important thing is that she came at the invitation of Yin Wanru, no matter what the reason, it seems a little unruly to kill Lin Haotian, who is also a guest, so she only gave the other party a lesson that is not light or serious.

Lin Haotian's body protection divine power resisted this blow, but the power of the talisman had completely disappeared, not only coughing up a large pool of blood, but also the primordial spirit was shocked, not only could he not stand up, but he couldn't even heal himself.

"Haha, this guy is so unlucky, it's just miserable!" Some of the spectators didn't deal with Lin Haotian, and immediately took the opportunity to ridicule him.

"Stop! you are so bold, aren't you afraid of my Taihao Sect ......" This is Lin Haotian's entourage shouted, but they have no choice, even if the shield of the arena is a Mahayana monk, they don't want to break it in a short time, if they dare to attack the shield, the people of the Flying Feather Tribe will kill them on the spot without hesitation.

"Taihao Sect Lin Haotian was defeated, and according to the duel agreement, the bet placed by Lin Haotian belonged to Murong Xianxian. After confirming that Lin Haotian was no longer able to continue his move, the Flying Feather Tribe monk in the prison field announced the result of the duel with a blank face. So, countless pairs of fiery eyes looked at the jade box that was said to be an immortal's finger bone.

"Thank you. Murong Xianxian politely thanked him, put away the Qingluan treasure and the jade box, and those Lin Haotian's entourage also hurriedly came to the stage to help him heal.

"Kill her for me!"

Lin Haotian took a spirit pill, and his injuries had begun to improve rapidly, although he couldn't make a move, his voice was extremely loud, his eyes were about to turn into volcanoes, and his eyes could burn people.

"Stop, this is a fight, not a personal vendetta. ”

The figure flashed, Yin Wanru appeared on the stone platform, and angrily stopped in front of Murong Xianxian, "Lin Haotian, if you do this again, you will not be my friend." ”

Lin Haotian is not really stupid, although compared to the treasures in the jade box, Yin Wanru's favor is no longer very important, but he also knows that with his current strength, the possibility of retrieving the treasure from Murong Xianxian is very small, and at the same time, if he has to lose Yin Wanru's friendship, the loss will be even greater.

"Lin Haotian, if you give me the three spiritual veins of the Taihao Sect in the Sea of Fog to my Tianjiao Palace, I will help you kill Murong Xianxian. A voice suddenly sounded in his ears, Lin Haotian raised his eyes, and saw that Ao Wunu, the third palace master of Tianjiao Palace, was nodding slightly to him.

Obviously, it was Ao Wunu who spoke in his ear in the form of a thousand-mile transmission just now, and only he could hear it. If it was under normal circumstances, he would definitely not agree to this deal, after all, it involved Taihao Zong's interests in the Sea of Fog. But at this time, Lin Haotian's whole body and mind were filled with hatred for Murong Xianxian, no wonder Murong Xianxian died in front of him immediately, so he agreed to Ao Wuxuan's request without hesitation: "Okay, a word is a deal!"

Ao Wunu smiled slightly, and gave an old monk behind him a battle-ready look...... It was not his fault to rob while the fire was burning, Tianjiao Palace had coveted the three spiritual veins of Taihao Sect in the Sea of Fog for a long time, and the immortal finger bone that Murong Xianxian won just now was enough to arouse his greed, coupled with the hatred between Murong Xianxian and Gray Jiao Tai Sui, Tianjiao Palace and Murong Xianxian had already had a deep hatred. Now that Murong Xianxian's strength had been exposed, he believed that the monk he sent out would be enough to suppress the other party.

Ao Yuanjiao is the elder of Tianjiao Palace, although he is only a beginner Mahayana, he has practiced an ancient secret method, his body has been trained to be extremely tough, his hegemony is unparalleled, and his combat power in Tianjiao Palace is among the best.

Receiving Ao Wufu's signal, Ao Yuanjiao's figure flashed, and he had already flown to the stone platform, stopping in front of Murong Xianxian and Yin Wanru.

"Hey, what do you want to do?" Yin Wanru glared at him, but it was a pity that her angry gaze had no deterrent effect on Ao Yuanjiao, and people ignored her at all.

"Good dogs don't get in the way!" Murong Xianxian would definitely not be polite to this kind of ill-intentioned guy, she gently pushed her right hand on Yin Wanru's shoulder, and the girl felt as if she was flying, and she couldn't help but fall down the stage. Lin Haotian over there was also taken away from the stone platform by his entourage.

"Fairy Murong, Ao Mou is happy to see Hunting, let's have a fight!" Ao Yuanjiao smiled with ill intentions, since the other party dared to offend the majesty of Tianjiao Palace, it was a great crime that could not be atoned.

"Why do you ask to talk to me?" Murong Xianxian glanced at him contemptuously, unceremoniously.

"Fairy Murong, you can't be scared, right?" Ao Wu raised his voice in the distance, wanting to use the agitation method.

"If you want to fight, you can come out with some lottery heads, right?"

The corners of Murong Xian's mouth twitched slightly, "An immortal weapon or quasi-immortal weapon-level magic weapon, or 100 million medium-grade spirit stones." If not, don't open your mouth, this fairy is not a hooligan, and he has nothing to do to find someone to fight. ”

You're not a hooligan, you are?

Ao Wu's nose was crooked, and the other cultivators also made a noise when they heard such a big bet.

"How's this?"

Ao Wufu took out an ancient seal from the magic treasure bag and held it in his palm, "The four-pole treasure seal, which seals the spirit of the divine beast of the four-headed Mahayana cultivation, is definitely a quasi-immortal weapon. ”

"Yes!"

The last time he was escaped by Gray Jiao Tai Sui, this time it was Tianjiao Palace who jumped out to stir up trouble, and Murong Xianxian was already murderous...... People want to kill, and things want to do things.

"Wait, what about your bets? First of all, that Qingluan Baocha is not enough, I want your set of seven-colored flying swords!"

Ao Wunu finally revealed his meaning, in this battle, he not only wanted Murong Xianxian's treasure, but also sold Lin Haotian a favor, and counted it in one fell swoop.

"Do you want to be shameless? If you take a broken seal, you will bet on seven quasi-immortal-level flying swords. Ao Xiaolong was furious, "If you are poor and crazy, there are fish, turtles and crabs in the sea!"

Hiss!

There was a sound of gasping for air, and after Ao Xiaolong's proof, everyone was surprised and didn't know what to say, a complete set of quasi-immortal weapons...... That's a very rare piece of equipment.

If it weren't for the fact that there were still some reserves and fears, they would all want to rush forward and ask to participate in the gambling.

"Why?

Ao Wunu ignored Ao Xiaolong, but questioned Murong Xianxian, with his character, not only the seven flying swords were about to be decided, but even the Qingluan treasure and the immortal finger bones were his, even if Ao Yuanjiao lost, he would use brute force to grab it.

"Add another 50 million spirit stones, I'll bet with you!"

Murong Xianxian sacrificed the flying sword, and the snowy sword body was filled with a rainbow-like halo, which was so gorgeous that it was a mess.

"No problem. Ao Wufu handed a storage ring to the Arena Arbiter of the Flying Feather Tribe, along with the seal.

"Wait a minute, since it's a bet, you can't use these seven flying swords. "Ao Yuanjiao is not stupid, the opponent's sword formation is too strong, if he fights hard with the opponent's sword formation, he really has no certainty of victory.

"What else do you want, let's put it forward together?" Murong Xianxian handed over the seven flying swords to the arbiter, and a mocking look appeared on his face: "Do you want me to fight empty-handed?"

"That's not necessary, we'll better go our separate ways. Ao Yuanjiao's old face was slightly red, he was indeed a little worried about the mysterious and unpredictable sword formation, but it was justified to prohibit the other party from using it in the name of betting, and if he cared, it would be really embarrassing.

"Hey, this is a monk from the Heavenly Jiao Palace, I think it's from the Heavenly Snake Palace, right?"

"You were embarrassed to let people give up the flying sword you used, and you lost all the faces of the demon clan. ”

"Laughing to death, doesn't the Gray Jiao clan have the closest bloodline to the dragon clan? I don't think it's not only that they haven't inherited the dragon clan's inheritance supernatural powers, but even the dragon clan's backbone is gone. ”

Some cultivators took the opportunity to ridicule Ao Yuanjiao, but in fact, the target was directly aimed at Ao Wufu, in their opinion, this was clearly the treasure that Tianjiao Palace had held back enough energy to seek for Murong Xianxian. Although they also coveted Murong Xian's net worth, those treasures could fall into their hands, but it was absolutely impossible for them to fall into the hands of Tianjiao Palace.

"You're not waiting for me to kill myself, are you?"

Murong Xianxian stood in the arena, her expression was calm and calm, the corners of her mouth showed a slight sneer, and there was a trembling aura that spread from her body to the surroundings, she stood there quietly, like an immortal divine tree, standing between heaven and earth.

When it is stronger, Murong Xianxian has never been a person who shows weakness, standing there is like a female god of war who is in the world, and her power is like a surging flood, filling the entire arena.

"Pretending!"

Ao Yuanjiao let out a roar, the sleeves of his robe were raised, and a black light shot towards Murong Xianxian with a thrilling roar, wanting to seize the lead.

Rumble!

Murong Xian Xian came out little by little, and the sound of Sanskrit sounded all over the world, and a golden finger shadow slowly rose like a little golden sun, and the divine light shone brightly, covering all the front, and the sky and the earth cracked!

The black light hit head-on, like an oolong, bombarding the finger shadow, the space shook, and hundreds of millions of rays of light erupted, which was extremely dazzling, making people unable to open their eyes, and the entire arena shook.

"This is the real battle of the strong, others really can't compare, they will become bloody mud if they go up!" someone was shocked and whispered to himself.

If the battle between Murong Xianxian and Lin Haotian just now was like the hedge of two trains, then the battle between her and Ao Yuanjiao now is a collision of two planets, the divine power shines in all directions, and even the entire space becomes bright, and the shield of the arena ripples one after another, if it is not a treasure inherited from ancient times, I am afraid it would have been shocked into powder long ago.

If the two were fighting outside, it would be a catastrophe for the entire Flying Feather City, but fortunately, the arena blocked all the impacts, and the apprehension in the hearts of the onlookers gradually disappeared, and they were surprised that Murong Xianxian was so strong...... The early stage of Mahayana is also Mahayana, which is not the same as the cultivation that is improved by what treasures, but Murong Xianxian is still so strong, it is self-confidence and strength!

Rumble~~

The arena was full of brilliance, and the faces of the two people could no longer be seen clearly, only the two figures could be vaguely distinguished, each casting magic weapons and supernatural powers, each blow had an earth-shattering power, and the arena was like a small boat shaking in the wind and rain, shaking constantly.

At this moment, all the qiē in the town seemed to have lost their luster, two people were fighting in the arena, like two gods of war, and one after another powerful divine senses were thrown here, it was the powerhouses of the Feiyu tribe who were paying attention to the situation here, and they didn't want to suddenly make any trouble and disrupt the normal order of the town.

"Boom!"

In the last blow, the two people staggered, and then stopped, looking at each other silently at a considerable distance.

The dazzling brilliance disappeared, the arena was restored, and it slowly stabilized, and the fluctuating shield gradually calmed down.

There was silence all around, especially those cultivators who were eyeing the treasures on Murong Xianxian's body, and now they all began to reassess Murong Xianxian...... A monk in the Pure Yang Realm, without using any magic weapons, fought on an equal footing with a Mahayana monk.

If it was someone else, they might not think so, but it was Ao Yuanjiao, a fierce man whose combat power was among the highest in Tianjiao Palace. In this case, if there are still people who want to trouble Murong Xianxian without knowing whether they are alive or dead, it is really their heads caught in the door. Of course, there are also people with dark psychology who can't wait for Murong Xianxian to be killed by someone, and their typical thinking of harming others and not benefiting themselves is indeed very strange.

"Yes, with your age and realm, it is indeed rare to have such combat power, but it is just the beginning. Ao Yuanjiao didn't have any sense of superiority now, and he had to admit in frustration that even if Murong Xianxian didn't have the help of the sword array, it wasn't something he could insult.

What would happen to a monk who was almost equal to him in the Pure Yang Realm if he advanced to the Mahayana level?

Ao Yuanjiao was a little afraid to think about it. Because of this, he wanted to leave Murong Xianxian in this arena forever, as for treasures or anything, it was no longer in his consideration.

The faces of the cultivators around them changed, could the huge battle just now only be regarded as a warm-up?

That's too scary, isn't it?

"If you say war, you will fight, long-winded!"

Murong Xianxian's eyebrows shot out a blue light, the Great Compassion Mirror appeared, hanging down the six-color light curtain, and a six-colored lotus platform also rose under his feet, Murong Xianxian was like a Bodhisattva awakening, and her head was full of Buddha light, dancing backwards, she raised her hand and slapped it towards Ao Yuanjiao.

"Roaring ......"

Ao Yuanjiao looked up to the sky and roared, like the god of war coming from the lower realm, his black hair was scattered, and he also pounced forward, his eyes were terrifying and terrifying.

Rumble~

When the two met, it was like two meteors colliding, blooming with endless brilliance, and there was an aura of great destruction that seemed to break out of the shield of the arena, forcing everyone watching the battle to retreat.

"These two people are crazy, attacking without reservation, do they want to retreat?"

"At the beginning, is it going to be life and death, it's too fast!"

"You are all wrong, that Ao Yuanjiao has practiced secret arts, and his physical body is strong, even in Tianjiao Palace, he doesn't think about second people. ”

"That Murong Fairy's Buddha treasure is too powerful......"

All the spectators around them exclaimed, all of them opened their mouths wide, and they were all nervously staring at this qiē. RS