can cultivate to the Jindan stage, and the head is shrewd, and what Nangong Huan can think of, others can also think of.

In battle, the defeat will not only end in face, but may also lose your life because of it. With Su Jinxiu killing the enemy first, this is no longer a simple fight, but more like a battle of life and death.

Therefore, after Nangong Huan's voice fell, all the disciples became excited and noisy, but no one stepped forward for a long time.

Although he is concerned with the sect, he has to seriously consider the matter of his life. Moreover, everyone thinks that others will fight, and they may not have to come out of this alone.

All of a sudden, you look at me, I look at you, and no one goes out.

Nangong Huan's mood was terrible, he had heard about the Han faction a few months ago. From the perspective of his acting sect master, he naturally felt that the upper echelons of the Yuehan faction were not well managed, and the cohesion of the disciples was not good, so they would be succeeded by the Demon Sect so quickly.

I looked at other sects in that way before, and now it's my turn so soon, it's really a world newspaper.

Meiyu Sect also never expected such a scene, and the smile on his face became more and more obvious. They came to provoke the long-standing sect of the Tibetan Sword Sect, saying that it was a lie not to beat the drum in their hearts, and they only took the risk of coming to this situation because they were thinking about the interests behind them and the conditions offered by the other side.

It's just that the Tibetan Sword Sect surprised them even more, if they were frightened before, then now, they don't have to worry about it at all, but they look down on the Tibetan Sword Sect a little.

It's all!

As they said before, where is such a sect worthy of having such rich resources and status?

Mei Tiantian looked at Nangong Huan, seemed to sigh a little, and said, "Is there no one in your sect to fight, is it not to admit defeat?"

"Get out of your uncle, who said that no one will fight, Senior Brother Nangong, this battle will be led by the disciple!" A man in black walked out of the crowd, his face was beating with blue muscles, and he looked very angry.

Yan Ruyu glanced at him, and it could be seen from his outfit that he was a disciple of the Divine Sword Battalion. The cultivation of the very stable Jindan in the early stage is profound and huge, because of the perennial penance in the Divine Sword Camp, there is some majesty when walking, and the body is full of the breath of domineering power.

With a long sword behind his back, the blue spike fluttering in the wind, he walked into the arena proudly and stood in front of his opponent. At the same time, the man's coercion was also reduced, and a situation of confrontation was formed.

Nangong Huan didn't pay much attention to these disciples in the past, but when he saw someone coming out, he was full of joy, and even his memory became clear, and the name of this disciple came as soon as he opened his mouth, "Mu Chen, you are so good! If you win this battle, you will be directly promoted to the position of elder!"

Everyone was stunned, and the disciples of the Jindan period couldn't help but secretly regret it, from the inner disciple to the position of elder, the worship resources they enjoyed were worlds apart!

Mu Chen was also very happy in his heart, but at this time he was more worried.

As soon as he came on the field, he secretly competed with Ishikawa on the opposite side, and he used eight distractions, but he could only draw it, and he didn't know if the other party had left. He thought he was better than the monks of the same rank, but when he faced Kamishikawa, he was not so confident.

Compared to his extreme caution, Ishikawa on the other side was really too leisurely, and he raised his jealousy a little more, and Mu Chen raised his voice and said: "Senior Brother Xie Nangong, the disciple should do his best!"

As soon as the words fell, a flying sword rose from behind, and the man followed the sword to attack Ishikawa.

He himself also knows that the enemy is not small, so as soon as he enters the field, he adopts the strategy of onslaught. Before the other party adapts, it would be best if he could hurt him hard.

Such an attack without greeting is inferior in conduct, but he has no better way. You can't put yourself in danger for the sake of face or something.

Ishikawa looked at him before, but it was as chilling as a poisonous snake. As a disciple of the Divine Sword Battalion, he has always done dangerous things for the sect, and he doesn't know how many times he has passed the life and death barrier, but there has not been a single time that makes him feel cold all over.

In this battle, it is only advisable to fight quickly, and if you don't win, you will be defeated, there is no other way!

Under Mu Chen's aggressive offensive, Ishikawa was still very calm. Mu Chen's sword was about to arrive in front of him, so he waved his sleeve slightly.

"The rainy season falls!"

The plum rain falls is the famous practice of the plum rain sect.

As if at his fingertips, countless thin needles flew out of his robe, like a thin slanting rain, densely packed, and flew towards Ishikawa. It was quenched with poison, and as long as one of these countless fine needles pierced Mu Chen, Ishikawa would win half of it.

The thin needle was getting closer and bigger in Mu Chen's eyes, his pupils shrank, and the long sword turned in his hand, so fast that a small hurricane was hit on the body of the sword, and some of it moved back, protecting him in the middle.

The little hurricane kept the needle out, and he continued to rush towards Ishikawa.

Ishikawa smiled lightly, his eyes were full of gloomy disdain, and he saw his boots gently slide out of the arc in front of him, and the end of the boot kicked up, and the scythe-like qi blade flew out from under his feet, hitting Mu Chen's small hurricane.

One was obviously not enough, but the end of the boot kept flying out of the air blade, gradually exhausting Mu Chen's defense against the small hurricane.

Yan Ruyu stared at his boots with interest, if she hadn't been dizzy with old age, these boots were not just as simple as a high-level magic weapon, and even had a more powerful aura than a top-level magic weapon.

It's not a Dao weapon, at least it's a half-Dao device.

She thought sarcastically, now that these Jindan stage disciples of small sects and sects can also use weapons of this grade, they are really wealthy, where do they still need to compete with the Tibetan Sword Sect for resources.

The person who planned all this behind him was also very willing to spend money, and he didn't know if his purpose was to disturb the peace on the surface of Dao Xiu and tear off the bloody mask underneath, or for something else.

Mu Chen had to stop, and made a few false moves to regain momentum.

"Take!" Ishikawa blocked his blow, and suddenly burst into tears.

Those fine needles that had been scattered by Mu Chen's small hurricane suddenly stabbed towards Mu Chen from all directions. If this is successful, Mu Chen will become a hedgehog, and his body will be full of thin needles.

The poison on the fine needles will surely enter all the acupuncture points of his body until his tendons and veins are destroyed......

Mu Chen hurriedly returned to his defense, and after a turn, his body was hit by another hurricane, blocking everything out.

"The rainy season is falling!" Ishikawa drank again.

It's just that his voice this time is full of ambition, and the meaning of this is shocking.

I saw that the thin needles flying towards Mu Chen were all swirling in the air, and the end of each sword seemed to have given birth to a small hurricane, and its lethality suddenly increased several times.

This is the real plum rainfall, the previous move, it is the strength under the clumsiness!

Ishikawa is really a good person......

"Senior Brother Mu Chen, be careful!" The people watching from the sidelines were also so nervous that their hearts were about to fly out of their throats.

Mu Chen couldn't see it, but he could hear the sound, and a breath of death surged into his heart, and he couldn't care about it anymore, all his spiritual power was put into the sword, and the talisman hurricane was also increased several times.

Ishikawa saw it, smiled very carelessly, patted the dust on his body, and stomped his feet twice, like a frivolous boy, walking leisurely towards the hurricane circle with his hands in his hands.

Kicked it suddenly.