Murong Xian was a little confused by the sudden sword, and hurriedly turned attack into defense, when the seemingly faint spirit rhino knot slashed firmly on the sword in her hand, the heavy pressure like a thousand pounds made her face change greatly, her body was shocked and flew backwards for more than ten meters, staggering into the sea of flowers, looking at Mu Feng and the spirit rhino in his hand with a shocked face.

"What kind of sword is this?" Murong Xian calmed down a little, as if wrapped around Mu Feng's hand, and as if he was holding this strange three-foot long sword in his hand.

"The sword that kills animals."

Mu Feng replied in a cold voice, and then he stopped paying attention to Murong Xian, and the second form of the Sanqing Sword Style instantly turned into a golden light, and flashed past her under the surprised and frightened gaze of the chief disciple of the Hundred Flowers Valley in front of her, who didn't have time to react at all, and saw that Mu Feng had come to Murong Xian, and the two exchanged hands in the blink of an eye.

"Your opponent is me!"

When Mu Feng and Murong Xian's two swords, one gold and one white, were constantly intertwined, making a thunderclap sound and bursting out of bright sparks, many Hundred Flowers Valley disciples were divided into two teams, one team rushed towards Leng Yue, and the other team rushed towards Mu Feng under the leadership of the chief disciple of Hundred Flowers Valley.

Leng Yue manipulated the water dragon to spray out several huge water balls in a row, and the many Hundred Flowers Valley disciples who rushed towards Mu Feng were caught off guard, and in an instant, more than a dozen people were slapped on the ground by the water balloon, their whole bodies were soaked and blood was spitting out, obviously not lightly injured.

Leng Yue's blow instantly messed up their formations, when they found that Murong Xian and Mu Feng were fighting at an astonishing speed, and the brilliant and ferocious sword qi continued to strike out, and several disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley who were slightly closer were accidentally pierced by the strong sword qi through their bodies and fell to the ground before they even had time to scream, they knew that even if they went, they couldn't help much, and immediately brushed their bodies around Leng Yue.

Standing on the top of the huge faucet, Leng Yue gave people a feeling of standing out from the crowd under the siege of many Hundred Flowers Valley disciples, these Hundred Flowers Valley disciples were mediocre, they were a little powerless in the face of the huge water dragon, many people jumped up and wanted to capture the thief king, but the strength of the cold moon level was not something they could match, condescending to dance with both hands, the huge claws of the water dragon danced wildly, and the bodies they flew over were like swatting flies one after another.

On the other hand, Mu Feng's current use of the Sanqing Sword Style can already be described as reaching the peak, even comparable to its founder Chu Zhen, and Mu Feng's other comprehension of the Sanqing Sword Style is also vividly and exquisitely displayed with Lingxi at this moment, that is, three words: fast, fierce, ruthless!

The launch of the second style of the Sanqing Sword Style, Mu Feng was already able to be on a par with Murong Xian in the late stage of the ground level in terms of speed, facing Mu Feng's sword sharper than the other, and the sword more fierce than the other, Murong Xian wanted to use his speed to separate from him several times to avoid close combat with Mu Feng, because she knew that the Sanqing Sword Style was extraordinary, if it wasn't for Shi Shan who had been poisoning Chu Zhen and letting him gradually have some physical functions, Murong Xian would never dare to provoke Chu Zhen.

But Mu Feng didn't give her a chance to retreat at all, the brilliant sword dance swept like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, pouring on Murong Xian like a torrential rain, and in the blink of an eye, Murong Xian was already left with only the strength to parry, and there was no room to fight back in the face of Mu Feng's bright and sharp sword dance.

At this moment, Murong Xian felt shocked and frightened in her heart, although she knew that the Sanqing Sword Style could not be resisted, but she thought that with the help of this sword in her hand, she could defeat Mu Feng, who had no soul, but she didn't expect that such a strange sword in Mu Feng's hand was so strong, and the sword that she had spent years forging was actually not its opponent at all.

After a few collisions, Murong Xian no longer dared to use the sword to resist Mu Feng's spirit rhino, because every time she resisted, she could feel as if she had a thousand forces slamming on her own sword, which shocked her tiger mouth and the right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and what she never expected was that her sword actually collided several times and there was a slight crack, so she wanted to overcome the gang with softness and no longer make direct contact with Mu Feng.

With his understanding of swordsmanship, Mu Feng certainly knew what Murong Xian's suddenly changed sword style wanted to do, but he didn't bother to change the response, maybe it was because of his confidence in Lingxi and Sanqing Sword Style, after so many things, Mu Feng gradually strengthened a realization in his mind, that is, in the face of absolute strength, any fancy skills were useless.

Ever since he saw that mysterious Saint-Rank Old Man in the tunnels of the Death Swamp, Mu Feng's understanding of this was much clearer and firmer, thinking about how the Sect Master of the Ancient Sword Sect before, Qiu Changsheng, was so amazing, but in front of that Saint-Rank powerhouse, he was as easily killed as an ant.

Therefore, Mu Feng was simply disdainful of the skills that Murong Xian showed at this moment, and the messy sword dance was still bombarding her one after another, one sword, two swords, three swords, and the second style of the three clear sword styles were about to end, Mu Feng already felt a little out of breath, his face turned red, and the frequency of swinging his sword gradually slowed down, and at this time, Murong Xian's eyes converged, and he seized the opportunity when Mu Feng gasped and paused.

The white long sword held by her hand slammed at Mu Feng's body that had stopped slightly, and a strong white sword qi drew a shocking ravine in the sea of flowers and slammed straight into Mu Feng, Mu Feng frowned, and his body suddenly pounced to the side, and this sword qi flew out of his robe more than ten meters away before gradually dissipating.

Mu Feng, who fell to the ground, smelled the faint fragrance of the flowers that had already been a mess on the ground, stood up from the ground with a cold smile, and looked at Murong Xian, who was dozens of meters away from him in front of him, after a fierce battle with himself, he was sweating, his robe was cut out several times, and his face was slightly pale, and he sneered: "Sure enough, he is worthy of being a strong man in the late stage of the earth level!" ”

"Flower Burial!" After forcing Mu Feng back with a sword, Murong Xian originally planned to take the opportunity to kill Mu Feng with one move, but for the sake of insurance, she still chose to temporarily keep a safe distance from him and brewed a long-range attack on Mu Feng, the purpose of which was to avoid the possibility of capsizing in the gutter.

After Murong Xian calmed down, his hands quickly sealed, and then the few vivid orchids on the white long sword sword in his hand broke away from the sword body, this sword was originally engraved with four orchids, but now only three of them have been conjured, and a trace of crack appeared on the other one, presumably it was the result of the hard battle with Mu Feng just now.

After the three orchids appeared, they were immediately told to spin, and in an instant, countless orchids were conjured, which were overwhelming each other, forming a huge flower wave with a width of dozens of meters, covering the clouds and the sun like a huge wave of the tide, exuding a rich fragrance that made people uneasy, and swept towards the wind.

Looking at the huge flower waves in front of him, Mu Feng also gasped, his brows furrowed, and the expression on his face became a little dignified, he really underestimated her, he was able to summon such a large scale of flower waves, it seems that Murong Xian really took great pains to the sword in her hand.

Mu Feng heard the two words that Murong Xian said before, and the corners of his mouth rose to reveal a bitter smile, flower burial, flower burial, I really want to bury myself in this wave of flowers sweeping in the sky!

Facing the rolling waves of orchids, Mu Feng held his breath and concentrated on his chest, scattering a faint golden light, his expression was solemn and carefully searched on the increasingly approaching waves, trying to find a breakthrough, the huge waves composed of these petals were dozens of meters wide and nearly ten meters high.

Impenetrable to the wind, in this place where there is no support point, Mu Feng is not sure that he will be able to jump over, at this moment of lightning and flint, Mu Feng has decided to rely on the spirit rhino to force a gap, and suddenly a deafening dragon roar came from behind him.

Mu Feng was startled, and in the loud sound of rolling petals, he suddenly heard Leng Yue's anxious voice behind him shouting at him, "Come up!" ”

Mu Feng suddenly turned around and found that the huge water dragon controlled by Leng Yue was swimming on the ground like a long snake, and its huge body forcibly knocked away the many Hundred Flowers Valley disciples who were blocking between the two, and swam towards him with an unstoppable look.

Just when the orchid wave was less than five meters away from Mu Feng and could sweep him in the blink of an eye, the sharp claws in front of the water dragon stretched out towards Mu Feng, Mu Feng didn't dare to hesitate and jumped up, and with the help of the claws again, he formed a perfect two-stage jump and landed steadily beside Leng Yue and stood with her on the top of the tall faucet.

Immediately after Leng Yue's hands "snapped", the huge water dragon let out a resounding dragon groan, and its huge body stood up high, like a cobra that raised most of its body in danger, and the huge dragon was raised more than ten meters tall.

In an instant, the huge wave of orchids like a tide crashed into the water dragon, the two were almost flush, the ferocious impact made the water dragon tremble suddenly, Mu Feng who was standing on it felt as if he was standing on a dustpan that was shaken, if it wasn't for Leng Yue reaching out in time to grab his body, I am afraid that he would have fallen from the dragon head into the sea of flowers.

Rao is like this, facing the turbulent and unusually white flower tide, the two people standing on the huge water dragon are like a lonely boat in the stormy sea, swaying left and right and standing unsteadily.

Mu Feng, who was standing on a high place, saw from a distance that Murong Xian's hands were condensed and his body was trembling, obviously trying his best to control this flower tide, and many of the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Valley around him couldn't dodge, and they were instantly overwhelmed by countless dense orchids, and never jumped out of this sea of flowers again.

Leng Yue tried his best to control the water dragon, but it was visible to the naked eye that many orchids had been integrated into the water dragon's huge body, which made Leng Yue condense and strengthen it, and the water dragon swayed left and right under the impact of the flower waves.

"Hold on!" Seeing that the flower waves in front of him had gradually weakened, Mu Feng hurriedly shouted at Leng Yue beside him.

At this moment, Mu Feng, who thought that the flower wave was over, suddenly frowned, his face became more and more solemn, and he saw that the white orchids all over the ground emitted a faint white light, and then from the petals floated out of the white rice dust, a rich fragrance came from the surface, and the smell was refreshing, but it also made Mu Feng feel a little swollen.

"This flower and rice are poisonous!" Mu Feng's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with his hands.

Leng Yue, who was standing beside him, had a black veil on his face and resisted a little, and Mu Feng took the initiative to discard and mask the black veil when he saw Murong Xian just now, and only then did he feel for the first time that this white flower and rice that filled the sky like smoke and dust was by no means as simple as he imagined.

After smelling a little more, Mu Feng felt that his head was swollen and aching, his body began to become a little sore, and as soon as the words fell, he was in a trance, unable to support it, and half-knelt on the crumbling dragon's head, his face was pale.

"Drink!" Leng Yue's hands suddenly raised, and she who had already used a lot of soul energy also seemed a little physically exhausted at the moment, and reluctantly sacrificed a water curtain to wrap the two of them and block the white flowers and rice that were like fog outside.

The thin water curtain blocked the sky from the sky, and Leng Yue bent down and hurriedly took out a jade bottle from his arms and put it in front of Mu Feng's nose for him to sniff.

An indifferent fragrance came to his nose, and after Mu Feng took a sip, he suddenly felt a feeling of empowerment, and his faintly swelling and aching head was also a lot easier, and his body gradually regained his strength.

"Could this be ~~" Standing up with the support of Leng Yue, the soothing fragrance that emanated from the jade bottle just now is really familiar, isn't this what the people of the Ancient Sword Sect used to detoxify?

When Leng Yue nodded slightly, Mu Feng smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect you to keep this kind of thing!" ”

"At the time, I thought it might be able to be used in the future, and besides, it wasn't big enough to carry around, and I didn't expect it to be able to cure the poison you just had." Leng Yue replied with a bitter smile, seeing that Mu Feng had gradually recovered from his senses, he put the jade bottle back.

Mu Feng also sighed in his heart, the ancient sword sect used corpse herbs to refine this antidote, not only could it deal with the poisonous mist miasma that permeated the swamp of death, but he didn't expect that it would also have a miraculous effect on dealing with Murong Xian's orchid rice poison.

"It's time to finish!" Taking advantage of the fragrance of the antidote around, Mu Feng's eyes converged, and the spirit rhino in his hand burst out with dazzling golden light, jumped out, broke through the water curtain and plunged into the white flowers and rice points like a thick fog.

When Mu Feng turned into a golden light in the white flower and rice and landed steadily in front of Murong Xian, Murong Xian's face changed greatly, and he looked at Mu Feng with a frightened face: "You~~You~ You are not poisoned?" ”

"Of course not poisoned! Do you want to kill me just because you have this little thing? Mu Feng smiled indifferently, stretched out his hand and gently shook off the white flowers and rice stained on his body and replied.

Seeing that the rich flower rice points behind her were now gradually becoming much lighter than before, Mu Feng was not worried about Leng Yue standing inside, she had a water curtain as a defense, and she also carried the antidote of Qiu Changsheng with her, and many of the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Valley around her were afraid that the flowers and rice points had retreated far away.