Behind the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain Range, in a land of falling rocks, countless Dao Sect disciples stood up, their eyes became more and more fiery as they looked at the two teams in front of them, and they had some expectations in their hearts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After Ling Yu rushed over and showed his strength that was not weak, the balance between Tianxuan Sect and Fuxia Sect seemed to be slowly becoming balanced, on par, not to mention, Ling Yu also had another awe-inspiring identity, Spirit Bead Master.

That terrifying identity, how much power can be contained in it, no one can question it.

Only by letting Ling Yu grow up, he must be an immeasurable figure, at this time, many sect disciples are quite happy to see Ling Yu and Mu Tong die together, so that their competition will become a lot easier.

Rao is now, and none of the disciples of the sect dare to speak out to help Tianxuan Sect or Fuxia Sect, and no one wants to set themselves on fire.

"I still underestimate you." Mu Tong's increasingly cold face flashed with a strong killing intent, and the feminine smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more cold.

Ling Yu silently took a few steps, and his face was fierce again, "Fuxia Sect, just stay!" ”

Between the two sects, because of Ling Yu's existence, they have long become immortal, for Ling Yu, whether it is right or wrong, the group of disciples of the Fuxia Sect, the place where the stones fall, is their burial place.

No one will have hatred for those who chase down their sect like a lost dog, and show a kind attitude.

Mu Tong will never let Ling Yu's growth go, this is an inevitable situation.

Ling Yu's expression was indifferent, and the killing intent gathered between his eyes was comparable to that of a mad beast, the unnatural movement of his two fingers, and the invisible power of the primordial god emanated from it.

Seeing Ling Yu's movements, Mu Tong's expression was awe-inspiring, only to see the faint black light in Ling Yu's hand in vain, condensing a long sword, simple and simple, without a trace of light flickering, profound.

"Phased."

Ling Yu had still preliminarily mastered the Black Brake Spirit Bead before, and could only condense the phase of the Spirit Bead, but now, under the stimulation of his rage, he once again surpassed himself and became a phaser.

The deep and simple long sword was held in his hand, and a monstrous killing intent permeated his body, feeling the slight fluctuations of the long sword in his hand, Ling Yu's eyes flashed with praise.

The ancient long sword in Ling Yu's hand was definitely no less than a high-level human spirit weapon. The edge is deep and restrained, and a sword stirs the storm.

Mu Tong and Wang Qian glanced at each other, a little surprised, they had never fought against the Spirit Bead Master, but now it seemed that the means that Ling Yu had were obviously not weaker than them.

"Little Sun Thunder Body!"

Wang Qian's eyes flashed fiercely, and his tower-like body suddenly swelled, and his body was filled with the aura of desolation.

The skin flashed with a dark silver light, and dense light spots wriggled on the skin, like a pair of dark silver crystal armor, growing out on the surface of the skin, and splashing water could not enter.

Wang Qianben was the strength of the late stage of the Yuan Dan Realm, and as his body became stronger and stronger, wearing silver armor, he vaguely climbed to the consummation state of the Yuan Dan Realm.

"Thunder Body ......" Seeing Wang Qian's methods, Ling Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was a little unnatural, of course he knew what kind of physical technique Wang Qian was casting.

That is the Fuxia Sect, the four unique thunder body techniques of the Thunder Pavilion, with the power of thunder, casting a strong body, with the help of the magic axe between heaven and earth, and creating a peerless body technique.

The four major thunder body techniques of the Thunder Pavilion have always been the body skills that Ling Yu aspires to cultivate in the past, but now, they ......

When he saw Wang Qian's thunder body, Ling Yu's heart was even more murderous, and the long sword in his hand trembled, and a buzzing sound erupted.

Wang Qian was able to cultivate the Xiao Ri Thunder Body, and his status in the sect was obviously not weaker than that of the inner disciples, although he didn't know the clues, but it aroused Ling Yu's killing intent even more.

Wang Qian's body trembled, and the dark silver crystal armor all over his body made a crisp sound, feeling the yuan power in his body like a river, and the surge in strength almost overwhelmed Wang Qian's mind.

Once this kind of thunder body is unleashed, with Wang Qian's current strength in the late stage of the Yuan Dan Realm, he will have to pay too much price, and perhaps in the second half of the year, Wang Qian will have to lie in bed to spend it.

However, this feeling is too wonderful, which makes Wang Qian's heart confident and swells a lot.

Although Wang Qian could not reach the level of Mu Tong's physical soul weapon, no matter how strong he was, his strength had skyrocketed, and his defense had also grown greatly.

"One person is not enough."

Seeing Wang Qian's violent, coming with an iron rod in his hand, his dark silver crystal armor flashing, Ling Yu was still unmoved, his body was standing, straight as a gun, the corners of his mouth lifted a touch of indifference, and said lightly.

Mu Tong frowned, stepped forward, stood side by side with Wang Qian, and secretly transmitted a message to Wang Qian: "Your Heavenly Thunder Body has only been cultivated for a short time, and it is difficult to last too long. ”

Mu Tong's control of the situation is obviously higher than all the disciples of the Fuxia Sect, if he does not have such wisdom, Mu Tong should rely on his strength, it will be difficult to lead the disciples of the Fuxia Sect.

Although Wang Qian was dissatisfied, he also understood that focusing on the overall situation, the strength of the two of them was the strongest among the disciples of the Fuxia Sect, if they were defeated, the fate of the disciples of the Fuxia Sect would be the same as what they had done to the Tianxuan Sect before.

Mu Tong wanted to get rid of Ling Yu as soon as possible, and Ling Yu didn't want to kill the two with the power of thunder, and now Ling Yu had exerted such a majestic power of the Yuan Shen, and vaguely, he had reached Ling Yu's current peak state.

At this time, Ling Yu was full of killing intent, and the anger in his heart could only be washed away by blood!

"Zheng!"

Ling Yu's body was as straight as a spear, with a sharp edge, replacing it little by little, holding a simple long sword, swinging it in the air, extremely profound.

As soon as his body moved, his speed was not satisfied, and he appeared in front of Wang Qian, and a sword tore through the air, and suddenly fell from under Wang Qian's head.

The sword light flashed, and a feeling of extreme danger landed on top of Wang Qian's head.

Wang Qian didn't panic too much, the iron rod in his hand was running, and his strength burst out, and it collided with the ancient long sword that fell, the fire burst out, and the crisp sound kept ringing.

With the long sword in Ling Yu's hand, it quickly fell, and the violent power, like ripples, vibrated on the iron rod wave after wave, and the strength was no less powerful than the amazing iron rod in Wang Qian's hand.

Wang Qian's strength urged, on his rough face, his hard cheeks bulged, and the iron rod in his hand was raised, the iron rod tended to avoid the ancient long sword that Ling Yu fell, and tried his best to get rid of Ling Yu's attack, the iron rod waved in the air, took a few steps back, and his face changed.

is to show the thunder body every day, Wang Qian still does not have the upper hand, fighting alone, fighting for a long time, he will be defeated, but fortunately, this is not alone.

When Wang Qian thought of this, his heart was confident, his strength was sufficient, the yuan force in his body was surging, urging to the extreme, and the long stick in his hand exuded a scorching light.

"Just you?"

Ling Yu's battle intent was even more wild, and a strong palm of Yuan Force slapped heavily on the ancient long sword, with a humming sound, the Yuan Force rolled, wrapped in the spiritual long sword, and emitted a burst of white light.

On the body of the ancient long sword, the light flashed, the wind swirled, and the sword edge was fierce.

Ling Yu's body was roaring, his feet were stomping, his long sword was dancing, and his sword was pointing at Wang Qian, and he was aggressive!

The sound of metal crashing, accompanied by bursts of sonic booms, spread out a circular arc, and the momentum was turbulent.

The two of them are like fighting to the death, whether it is strength or yuan power, they don't give in much, and even fight to the death, they don't dodge, just to seriously injure the other party.

The two of them who were in full swing, the sharp soldiers collided, the light and fire burst out, and the power collapsed on the ground under their feet, which attracted the attention of countless disciples, and their expressions gradually became solemn, and they watched the competition between the two with bated breath.

"Boom!"

The long sword that fell in Ling Yu's hand suddenly blocked his face without warning, and the crisp impact made the long sword in Ling Yu's hand vibrate violently, and a short red dagger flew away.

Wang Qian seized this gap, the Yuan Force around his body surged, pounced, and after the iron rod was on one side, he bombarded Ling Yu's body in a double circle, the fist wind roared, and the wind oppressed.

Compete in strength in the army,

When the red dagger was shaken away, a figure swept up, raised his hand to draw a graceful arc, and took the dagger from Zhenfei, Mu Tong looked at Ling Yu who was fighting with Wang Qian with an unkind face, the red dagger was hidden in the depths of the sleeve robe.

Mu Tong has been dormant from the beginning of Ling Yu's move, ready to attack, but he still can't escape Ling Yu's keen perception and dodges his animal blow.

Looking at Wang Qian, who had a slight advantage, Mu Tong smiled sympathetically, twisted his body, and appeared beside Ling Yu like a ghost, grappling Ling Yu with his fists and feet.

Bang! Bang!

Ling Yu erupted, while resisting Mu Tong, turning over his hand Yuan Force, the invisible Yuan Shen power, more and more majestic, even the Yuan Force around him, also became restless, the ancient long sword that fell in his hand, as if there was a small storm circling, sideways, the whirlwind of power on the long sword, exploded in front of Ling Yu's body.

The fist wind was about to roar, and feeling the fluctuations of the whirlwind accompanied by the explosion of the Yuan Force, Wang Qian's pupils shrank suddenly, "This madman! His fists slammed suddenly, and he didn't dare to rush into Ling Yu's body, and his body exploded!

Seeing Wang Qian's movements, Mu Tong didn't think much about it at all, he didn't seek to fight steadily, and his body was also retreating.

"Miscellaneous, I want to run now, it's too late!"

Ling Yu smiled fiercely, and the simple long sword in his hand turned into a deep and restrained light, burst out, and galloped towards Mu Tong and the others.

Whew!

The quaint floodlight long sword burst into the two of them, penetrating through the defense of the Yuan Force, and in the horrified gaze of Mu Tong Wang Qian, it completely exploded, and in the explosion of the heavy Yuan Force, the bodies of the two were forcibly rolled up, and they dodged at all.

Countless sect disciples looked at the exploding long sword, and deep in their hearts, they felt a chill, who would have thought that the Spirit Bead Master would have such a terrifying combat ability.

The long sword containing the power of the primordial god exploded, Ling Yu's body staggered, urging the ancient long sword to explode to the extreme, for Ling Yu, the load was not small.

The explosion did not last long, turning into thick black smoke, and a figure could be faintly seen, from the black smoke appeared, blood splashed, crystals on the body, all collapsed, and the chest was scorched black, and he fell to the ground weakly.

"It's Wang Qian......"

Seeing that Wang Qian was so badly injured, those disciples in the back looked at each other, and the sound of swallowing saliva sounded one after another.

"What's that......"

On the ground where there was no black smoke to disperse, a yellow light emitted little by little, attracting the attention of the disciples behind him, and he couldn't help but say loudly.

In the black smoke, a yellow light swept out, and Mu Tong's figure was revealed, his clothes were not stained, and he was holding a delicate yellow ancient tower.

Feeling the thing in Mu Tong's hand, Ling Yu frowned, and secretly thought in his heart, "That's a ground-level spiritual artifact...... A little uneasiness flashed in his heart, and there were some clues that seemed to be a must-kill scene......