A large area was vacated to the southwest, facing the city gates. On the city tower, it was already full of people, and there was a group of people standing in the middle, one of whom stood like a flock, with a brocade crown in gorgeous costumes, and a lofty instrument, quite a king's wind.

This person is already a cultivator in the late stage of the Eightfold Heaven Realm, and his qi and blood are prosperous and his breath is strong, and he is not weaker than Mu Lang in the slightest.

This young man's name is Changsun Mingyu, and he is also the winner of one of the Celestial Star Orders.

The origins of these people are extremely mysterious, except for some simple understanding of each other, the others have only recently met, as if they appeared out of nowhere.

These men formed a circle of thirty feet in the wilderness, and in the middle of the circle stood a man in a black robe, with long hair and a shawl, arms folded over his chest, and his head and eyes closed.

This person is Hua Mengsheng, in the later stage of the Eightfold Heaven Realm, he has a Heavenly Star Order in his hand, and he is the opponent of this peace consolation battle.

After a stick of incense, it was time to unite, Yuwen Tian walked out of the city gate in peace, the eyes of the crowd shifted to the past, Hua Mengsheng also opened his eyes, his face was slightly solemn.

Feeling everyone's gaze, Yu Wentian was still light and light, and the peace was also calm, the two of them were talking and laughing, as if they were strolling leisurely.

"These guys are really early, where is the excitement and where to make it!" Ping Wei glanced around at the crowd in front of him, and said lightly, unable to hear whether his tone was annoying or happy.

"A battle of your level is rare but unattainable for any young martial artist like us! Even I will be there early!" Yu Wentian smiled faintly and sighed.

"Don't be modest, when it comes to fighting, you are the best example! If I watch a few more of your battles, I will definitely gain a lot!" Ping Wei smiled, and then patted Yu Wentian on the shoulder.

Yu Wentian also laughed, he really couldn't stand the praise of each other, although it was all true.

Unconsciously, the distance of 100 zhang has reached the front of them, the two glanced at Hua Mengsheng who was thirty zhang away and the various elites on the field, and then looked at each other again, and Pingwei took the lead in speaking: "Brother Yuwen, wait a minute, those guys from the Zongzheng family are putting up a fight, they haven't arrived yet, but they will definitely arrive, since Hua Mengsheng has arrived, I will go first!"

"Well, I hope I can get some of the things I want, you must not hide it!" Yu Wentian smiled faintly and said.

"I hope that guy isn't too bad and can force out my true strength!" Ping Wei grinned, a little naïve.

Yu Wentian patted Pingwei's shoulder, then walked out of the circle and watched Pingwei walk slowly towards Hua Mengsheng.

At this time, the noise on the field gradually fell silent, and the eyes of all the warriors turned to the two figures in the field.

Hua Mengsheng looked at the peace of relief outside the three zhangs, his face was slightly condensed, but he was still calm and abnormal, and said, "Peace of mind?"

Ping Wei didn't rush to answer Hua Mengsheng's question, but looked at Hua Mengsheng from head to toe, and then said with a smile: "Hua Mengsheng?"

"Not bad!" Hua Mengsheng's eyes condensed slightly, and he coldly spit out two words, but then he regretted it. Pingwei ignored his own questions, but he couldn't help but answer Pingwei's questions, which has fallen behind in momentum.

However, he didn't care anymore, after all, things had already happened, and there was no turning back, he looked at Ping Wei and said, "I saw your battle in the morning!

"Well, modestly, it's the opponent who is too bad!" Ping Wei laughed out loud, and then continued: "However, I don't deny that I am indeed strong for an opponent like you!"

As soon as these words came out, Hua Mengsheng cursed secretly in his heart, this guy said he was modest, but in fact he was not modest at all.

"I will do my best, even if I am defeated, I will not be easily defeated by you!" Hua Mengsheng put aside all kinds of unhappiness of Fang Cai, and said with a straight face.

"I hope you can do your best better than me!" said calmly, then stretched out his hand and said, "Please!"

Hua Mengsheng took a deep breath, touched the space ring, and a three-pointed two-edged knife appeared in his hand, and then kicked the ground with his feet, and rose into the air, the blade reaching Pingwei's head.

"Zhenhua Flurry!"

Countless blade phantoms appeared in the air, like blooming flowers, making people dizzy.

It's just that Ping Wei didn't seem to have a trace of feeling, shook his head secretly, and muttered: "Flashy!"

Then, I saw him tap his toes on the ground, and instantly appeared in mid-air, his hands flew in front of his chest, and a burst of fire filled his body, and then, with his left palm pushed out, a fire dragon with a length of three feet appeared, galloping up, and crashing into the attacking knife shadow.

"Great Brahma Fire Dragon Palm!"

The two true elements collided together, and with a "boom", they burst open in an instant, and surging energy burst out in all directions, forcing the two of them to retreat.

Ping Wei retreated three zhang, while Hua Mengsheng retreated five zhang.

Looking at the gap between the two sides, some people have begun to shake their heads and sigh, and Yun Tian is also carefully observing the battle on the field, his face is calm, but there is a wave in his heart.

Although the gap between Hua Mengsheng and Ping Wei is not small, his own cultivation is still passable, at least the martial arts skills he has learned can exert the power of Xiaocheng Realm.

Mainly because the opponent was too strong, which overshadowed him and diverted everyone's attention. However, any martial artist who has some understanding of your martial arts will not despise Hua Mengsheng.

In this world, the strong are the weak, and the strong need the weak to contrast, and the strong and the weak are just a relative topic.

Hua Mengsheng tightly grasped the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, waved it a few times in his hand, and rose into the air again, rushing towards Pingwei.

"Okay! Come again!" Ping Wei grinned, as if he was playing, and also followed Hua Mengsheng into the air, facing the other party's attack.

"Winged Snow Blade!"

Hua Mengsheng's three-pointed two-edged knife transformed into countless sword shadows in mid-air, converging into two huge silver blade wings, enveloping the surrounding six-zhang range. And the two huge blade wings, combined with the three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand, slashed at Ping Wei with the momentum of destroying the world and destroying the earth.

"The Hand of the Shape Killer!"

Ping Wei stood in mid-air, his right hand stretched out, turning into a silver palm the size of four zhang, and it was magnificent, directly grabbing Hua Mengsheng who was attacking.

"The Artistic Conception of Light!"

Yu Wentian almost shouted, this is the first time he has seen a martial artist who can perform his artistic conception in addition to his own accident, and it is also the famous artistic conception of light, although the heat is still low, but if there is enough time, Ping Wei will definitely be able to comprehend the mystery, and even the law.

Sure enough, it's a genius, before he got out of the Eastern Regions, he saw a warrior who comprehended the artistic conception of light, and it is conceivable that there are so many martial artists who have comprehended the artistic conception in the vast and mysterious Middle Domain.

The other martial artists around them were all puzzled when they saw the moves performed by Ping Wei, although they were geniuses and elites, they had not comprehended the artistic conception and could not recognize the artistic conception of light.

Mu Lang frowned slightly, and after thinking for a long time, he said the word "artistic conception" in confusion, but listening to his tone, it seemed to be guessing.

Jiang Yao, who was not far from him, also frowned slightly when he heard this, and his eyes were full of brilliance, as if he had discovered something new.

The onlookers were not allowed to think, and the silver Guanghua hand directly tore apart Hua Mengsheng's blade, forcing him to retreat.

On the other hand, the big silver hand gradually dispersed, and he landed firmly on the ground, looking at Hua Mengsheng with a dignified face.

Hua Mengsheng stopped, looking at Ping, beads of sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead, his breathing was heavy, and his heartbeat seemed to speed up slightly.

After a short pause, Hua Mengsheng struck again, his body swept towards Pingwei, leaving an afterimage in the air, and a silver sword shadow turned into a blade again, wrapping it up and forming a True Yuan Wing Armor.

"Feather Lost!"

Ping Wei didn't careless this time, his hands flew in front of his chest, and a piece of silver light shrouded his body, and then saw him grab his hands forward, and two huge silver palms appeared in mid-air, not only blocking Hua Mengsheng's attack, but also his powerful True Yuan also shook Hua Mengsheng's wing armor away, forcing him back five zhang.

This is a form-killing move, and the previous attack was performed with the right hand, but this time the left and right hands are used together, and the power is greatly increased.

After forcing Hua Mengsheng back, Ping Wei started his first active attack. I saw that he took advantage of the energy riot on the field before it was exhausted, and kicked the ground with his feet, and instantly swept towards Hua Mengsheng.

"Hell, electricity!"

In less than half a breath, Ping Wei stood two feet in front of Hua Mengsheng, his hands flying, and the fire was churning, like burning lava. Then, he pushed out his palms, and a four-zhang long fire dragon appeared in an instant, hovering in the air, and rushed towards Hua Mengsheng with Ping Wei's attack.

"Great Brahma Fire Dragon Palm!"

Hua Mengsheng was shocked, immediately activated the true yuan of his whole body, rose into the air, and picked up the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, and the snowflakes of the sword shadow fell one after another, blocking the attack of the fire dragon.

This move is called "Northern Frost Boundless", and the martial art of the ice attribute can prevent the spread of its fire dragon firepower even if it cannot conquer the Great Fan Fire Dragon Palm of Pingwei.

However, there is a big difference in the degree of the true yuan of the two, and Sheng Sheng shook Hua Mengsheng back three zhang away, while Ping Wei stood on the ground and looked at Hua Mengsheng lightly.

"You are really powerful! Although I haven't shown everything I have learned, it is undeniable that even if I try my best, I can't resist the power of your two moves!" Hua Mengsheng's eyes condensed slightly, and he said: "However, I will not give up here, I will take out all my strength to try your edge!"

"Come on, although you can't force me to exert my full strength, my opinion of you has improved somewhat!" said with a faint smile.

Hua Mengsheng bowed slightly, did not answer, and once again used the true yuan of his whole body, and the three-pointed two-edged knife came out of his hand like long wings, and hit Pingwei.

"Snowwing!"

"The Hand of the Shape Killer!"

"Double-edged slash!"

"The Hand of the Shape Killer!"

"Three-Bladed Soul Splitting!"

"The Hand of the Shape Killer!"

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