"Mu Feng!"

Just when this lightning flashed at the last moment, seeing that it was too late to stop Zhao Chong from stabbing at Mu Feng's sword, Leng Yue let out a sharp cry, snatched the shield in the hand of a Western Night shield soldier beside him and threw it towards Zhao Chong.

The semicircular shield flew rapidly in the air, drawing a straight line, the speed was so fast that even the air fluctuated, Zhao Chong felt the danger of his sideways and decisively gave up the great opportunity to kill Mu Feng, and the white lightsaber in his hand aimed at the oncoming shield and slashed down.

A white sword qi struck out in an instant, neatly cutting and cutting the shield made of fine iron that was only one or two meters away from him into two halves, and although the speed of the shield that was cut in half was slowed down a bit, it still had strong lethality.

After all, it was Leng Yue, a cultivator, who threw all his strength, and the two shields passed directly past Zhao Chong's side, hitting the impermeable Moon Worship Army Shield Formation behind him, and instantly knocked more than a dozen Moon Worship soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding round shields into the air, striking two huge gaps in this word array, and suddenly wailing and screaming continuously.

Leng Yue's violent and powerful blow suddenly attracted the applause of countless Western Night soldiers beside him, all of them were excited, and the power of one blow could easily break through the tight shield array, and then wouldn't it be possible to give all the shields to Leng Yue and let her throw them a few more times, I'm afraid that she can kill all these moon worshipping soldiers in front of her, right?

"Where is the girl?" After splitting the shield thrown by Leng Yue with a sword, Zhao Chong was also a little surprised in his heart, the strength and speed just now were simply impeccable, and it was perfect, if it weren't for his own foundation, he was afraid that he would have to be cut in half by the heavy shield just now.

"It doesn't matter who she is, what matters is that you are dead."

However, it was not Leng Yue who answered him, under the stunned gaze of everyone, Mu Feng slowly stood up from the ground with red eyes, his eyes intersected with Zhao Chong, but he was very cold and did not have the slightest emotion.

Zhao Chong was just about to speak, but he saw that Mu Feng was actually ignoring him, taking heavy steps, slowly walking past him under the gaze of everyone holding their breath, bending down to pick up the long sword that he had discarded before on the ground, holding it in his hand and weighing it lightly twice.

"Still not dead?"

"Die!" As soon as Zhao Chong's words fell, Mu Feng suddenly launched his body, the Sanqing Sword Style had reached the perfect Mu Feng, and the short distance of three or five meters was almost the same as the human voice, Zhao Chong didn't have time to react at all when he saw that Mu Feng, whose expression was extremely indifferent and made people dare not look at him directly, had come to him, and the long sword in his hand was aimed at his neck and cut down.

Zhao Chong didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly rushed back, but the speed was still a little slower, and a blood mark was scratched on Mu Feng's face, and in the case of Mu Feng's further attack, Zhao Chong hurriedly waved the white light saber in his hand in a panic, and a sword qi slashed out in an attempt to resist Mu Feng's edge.

Mu Feng's face was expressionless, and the long sword in his hand actually ignored this oncoming fierce sword qi and rushed straight towards Zhao Chong. Mu Feng, who had become indifferent because of anger, now had only one image in his mind, and that was to insert the sword in his hand into Zhao Chong's chest.

"Slap~" There was a soft sound, and the sword in Mu Feng's hand was easily broken under the collision with the sword qi struck by Zhao Chong, after all, this is just an ordinary sword made of refined iron, and Zhao Chong is also a cultivator, especially the sword in his hand that exudes a faint white light and is inlaid with many gems to embellish the gorgeous and luxurious appearance.

The sword in Mu Feng's hand was broken into two, but at this moment, Mu Feng, who had already used the Sanqing Sword Style to the extreme, was already so fast that the first two styles were already jaw-dropping.

Zhao Chong's eyes widened and he showed a look of horror, when Mu Feng's half-truncated sword had not landed in front of him, Mu Feng actually moved to his side with an extremely strange step, and the broken sword with the hilt in his hand suddenly burst out with dazzling white sword light at this moment, Zhao Chong was a little uncomfortable under the light of this dazzling sword, and hurriedly tried to dodge backwards.

Mu Feng chased after him at this time, silently, only hearing the sound of his body moving, but he never saw him say anything, and his eyes were unusually cold and staring at Zhao Chong, even if the sword in his hand was broken now, it could still be inserted into his chest.

In the face of Mu Feng's messy and crazy sword style, although the current Mu Feng only has a half-truncated sword, the dazzling sword qi has increased unabated, and there is a great tendency to give up who I am, which has attracted the amazement of the soldiers of the two armies, one person can actually perform a set of swordsmanship so superbly, the key is that Mu Feng actually forced Zhao Chong to fight back with this half-cut short sword, and could only be passively beaten and defended.

In an instant, the sword dance was unstoppable, the wind swept wildly, and Zhao Chong, who was in the sword dance of Mu Feng, finally showed a trace of fear, he never dreamed that Mu Feng would have such a peak swordsmanship, not only was his strength stronger than Mu Feng, but his weapons were also better than Mu Feng, but now he was surrounded by Mu Feng in the sword qi and did not dare to be careless for a moment.

Zhao Chong was cautiously parrying, and on the other hand, he was also thinking both sides, seeing that the frequency of Mu Feng's sword was getting faster and faster, and the strength was becoming more and more fierce, the expression on Zhao Chong's face, which had been relaxed a moment ago, gradually became solemn.

Seeing that Mu Feng was getting braver and braver, and his speed was getting faster and faster, Leng Yuedai, who was standing more than ten meters away from the two of them, frowned, and then grabbed forward with one hand, and the stunned eyes of many Western Night soldiers beside him looked at the next cold ice long sword that was condensed in her palm and was grasped by her.

Seeing that Mu Feng and Zhao Chong were completely suppressed, Zhao Chong kept retreating, barely relying on his own little cultivation to build a layer of soul qi shield on his body, Mu Feng's broken sword was useless to cut on it from all directions, but Mu Feng did not recognize that Zhao Chong's soul qi cover must be indestructible, and he attacked the same place continuously, and there were many cracks after the soul qi shield in front of him was attacked several times under Zhao Chong's solemn gaze, When he saw that he couldn't hold on, he hurriedly blasted back, trying to avoid the edge for the time being, and waited for the soul qi cover to recondense and reinforce, and then fight hard with Mu Feng.

"Death!" Just when all Zhao Chong's attention was focused on Mu Feng, who was approaching with an incomparably cold face and no emotion at all, a young woman's indifferent voice suddenly came from behind him.

Zhao Zhong secretly screamed in his heart, and hurriedly turned around to find a steaming cold ice sword stabbing straight into his chest.

Leng Yue, who had been dormant on the side, was waiting for this opportunity, this sword was so weird and sharp, that Zhao Chong didn't have any chance to react at all, he never expected Mu Feng's strength to be so strong, according to the newspaper, Mu Feng was a waste person who couldn't practice at all, so he dared to face Mu Feng with his little cultivation.

Now it seems that he was too careless, not only did all this before not make Mu Feng collapse, but made him as terrifying as a newly awakened devil, but even so he could barely parry, but Leng Yue's sudden blow really caught him off guard.

Seeing that Leng Yue was about to succeed, Zhao Chong was already showing his horror at the moment, and there was a soft "bang", rolling up a strong air current, which made the soldiers of the two armies dozens of meters away subconsciously take a few steps back.

I saw that Mu Feng actually came to Zhao Chong at this juncture, and the short sword in his hand struck hard, and the target of the broken sword was actually the cold ice sword that Leng Yue stabbed at Zhao Chong, the cold ice sword was cut off at the waist, and the half-truncated sword in Mu Feng's hand was also shattered, leaving only a bare sword hilt still held by Mu Feng.

The sudden scene made countless people around exclaim, and everyone, including Zhao Chong, didn't expect that Mu Feng would actually block Leng Yue's fierce and deadly sword for himself, but now Zhao Chong didn't dare to stay in front of the two for a long time, and hurriedly flew out backwards, and finally opened a certain distance from Mu Feng, looking at Mu Feng with a puzzled expression.

"Why?" Seeing that he was about to succeed, Mu Feng suddenly stopped him, and Leng Yue asked puzzled.

"He can only be killed by me." Mu Feng turned his head, his eyes were extremely indifferent, and he looked at Zhao Chong in the distance, his voice was so cold that Leng Yue felt a little uncomfortable.

"Hahaha, arrogant, even if you want to kill me? What are you waiting for? In the face of Mu Feng's words, Zhao Chong laughed wildly a few times and then raised his head and shouted loudly towards the tall city wall beside him.

As soon as these words came out, in the gaze of Mu Feng and Leng Yue, on the tower of the tall Moon City City, more than a dozen people wearing white robes and white masks on their faces flew down from above, their bodies were light, and their robes swayed in the wind in mid-air.

The group of white-clothed people who flew down from the city wall flew over the heads of the dense moon worshipping soldiers, and landed steadily around Zhao Chong, fanning Mu Feng and Leng Yue.

After the white-clothed masked men landed, they didn't make any other moves, just stood quietly as if Mu Feng and Leng Yu were waiting for the final order.

Looking at this group of people, the buff effect brought by the Sanqing Sword Style has gradually declined, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from Mu Feng's forehead, but he still looked directly at Zhao Chong with a sneering smile on his face, and Leng Yue, who was standing beside him, frowned and whispered to Mu Feng, "The strength of these people is estimated to be not weak, assassination guard?" ”

"The assassination guard doesn't have such a master." Mu Feng replied in a voice as calm as water.

He couldn't be clearer about how many masters the assassination guard had, besides, the assassination guard had been completely wiped out in Qingxuanzong, and Mu Feng had already seen it when the dozen or so white-clothed masked people in front of him jumped down from the city wall, and their strength was probably stronger than Zhao Zheng in front of him.

"Kill them!" Zhao Chong pointed his sword at Mu Feng and Leng Yue and shouted loudly at the white-clothed masked people beside him.

This group of white-clothed people didn't say much after receiving the order, and under the vigilant gaze of Mu Feng and Leng Yue, they actually dispersed and surrounded the two of them, and then saw that many of them began to seal their hands quickly, the air suddenly became moist, and a light mist suddenly appeared in the originally clear sky.

"I'll drag them down, you go deal with Zhao Chong" Leng Yuedai frowned slightly, stretched out her hand, and a cold ice sword appeared in her hand, and then handed it to Zhao Chong.

Mu Feng shook his head at her slightly, only to feel that his right hand and arm were a little hot at this moment, and subconsciously remembered the word Lingxi, and then under the surprised gaze of everyone, Mu Feng's entire right hand began to glow with a little golden light.

It was also at this time that the feet of more than ten white-clothed masked people around the two of them began to ripple, and bursts of water appeared, seeing this scene, Leng Yue's eyes suddenly widened and showed a look of surprise, and Mu Feng also frowned slightly after discovering this scene, and glanced thoughtfully at Zhao Chong, who was hiding behind the white-clothed man.

However, at this moment, the smug smile on Zhao Chong's face gradually converged, and he turned to look at Mu Feng's golden right hand with a puzzled expression, and after a while, under his unbelievable gaze, Mu Feng's entire right hand was wrapped in a golden halo, and in his hand there was a sword that was more than three feet long and showed a golden translucent body.

As soon as this strange sword appeared, it immediately caused a commotion from everyone, and Zhao Chong looked at Mu Feng with a look of disbelief, because he knew that Mu Feng obviously didn't cultivate, but what happened to the sword that seemed to be condensed with soul energy?

And what about that intimidating feeling that this sword emanates? His intuition told him that Mu Feng's sword was definitely not ordinary, but why hadn't anyone told him that Mu Feng had this kind of ability before?

The spirit rhino in Mu Feng's hand exuded a seemingly weak golden band of light wrapped around Mu Feng's body, and Leng Yue, who was close at hand, was shocked when she saw this, and had to take a few steps back to keep a certain distance from Mu Feng.

"I'll leave it to you here" Mu Feng didn't care about the surprised gazes of everyone around him, turned his head and whispered to Leng Yue behind him, and after the Sanqing Sword Style launched a sprint again, it actually passed between the two white-clothed people, and everyone saw a golden light flash between the two white-clothed people, leaving a white wave of water on the stagnant water under their feet.

When they saw Mu Feng's body clearly, they found that Mu Feng had come to the opposite side of Zhao Chong, and as soon as Mu Feng stopped, the two white-clothed people behind him fell into the stagnant water they had created together.

Mu Feng, who killed the two in an instant, suddenly attracted the high-pitched cheers and cheers of the soldiers of the West Night, and the white-clothed man wearing a red mask on the city tower trembled slightly, and his hands were quickly sealed.

"Die" Mu Feng has been waiting for this moment for too long, too long, and has paid too much, and at that moment, the spirit rhino in his hand is aimed at Zhao Chong, who is frightened, and slashes down with a sword.

Zhao was shocked, and hurriedly raised the white long sword in his hand sideways, wanting to resist Mu Feng's angry blow.

The golden light and the white mang collided together at this moment, and a shocking "bang" resounded through the sky, and a powerful shock wave swept out, lifting countless soldiers on both sides into the air, and instantly hit a circular clearing with a diameter of fifty or sixty meters here, and the wailing and screaming were endless.