86_86259 "Hmph, it's really a nasty fly, it seems that someone wants to clean him up without us doing anything!" Although Zhuo Zichen was also a little surprised by the appearance of the ghost-faced man, the truth that the enemy of the enemy is a friend will work no matter where it is!

Yin Feng, who was standing under Zhuo Zichen's lean, looked at Mu Feng with a solemn expression full of worry, and he didn't know why he knew that Mu Feng was prejudiced against Qingxuanzong, but he didn't want Mu Feng to be hurt here, maybe he had been fighting alone for too long, and he could understand the taste of Mu Feng fighting alone.

Sympathy or appreciation, maybe even Yin Feng himself can't say, but he always feels that Mu Feng is a friend worth trusting, although Mu Feng's strength and Qianyi are not strong, but the straightforward and uninhibited character of the two is what Yin Feng is very eager for, and there are too many intrigues and intrigues around him, when he saw Mu Feng and Qianyi and incompetence, he seemed to see a ray of sunshine in the hazy sky, which burned his former beliefs.

Seeing that today's competition was about to end, Mu Feng didn't expect that he would encounter challenges, if it is understandable that the people of Qingxuanzong came to challenge themselves to maintain the face of Qingxuanzong, but why did this person come to challenge?

"Loose cultivation, night" The female cultivator with the ghost face came to a place two or three meters away from Mu Feng and stopped, her white and slender hands stretched out from her sleeve robe and gently arched her hand at Mu Feng.

The faint fragrance that came to his face wrapped around the tip of Mu Feng's nose, Mu Feng couldn't help but suck a few sips, and then smiled in return, "Girl, why do you choose me in so many rings here?" ”

This female monk named Night has a soft and slightly hoarse voice, which makes people a little uncomfortable, if you just listen to her voice, you can almost conclude that the ghost face should be a stunning beauty, but the end of the voice is a little hoarse and ugly, which makes her reverie in the minds of everyone around her greatly reduced.

"They're too weak"

After standing up straight and glancing at the several rings that were still fighting fiercely around her, she took out a pitch-black jade medal from her arms and shook it gently towards the white-robed old man who was supervising the battle on the side, and the white-robed old man looked at the ground-level jade medal in her hand and nodded slightly, then raised his hand to signal the start of the competition between the two.

"That's a lame reason!" Mu Feng has always paid more attention to the person wearing a ghost mask in front of him, but he didn't expect that he was also being targeted by her when he was paying attention to others.

It seems that her previous battle did not deter her, which means that the female cultivator in front of her called Ye is confident that she can win against her, and she also smiled bitterly when she thought of these Mu Feng.

When the night in front of him gently unbuttoned the black robe and pulled out a silver sword from his waist, Mu Feng's face also changed slightly.

After a little hesitation, he didn't dare to be careless, underestimating the enemy was a mistake that Mu Feng would never make, and then he pulled out the ink-colored long sword given by Siyin from his back.

The pitch-black sword body is shiny, and the reflection of colorful light is even more eye-catching under the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Who is he? Why do they even look at him? ”

"I also noticed that Zhuo Zichen and they have been staring at him all the time, you don't say that I really haven't paid attention."

"Look, the incompetence of the Heavenly Dao Sect, he has been looking at this guy named Mu Feng!"

Before the two of them could make a move in the ring, many cultivators in the audience had already exploded, and when they noticed that the figures around them had chosen to ignore the other fierce fighting rings and focus on Mu Feng, they felt that something was wrong.

"Didn't you hear him? Scattered cultivation Mufeng, the ghost knows if he has an immortal gate or not! A bloated and obese monk pointed to Mu Feng's back on the stage after hearing the many chatters around him.

"Mu Feng? The name sounds familiar, but I can't remember it for a while! ”

Everyone in the ring talked about each other, but Mu Feng's eyes in the ring were cold, and his expression became a little dignified, looking directly at the ghost-faced man in front of him, and his intuition told him that this female cultivator called Ye was not so simple, everyone knew that they were carrying a sword on their backs, and they would all invariably think that they were sword masters.

However, this person named Ye actually pulled out his sword, as if he wanted to compare with himself who was better in swordsmanship, this kind of person was either confident or overconfident and turned into conceit, but the female cultivator in front of him gave Mu Feng the feeling of the former.

So I have to make Mu Feng pay attention to it, knowing that you are playing with a sword, and you are clearly a blatant provocation to yourself by drawing a sword!

"Let's do it quickly!"

After waiting for a while, seeing that the other party did not show any signs of making a move, the silver three-foot-long sword in her hand was held lightly in her hand, and she couldn't see the change in her expression at the moment, but Mu Feng didn't want to continue to stalemate like this.

"A clear soul!"

When Mu Feng silently shouted these words in his heart, his body suddenly launched, and the ink-colored long sword in his hand aimed at the enemy in front of him and stabbed straight over, the speed was so fast and there was no sign of leaking out the slightest trace of soul qi at all.

It really made the eyes of many cultivators under the ring widen, and even Yun Bei and the others in front of the palace in the distance frowned slightly, staring at Mu Feng with a slightly puzzled gaze.

Usually speaking, the instantaneous skyrocketing speed requires the help of soul qi to achieve it, but using soul qi will more or less leak outward, but Mu Feng gave everyone present the feeling that he didn't use soul qi at all, how could he not shock them?

There are only two explanations, one of which is that Mu Feng's control of soul qi has reached the extreme, so that others can't see it when he uses it. The second is that Mu Feng really didn't use his soul qi to rely on his body to increase his speed instantly, no matter which one it was, it was enough to make the group of young leaders of various sects and sects below who were usually arrogant on their toes dumbfounded.

Facing Mu Feng's extremely fast sharp sword, the ghost-faced man was not in a hurry and instantly raised the sword in his hand upwards when the tip of Mu Feng's sword was less than half a meter away from him.

There was a soft "pop", and the spark was fleeting.

The contact in the blink of an eye had already caused an uproar among the people below, and Mu Feng was also shocked in his heart, the ghost-faced man hurriedly and neatly without any fancy movements, and found the right point to flick his sword away as soon as he swung his sword.

And the force was so great that Mu Feng's right hand holding the sword was torn, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly with his arm.

The blow was blocked, although Mu Feng felt a little surprised, he did not hesitate, relying on the speed of the Sanqing Sword Style to increase in an instant.

The dazzling sword dance poured down against the ghost-faced man's head and face, stabbing or picking or chopping or slashing