86_86259 "Well, even if it's for your so-called righteousness. Senior sister for so many years, do you really think that this junior sister has not made any progress at all? In any case, Mu Feng is my junior brother, and it is my duty to protect him."

Seeing Shishan's unkind appearance, Zhi Xin also gave up continuing to lobby at the moment, reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his previously confused eyes instantly became extremely resolute, and the short sword in his hand suddenly burst into bright light.

"Okay, then let me, as a senior sister, see how much you have improved."

The corners of Shishan's mouth rose slightly, revealing an indifferent smile.

"A few of you cover Mu Feng to leave"

Zhi Xin's expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice to several Santai Mountain disciples beside him. After several disciples glanced at each other, they also nodded resolutely, turned around and pulled Mu Feng, who had a dull expression, and ran in the direction of Chu Zhen.

In the blink of an eye, the sound of killing has been shocking in the square of Nuoda, and in the mist of the mountains, there are swords and swords frequently, sparks are flying in each other, and people are constantly falling in a pool of blood, and the blood stains the floor of the white marble red, and there are some sticky feet walking on it.

Under the pull of several disciples and the cover of many disciples, Mu Feng soon came to Chu Zhen's side.

At this moment, although there was a killing sound in the square, Chu Zhen and Murong Xian in the distance maintained a calm from beginning to end, and neither of them moved half a step.

"Go to the stone room, the stone room has a mechanism, even Shishan can't open it," Chu Zhen glanced at Mu Feng and said in a low voice.

Seeing that Chu Zhen's eyes had been on Murong Xian, Mu Feng knew that Chu Zhen was planning to compete with Murong Xian.

The stone room is located in the main hall, and at this moment, a large number of Santai Mountain disciples are blocking in front of the stone steps, making it difficult for the people of Baihua Valley to move an inch, Mu Feng nodded solemnly and led the three people around him to run quickly towards the towering stone steps.

"Don't want to leave"

Seeing that his men were difficult to break through the defense line for a while, he thought that if he defeated Chu Zhen, Shishan's betrayal would make the people of Santai Mountain demoralized, and he might be able to solve the trouble without bloodshed, but he didn't expect that the disciples of Santai Mountain were not only in a slump as they imagined, but were stimulated by anger and became more difficult to deal with.

Watching Mu Feng and the four of them run up the stone steps, Murong Xian in the distance finally couldn't bear it anymore, let out a cold snort, and suddenly flew into the air and quickly flew towards Mu Feng.

"Your opponent is me" Just when Murong Xian skipped over Chu Zhen's head, Chu Zhen shouted angrily and rubbed his feet on the ground, he had already lost his soul, and he actually flew seven or eight meters high with only his body, holding a sword in mid-air and slashing at Murong Xian head-on.

The sudden scene also made Murong Xianhua scatter, Dai Mei frowned and hurriedly flew backwards and flipped in the air a few times, her body fell lightly to the ground, and the two Santai Mountain disciples each let out an angry roar and rushed towards her.

"Poof~", the sword light flashed, two bloody heads rolled to the ground, and the two bodies that lost their heads still maintained an offensive posture, and after a while, they fell to the ground with a "flutter".

After the two of them were eliminated with a sword of "looking for death", Murong Xian's speed was also restrained and he snorted coldly at the two corpses beside him, and the arrogance between his eyebrows seemed so unstoppable.

"You all stay away from her" Seeing Murong Xian kill the two with one sword, Chu Zhen's originally blue face was even more bruised, and he scolded in a deep voice at several disciples who were about to rush towards Murong Xian.

"Looks like you'd love to die by my sword?"

After Murong Xian glanced at Chu Zhen contemptuously, he looked at the sword engraved with several orchids on the silver glittering sword in his hand, the sword body became more dazzling because of the addition of soul energy, and the few orchids on it vaguely had a sense of realism that was about to come out.

"Who dies is not certain" Chu Zhen snorted coldly, although the cyan long sword in his hand had lost the brilliance brought by the soul qi, the innate cold light was still a little dazzling.

"Hehe, do you know that the mountain is surrounded by a large army, and they can't escape. Do you have to pay for your life for such a merciless boy? It will also affect the entire Santai Mountain! Murong Xian sneered.

"This is the way, it's not been a year or two since you Baihua Valley did all kinds of evil under the guise of cultivating immortal gates, even if my Santai Mountain suffers this catastrophe today, the fate of your Baihua Valley in the future will definitely be worse than my Santai Mountain!"

Chu Zhen said coldly.

"Who can tell what will happen in the future? Let's do it."

After Murong Xian sneered, his body suddenly activated, and a flash of light had moved more than ten meters, directly to Chu Zhen's left side, and the long sword in his hand was aimed at his throat and slashed up.

"Bang~" Chu Zhen's face did not change and his heart did not beat, his right hand was raised slightly, and the intersection of the two blades made a crisp collision sound, but Chu Zhen seemed to be more skilled, and after resisting this extremely powerful sword, he quickly turned his hand and struck, and his left hand clenched his fist and blasted towards Murong Xian's abdomen.

Murong Xian also showed a hint of surprise, and his body instinctively retreated back to dodge.

"Hmph, you're very strong, but now you can't use your soul energy, look at what you use to fight me!"

Seeing that Chu Zhen was so experienced in combat, he could subconsciously block his own attack and then quickly counterattack. Murong Xian also let out another cold snort, and his body changed shape again.

This time, Murong Xian chose to jump up, volleying seven or eight meters above Chu Zhen's head, holding the sword in his left hand and his right hand, and soon a crimson flame the size of a thumb appeared on the tip of her white left finger, and then this crimson flame was directly smeared by her on the long sword in her right hand.

"Boom~" In an instant, the originally silver glittering long sword suddenly ignited a crimson flame, dazzling like a scorching sun in the square of Nuoda.

"Drink! Then let you see the real Sanqing Sword Style! ”

Watching Murong Xian use occult arts, Chu Zhen didn't dare to be careless, and after letting out a loud shout, he rubbed his sword with one hand and his feet on the ground and jumped high.

"Die!" Murong Xian above snorted coldly, and the long sword was aimed at Chu Zhen who rushed up onwards and slashed down, instantly accompanied by a scorching wave of air, a red ball of fire poured straight down, overwhelmingly submerging Chu Zhen below.

This blazing fire hit the ground, and several disciples of the two sides who were fighting within a radius of ten meters had no time to dodge, turning into a fire man, letting out a few terrible screams and falling to the ground.

Just when Murong Xian thought that Chu Zhen was being consumed by the flames, he suddenly heard a heavy voice from the scorching flames below.

As soon as the voice ended, Chu Zhen flew out of the fire, and the flames in the sky were wrapped around him, and he went straight forward and ignored the flames around him and even on his clothes, and went straight to Murong Xian.

Seeing this scene, Murong Xian's face also changed slightly, and his body exploded backwards and retreated dozens of steps, landing steadily on the ground in the distance.

However, Chu Zhen, who was burned all over his body, followed unrelentingly, and although he lost his soul energy, his speed seemed to increase unabated, which surprised Murong Xian.

"I'd like to see how good the Sanqing Sword Pose is."

Murong Xian's nature is not to admit defeat, she doesn't believe that Chu Zhen, who is no longer able to use soul energy, will still be her opponent, especially when she sees Chu Zhen's wolf appearance at this moment, she thinks that Chu Zhen at this moment is already at the end of the crossbow, so she raised the long sword in her hand and rushed towards Chu Zhen head-on.

"Erqing Breaking the Red Dust" Just when Murong Xian was about to come into contact with Chu Zhen, with a dull voice, the green sword in Chu Zhen's hand seemed to be paid attention to, and a dazzling sword qi bloomed in an instant, and the sword dance of the sky swallowed mountains and rivers so that Murong Xian had to hurriedly stop his sprint.

"Bang" Murong Xian had just jumped into the air, and a huge crack was instantly drawn on the floor of the white marble where she was standing.

Mu Feng and the others on the mountainside also turned their heads to look at the square when they heard the sound under the mountain, and when they saw that Chu Zhen had forced Murong Xian to retreat with just one green sword, and even looked like a wolf, Mu Feng couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

"This is the strongest side of the Sanqing Sword Style."

A white-clothed disciple looked at Chu Zhen's god-of-war posture and muttered.

Between the lightning and flint below, Chu Zhen's seemingly casual sword dance made Murong Xian repeatedly frustrated, Chu Zhen was almost next to Murong Xian swinging his sword, each time faster and more ruthless, and after a while, Murong Xian didn't even have room to fight back, so he could only keep hiding in Tibet.

"Drink!" Seeing that he had already fallen below in his swordsmanship, his clothes had been cut through several gaps, which made Murong Xian's face a little unbearable.

After letting out a loud shout, a large amount of soul qi was poured onto the long sword in his hand, and in an instant, the long sword burst out with a strong dazzling white light, and the shadows of Murong Xian and Chu Zhen could only be seen faintly in the light cluster.

Under the illumination of the strong light, Chu Zhen's vision was also hindered, but this did not prevent him from playing a complete set of Sanqing Sword Styles.

The long sword that was infused with a large amount of soul qi also became larger at this moment, just like a divine weapon from another world, and the huge sword qi swept out between the swings, although Chu Zhen blocked it, but more sword qi actually affected people dozens of meters away, and Cheng Dù was injured.

Although the attack range of the long sword has been expanded dozens of times, as the saying goes, where there is sunshine, there will inevitably be darkness, and where there is good, there will definitely be a disadvantage.

At this moment, Murong Immortal's long sword seemed to become extremely heavy, and every swing seemed to be extremely slow, which was quite a tricky trouble for ordinary people, but for Chu Zhen, it seemed to be an excellent opportunity.

On the battlefield on the other side, Zhixin fell to the ground, covered with blood, fell to the ground, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with crimson blood, and his eyes were empty and helpless looking at Shishan who was walking towards her with an indifferent expression.

"Senior Sister~" Shishan stepped forward to Zhixin, let out a soft sigh, and aimed the short sword at Zhixin's neck