Within a radius of 100 meters, they were all shrouded in the fighting spirit of the three people, and the red and black qi around the ring of the ring lingered around the ten-square sticks waiting for an opportunity to move. On the other side, the sword slave held the sword in one hand and pinched the sword technique in the other, staring at Du Xuan's three-foot iron sword with a chill in his eyes.

Du Xuan didn't care, and wandered as if he hadn't heard of it. After a punch, he was refreshed, and his fist punched the sky several times one after another, this style tore a gap in the thick fog like an evil dragon coming out of the abyss, and the sound of the dragon's groan resounded in all directions. A ray of sunlight pierced through the dust, the breeze settled slightly, and Du Xuan also revealed his true face.

The boss in the stands let out a soft shout, she had never practiced the magic technique of exploring the void and reality, and she had been deceived by Du Xuan's Hongmeng incarnation before. At this time, I was more or less surprised to see the true face.

However, Mu Haoyun's eyes were burning, and he had already seen through Du Xuan's incarnation with his mutilated holy arts, and he was not surprised now. It's just that a fierce battle between the three of them in the ring aroused his fighting spirit, and he saw him quietly take off the prince's yellow robe, dressed in white and shengxue, and his scattered hair was tied up by him casually.

The eyes were lowered, the holy blood in the body gradually awakened, the surging holy power was like a heavenly river bursting endlessly, a Bi Fang phantom behind him slowly appeared, and there was a light wheel behind the head of the fairy bird, which was caused by the concrete appearance of his emperor's fate.

Sou!

Mu Haoyun couldn't hold back the pride in his chest anymore, and suddenly stood up, and the Bifang Immortal Beast behind him let out a mutter, and there was a bright red oil-paper umbrella hanging on one foot. The void god turned from virtual to real, condensed to the size of the palm of his hand, holding an oil-paper umbrella and landing on the shoulders of the three princes.

"Void God Realm?!"

Lu Zhen slapped the table and stood up, stunned. Since ancient times, the luck of the human race has been robbed, and there are very few monks who can go to the Tianfu realm, and those who have cultivated to reach the Sanyuan realm are even more of a champion. As for the monks of the Void God Realm, they were all well-known cultivation geniuses.

But the three princes of the empire are only in their twenties at the moment, not to mention the human race, even if they look at the entire exile land, the Void God Realm in their twenties is also a fantasy, unheard of and impossible!

"The power of the bloodline..."

Mu Wushuang's face was solemn, and he said slowly: "The third prince inherited the ancestor's former holy bloodline, and obtained the ancestor's inheritance, and the cultivation realm has long been imprinted in the bloodline, and all he lacks if he wants to reach the holy realm is time and spiritual energy. ”

"Soaring into the sky, but also limited to the realm. ”

Bu Bo took over the conversation and continued: "The former sage paved the way and pointed the way. His Royal Highness took advantage of the trend and sang all the way, there was no bottleneck in his cultivation, but he would eventually stop in the Holy Realm, and it would be difficult to take a step. ”

Several people were silent, and the path of cultivation with no end in sight was undoubtedly a kind of torture for the monks. But looking at the limited history of the human race, how many people have been able to sing all the way to the holy realm?

There must be giving, this is an eternal truth.

In the ring, Mu Haoyun stopped the momentum and fell gently, and saluted the three of Taishan slightly. Yuan Ze was unmoved, the sword slave stared at the oil-paper umbrella on his shoulder and looked at it, only Du Xuan returned a peer salute.

"Little bird, it seems that I have seen it somewhere, hehe..." Yuan Ze beckoned the ten sticks on his shoulders and muttered to himself.

Du Xuan frowned, he had memories of his previous life, and his knowledge and vision were not comparable to ordinary people. In the previous life, everyone in Qingcheng worked together to perform the strongest exercises in each realm, but they were stopped by the Heavenly Dao from stepping into the Void God Realm, and it was difficult to cross it.

I never thought that in this life, I would actually see such a strange idea that the Void God turned into an entity, if he was given enough time, he might really be able to create the strongest Void God Realm!

Although Mu Haoyun is in the bloodline inheritance and his cultivation has come to an end, he is also trying to break out and walk out of an unprecedented thorny road. His talent, even in the starry prehistoric Qingcheng, is enough to rank up.

"Demonic"

Du Xuan whispered and stood with his sword in front of the three of them. When the sword slave saw Du Xuan holding the sword, his sword intent was immediately released, and the divine sword above his head sprinkled a little divine light.

Mu Haoyun took the lead in making a move, and the emperor's fate behind Bi Fang's immortal bird turned into a wheel of light, and the fortune of the empire bloomed in his body, and the wheel of light in his body was almost turned into substance, if he remained in the imperial city, he was afraid that people's hearts would be unstable and the throne would be lost. Therefore, the eldest prince and the second prince teamed up to expelle him from the imperial city and send it to this frontier city.

The emperor was mighty, Mu Haoyun's momentum climbed, and he held an oil-paper umbrella on his shoulder and turned it slightly, and suddenly there was a nameless strange fire. The flame turned blue and white, and the weakness seemed to be extinguished at any time, but people did not dare to despise it.

These strange flames were somewhat similar to Mu Wushuang's Nirvana Flame, but they were completely different in nature. Mu Wushuang walked the martial arts, but in his later years, he encountered a great enemy of life and death, and he had to smash the dantian and continue his life with holy fire.

It is rumored that Mu Junlin, the founding ancestor of the Bifang Empire, had a great opportunity, and he had been guided by the Bi Fang Immortal Clan, and he drank a drop of the essence blood of the Bi Fang Immortal Clan. And with this as the cornerstone to create a great cause, the power of the bloodline is endlessly inherited through the immortal blood.

Khooth!

Mu Haoyun made a move, but the opponent was not Du Xuan in front of him, but the sword man who had been standing on the edge. Two strange fires came in an instant, exploding in the lower abdomen of the sword slave. There was a sound of gold and jade striking, but the sword slave was unmoved, allowing it to scorch. The nameless strange fire from the Immortal Clan only burned out a few strands of his clothes, revealing the cyan scales that did not belong to the human race under the clothes.

"She said she smelled the same kind on you. ”

Mu Haoyun turned his head to look at him with interest, and Bi Fanghua, who was on his shoulder, also raised his oil-paper umbrella to reveal two long eyebrow feathers to look at him.

"To... To give... Give it to me..."

The sword slave pointed to the oil-paper umbrella in Bi Fang's hand and spit out a few words with great difficulty, and his hoarse and dilapidated voice was as painful as if his internal organs were being oppressed, which was worrying.

"My contemporaries? Unfortunately, I forgot something. ”

Yuan Ze carried the ten-square stick and revealed a trace of secret, although there was only a trace, it was enough to shock.

Just now, everyone speculated that his true body was the reincarnation of an ancient god, or a living ancient god, but there were some problems with his body. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, two more creatures suspected of being from the same era as him appeared. An immortal race is Bi Fang, and a race is unknown.

Du Xuan pondered for a moment, he caught a hint when Yuan Ze stopped just now, Yuan Ze's target was always to "parasitize" Ran Jing Master in his inner world, not him.

It's just that after the last seizure, in order to prevent the evolution of Hongmeng's breath, Ran Jing took the initiative to become the innate deity of the inner world, and merged with Du Xuan's interior scene without distinguishing from each other, and killing Ran Jing was killing Du Xuan, so Yuan Ze stopped at the last moment.

This also made Du Xuan guess that he had met him in his previous life, and knew about the teacher and his own plan. It is likely that it is also one of Nan Xizi's backhands. It's just that the memory inheritance was finally interrupted, and the memory of the remaining sixteen years was taken away by Ran Jing, and he didn't know what happened in those sixteen years.

According to Yuan Ze's means, he does not belong to the modern era, nor does he belong to the prehistoric Qingcheng era, his origin is more ancient and more mysterious. The cultivation system and power system he displayed were completely different from what they are now, and Yuan Ze himself was likely to be an orphan of the Ancient God Era.

It is extremely powerful, but it is also extremely dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will never recover.

As for the other two creatures, the origin and background of the Immortal Clan Bi Fang are extremely ancient and mysterious, and only a few fragmentary traces lead to Mu Junlin, the ancestor of the Mu Clan. What is shocking is that after the inheritance of the holy blood, the three princes were able to turn into a virtual god, and Bi Fang, who was resurrected with the power of the bloodline, seemed to have given birth to spiritual consciousness, which was fearful.

And the other teenager looks like he is only in his twenties, but he has the aura of a wild beast. The ancient divine sword hung above his head, and he was at the mercy of it like a slave, and even a wisp of sword light was inserted on his altar, suppressing his divine sense, so that he had been living in a daze, but not dead.

The few cyan scales exposed from the abdomen shimmered with a metallic luster, and every step and movement was extremely difficult, and a slight movement would be cut open by the Excalibur several tiny wounds. However, the young man was extremely forbearing, without saying a word, staring at the bright red oil-paper umbrella in the immortal clan's Bi Fang's claws, revealing a terrifying greed.

Even so, Du Xuanren smelled a hint of familiarity under the cover of the heavy breath, indescribable, but extremely familiar.

Suddenly, a divine sword shone through the ages, and thousands of wisps of sword rays pierced out of the void, and the deep-sea boulders under their feet could no longer withstand the destruction of a few people, and they shattered into powder.

The sword slave has struck!

The three princes bore the brunt of it, and more than half of the sword qi enveloped it, besieging it in groups. Although the ancient divine sword was broken, it swept through Cangyu and slashed out the immortal light.

The sword slave walked towards Mu Haoyun step by step under the traction of the divine sword, and at the same time, there was a creaking sound in his body, as if there was an evil ghost gnawing at his flesh, which was terrifying!

Zheng!

Du Xuan held the iron sword and split a few sword lights, but the tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, and the iron sword in his hand almost came out. Dozens of wisps of sword slashed at him one after another. Even though Hongmeng's breath was running to the extreme, he still left many sword marks on his body. Even the Chaos Realm couldn't stop this monstrous sword intent.

The more he fought, the more anxious he became, if he couldn't make a gap before the sword completely enveloped the three princes, then Mu Haoyun would be more and less auspicious today.

Yuan Ze on the side finally made a move, his ten-square stick was made of a lot of material, and the red and black qi lingering on the stick was actually not afraid of the ancient sword divine might, and easily picked up dozens of wisps of sword light, and went a few steps in front of the sword slave.

Boom!

This stick is like a stroke of genius, and the skill is close to the Tao, which is different from the combat skill and does not belong to the supernatural power, but is just fierce and violent enough. unexpectedly forced away the broken ancient sword, allowing the three princes who were under siege to breathe.

Mu Haoyun in the sword was not afraid of danger, the oil-paper umbrella in Bi Fang's hand on his shoulder turned slightly, and the seventy-two umbrella bones complemented each other, and the bright red umbrella surface suddenly increased, easily dissolving the sword qi behind him.

Mu Haoyun walked with a tiger, the moves in his hands opened and closed, and the power of the emperor was revealed. is different from Du Xuan's indomitable progress, he is more like an emperor, not arrogant, pointing at mountains and rivers!

Call!

Bi Fang's immortal fire ignited the sword qi, and then spread rapidly, and only for a moment only a wisp of sword intent remained in the sky. The divine sword was also forced into the air by the oil-paper umbrella, Mu Haoyun was majestic, his white robe was stained with blood, and the power of the holy blood in his body rumbled. Three steps and two steps rush to the side of the sword slave to fight with him.

Yuan Ze stepped as if he was in a relaxed mood, easily dissolved Bi Fang's immortal fire, and sucked the immortal fire into the stick and disappeared with a twist of red and black.

It's a collision of different eras!

The sword slave does not belong to this era at all, as an orphan, his strength is admirable!

Although the Immortal Clan's Bi Fang is only a drop of essence blood, he is still an immortal Immortal Clan!

Yuan Ze, who was ancient and mysterious in the era of the ancient gods, was more like a mountain, overwhelming everyone.

Even Mu Haoyun, who has been inherited by the Immortal Clan, has great power between his gestures!

Only Du Xuan was struggling, although he had obtained the memories of his previous life, it was far less long than the inheritance of the few people in front of him. He has thousands of years of perception and realm in his previous life, but he does not have the heart and artistic conception that he has honed for thousands of years in his previous life. At the moment, he was just a teenager under twenty years old.

If it weren't for Yuan Ze to protect him several times, maybe he would have been beaten out of the battle group a long time ago.

Clang!

Another collision between the ancient sword and the ten-square stick.

Boom!

The oil-paper umbrella rotates against the sword.

Rumble!

The Eight Desolation Fist bloomed in the chaos, Du Xuan became more and more courageous the more he fought, several people shot one after another, and the exercises of different eras collided with strange sparks. He seems to have been thirsty for a long time and the riverbed is wantonly absorbing the essence of all eras.

Click!

Several cracks of 100 meters long opened in the entire martial arts arena, and the unconscious crowd fell into the cracks one after another.

At this time, only a few people in the stands were left in the entire martial arts arena to stay awake, and the rest of the people were stunned and unconscious by Yuan Ze's previous stick to the sky, and even Wei Fat, who pretended to faint, was also intimidated by the momentum of the follow-up people and fell into a coma.

Mu Wushuang and Lu Zhen made a move, as the border city of the human race, Sanchuan City naturally has his uniqueness. I saw Lu Zhen gently tapping on the eight stone pillars in the martial arts arena, and a light curtain spread out in an instant. It was like a city pressing down on the body, forcing several people to separate.

Mu Wushuang summoned his strong aura and rescued the unconscious people to a safe area.

"Oh, it's a disappointment. ”

Yuan Ze jumped on top of a boulder with a ten-square stick and glanced at everyone, and then looked at Du Xuan with interest.

Mu Haoyun extinguished the immortal fire and coughed up a few mouthfuls of dirty blood, his expression was cold, and his eyes were resolute.

The ancient sword of the sword slave was deliberately suppressed by Lu Zhen, and it was already slanted into the ground at this time. He himself was beaten to pieces by the third prince, revealing many cyan scales, and he was a little embarrassed.

And Du Xuan is full of fighting spirit, Yuan Ze's stick method has given him a lot of inspiration, and the momentum that overwhelms the eternals has many similarities with the Eight Desolation Fist. Yuan Ze also seemed to be deliberately feeding him tricks, and the stick method was slow and meticulous.

Mu Wushuang strode into the battlefield and intervened between several people to prevent the melee from resuming. Although it is a mortal body, it has the momentum of despising everyone.

Of course, if several people were in the heyday of their respective eras, perhaps even if the saints came, they would not want to touch a piece of their clothes. But the sword slave's ancient sword had long been broken, and he didn't have much wisdom himself, so he just relied on instinct to act. The real strength is about the Sanyuan Realm, and when the Divine Sword erupts, it can briefly step into the King Realm.

Although Mu Haoyun has a bloodline inheritance, he can use all kinds of magical powers in various realms at will. But the practice is still short, just like a bucket, ordinary people take one step at a time, and the bucket is filled with water. The Tianjiao of all eras is one step at a time, and the bucket is full of gold and jade, which is more solid and powerful. And although his bucket is large, it is full of cotton, which is too much and more than it is real, and it will take time to polish it. If you leave aside Bi Fang on his shoulders, the realm is about the Sanyuan realm, and with Bi Fang's blessing, he can barely reach the Queqiao realm. But he needs to maintain Bi Fang's physical existence at all times, even if the power of the Holy Blood is abnormally strong, it is a little difficult to fight a fierce battle, so he is not defeated by the Sword Slave.