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Lin Tianpeng saw that Yun Xiu's face recovered under his first-aid elixir, and he finally saved his life, and couldn't help but turn his face to Li Zhiyuan on the stage with hatred. With a sweep of his divine sense, he found that his cultivation was still in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, and the suspicion in his heart became a little thicker.

How can you defeat the middle stage of the Yuan Infant so easily?

Lin Tianpeng is not the only one who has this question, everyone present has doubts.

The game continues.

The next competition was that a disciple of the Kunlun faction fought against a person named Feng Lingtian of Huashan Jianmen, and the result was that this disciple of Huashan Jianmen won, and then this disciple of Huashan Jianmen fought with Mu Changfeng, and the result was obvious that Mu Changfeng won and Feng Lingtian, a disciple of Huashan Jianmen, became the third runner-up of this sect competition.

In the last game, it was no surprise that the last battle for the championship and runner-up was Li Zhiyuan against Mu Changfeng, Mu Changfeng was in the late Yuan Infant period, and his cultivation was equivalent to the cultivation strength of several deputy masters of the Peng Kunlun faction, second only to Jin Kunlun, the head of the Kunlun faction.

So in this game, most of everyone is optimistic about Mu Changfeng, although Li Zhiyuan's leapfrog victory has become the focus of everyone's expectations and heated discussions, but the gap between the strength of the two is too big. Of course, there are also a small number of people who are optimistic about Li Zhiyuan.

Finally, Li Zhiyuan, the most anticipated dark horse figure in Penglai Xianmen, and Mu Changfeng, the youngest generation of Kunlun faction who have cultivated to the highest level, are in the ring. Encountered.

It can be said that this competition is a major event in the entire cultivation world. The focus of attention. So at this time, whether it was the high-level of the Kunlun Sect or the disciples under the sect, as well as the disciples of the Penglai Immortal Sect who came to participate in the test, they all set their sights on the ring.

In the ring.

Li Zhiyuan and Mu Changfeng confronted each other.

Mu Changfeng is generous, and his eyes are warm and bright. However, there is an innate arrogance exuded in the body, which may have been gradually cultivated because of long-term attention. However, he did not show contempt for Li Zhiyuan, everyone saw Li Zhiyuan's extraordinary, not to mention this Mu Changfeng.

"Li Daoyou, please make a move!" Mu Changfeng spoke. Swipe your right hand in front of you. With a sonorous sound, a purple fairy sword flashed out in front of him, more than three feet long, purple all over, and it was extraordinary.

"Ziwei Sword!"

"As soon as Ziwei comes out, who will compete!?"

Offstage. There was a discussion, not only did he boast of the high grade of the Ziwei Sword. What's more, after so many competitions, this is the first time Ziwei Sword has appeared.

This shows how exciting this competition is.

Li Zhiyuan didn't dare to slack off, and immediately compared his right hand, and the Holy Fire Sword came out.

The red light burst out, like a substantial flame, burning on the body of the sword.

After Li Zhiyuan showed the Holy Flame Sword, he drove it, tentatively, and slashed a sword towards Mu Changfeng.

Suddenly~

The Holy Fire Sword blazed with fire and slashed over.

Mu Changfeng sneered, and with a movement of his fingers, the purple light of the Ziwei Immortal Sword flourished, and it collided with the Holy Fire Sword.

Rumble~~~~

Although it was only a slight temptation, it made a deafening sound, which shocked the disciples who were weak in the audience to cover their ears.

The two fairy swords parted with a touch, and each returned to the front of its master.

Mu Changfeng stared at Li Zhiyuan and smiled coldly, and then, the Ziwei Immortal Sword suddenly flourished with purple light, and the sword light showed a sword aura that grew three meters long, and the sharp sword light swallowed like flames,

"Look at the sword!" Mu Changfeng shouted, the Ziwei Immortal Sword, booming, roaring sword qi, and the sword body towards Li Zhiyuan, slashed out.

Rumble~~~~~~

This sword was like a dam toppling, and the huge sword qi was directly slashed down.

Li Zhiyuan has no hard regrets. In a flash, he flew backwards.

Rumble~~~~~

Ziwei sword slashed at Li Zhiyuan's foothold.

The boulder ring was cut into a pit up to a meter deep.

Li Zhiyuan flew into the air, the spiritual power grafting technique was opened, and he began to extract spiritual power from the body of the beast cultivator, and suddenly a large amount of spiritual power poured into his body, and finally he condensed it on his hands, urging it into the fairy sword, he held the sword in both hands, and cut a sword towards Namu Changfeng.

Rumble~~~~~

The substantial flames on the sword suddenly magnified several times, and smashed towards Mu Changfeng like a huge furnace with the Holy Flame Sword.

Call~~~~

Seeing the huge flames falling down, Mu Changfeng didn't dare to resist, and flew backwards in a flash.

Rumble~~~~~

The flames of the Holy Fire Sword fell into the ring, burning half of the ring into charred black. It's extremely ugly.

Mu Changfeng, who was flying up, confronted Li Zhiyuan in the air.

"Haha, yes, that's how to start~~~" Mu Changfeng smiled proudly, and his fighting spirit was high.

"Yes, then let's have a good time today!" Li Zhiyuan sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Mu Changfeng smiled coldly, and suddenly stepped on the direction of the seven stars in the air, and at the same time the long sword pointed to the sky, and there were words in his mouth, and suddenly, on the Ziwei long sword, a purple sword shot out, and this purple sword shot straight into the sky until it disappeared.

Suddenly, a strong wind rose.

There was a majestic wind in the sky, and then, the nameless Sanskrit chant sounded, and Mu Changfeng suddenly pointed at Li Zhiyuan, and shouted "Ziwei Sword Array!~~"

Suddenly, Li Zhiyuan was enveloped by a strong qi. That qi machine fell from the sky.

An inexplicable coercion shrouded from the sky, and a sense of fear enveloped Wang Xiaoqiang's heart at the same time, Li Zhiyuan didn't dare to be careless, and stepped up the operation of spiritual power grafting. Suddenly, from all over the world, spiritual power was grafted and entered his body, and the spiritual power in his body climbed again, reaching an unprecedented peak.

At this moment, suddenly, in the sky, purple light flashed, swords were like rain, and purple air swords slashed across the sky, towards Li Zhiyuan, and fell.

Woo Woo Blah ~~~~~~~~

Li Zhiyuan immediately dodged, and the sharp qi swords were one after another. Shoot down, drive into the ground, and turn the ground into deep pits.

Countless qi swords were like beads with broken threads. Rain down.

It's easy to hide for a while, this sky is full of sword rain, it's not that you can dodge, Li Zhiyuan has to make a move, he thinks, to get rid of this sword rain, he must quickly subdue Mu Changfeng.

Thereupon. Li Zhiyuan's whole body spiritual power was fully mobilized, and his strength at this time was equivalent to the late Yuan Infant period. is comparable to Mu Changfeng's strength, and he can threaten Mu Changfeng after launching an attack.

Without thinking much about it, Li Zhiyuan blessed the aura of his whole body on the Holy Fire Sword and looked towards Mu Changfeng. Slashed over.

Mu Changfeng Ziwei Immortal Sword urged the sword rain. Unable to resist with the Ziwei Sword, he immediately hit a spiritual energy shield to block it.

Rumble~~~~~

The next moment!

Li Zhiyuan's Holy Fire Sword shot at the aura shield, making a loud noise, and the holy fire sword smashed the aura shield to pieces, and shot towards Mu Changfeng.