The Tianjiao people present all looked at the Guangmen, waiting for Situ Beiyu and Yang Tianjun to appear, as if they had forgotten for a while that there was still Mo Yu in the Guangmen.

Obviously, Mo Yu's strength was not enough for them, except for the personnel of the Xiahou family, to make other Tianjiao masters have any expectations.

Those Tianjiao masters all thought that the artifact ancient mirror would be produced by Situ Beiyu and Yang Tianjun, although Mo Yu also showed good combat effectiveness in direct battles, compared with the performance of the two, there was still a lot of gap.

Only the personnel of the Xiahou family were present, and they were full of confidence in Mo Yu, they knew something about Mo Yu, so they also knew that he had special means, and his strength was far beyond what they saw in front of them.

......

In the white stone platform, Mo Yu looked at the white-robed man in front of him, the white-robed man who appeared this time was holding a pair of red doubles of yellow-grade holy weapons, and his strength had reached the realm of the five-grade true immortal.

After the white-robed man appeared, his indifferent eyes directly locked on Mo Yu, and his body swept out, turning into a remnant of the Dao, and swept away towards Mo Yu as fast as lightning.

In the blink of an eye, the white-robed man arrived in front of Mo Yu, and the red double hammer slammed towards Mo Yu with terrifying power.

This seemingly simple offensive contained an extremely terrifying power, and even the space was shattered inch by inch under the red double fist, as if anything that stood in front of it would be smashed.

Seeing this, Mo Yu's expression was still indifferent, and his right fist blasted out directly, facing the red double fist.

Clang!

A piercing sound of gold and iron resounded, and the red double mace smashed directly on Mo Yu's fist, erupting into ripples visible to the naked eye.

Under such a terrifying attack, Mo Yu's figure had not moved in the slightest, and the white-robed man was shocked out by Mo Yu's power, but it did not dissipate.

Rumble!

After the white-robed man stabilized his figure, without the slightest pause, he raised his red double mace again and launched a powerful attack on Mo Yu.

I saw that his red double mace shook, and an endless sea of magma and fire swept out, like a torrent, surging towards Mo Yu.

Multiply!

The terrible heat rolled open, and the space of heaven and earth seemed to fall into a sea of fire, and where the scorching flames passed, even the air burned fiercely.

Mo Yu looked at the scene in front of him, his expression still did not change in the slightest, his palm slapped out directly, and an indescribable star storm roared out, actually blowing out the scorching sea of fire.

Bang!

After destroying the scorching sea of fire, the Star Storm continued in an unstoppable state, and the white-robed man was shrouded in it, making it impossible for him to escape.

Bang!

Under Mo Yu's attack, the white-robed man was covered with cracks in the blink of an eye, and then burst open, turning into a point of light in the sky and dissipating.

"These Guardians are getting tougher and tougher, and I don't know how strong they are. Mo Yu looked at the white-robed man who had disappeared and muttered to himself.

Mo Yu's eyes also flashed a touch of solemnity, and he knew very well that he could win so easily, it was because he was still much stronger than these white-robed men, but if he continued like this, even he would be difficult to deal with.

Airplanes!

The space shook again, and a white-robed man condensed on the platform again, killing Mo Yu directly.

......

In another space, an earth-shattering roar resounded, and the terrifying impact continued

Raging space.

A figure was extremely embarrassed under the attack of the white-robed man, completely falling into the downwind, and had no power to fight back.

"Damn, when will this challenge end?"

Yang Tianjun cursed, his opponent at this moment was a white-robed man from the Seventh-Rank True Immortal Realm, under such a powerful opponent, even if he was extraordinary, he felt a burst of powerlessness.

Yang Tianjun's realm is only to reach the fourth-grade true immortal, and there is obviously a considerable gap between the white-robed man in the realm of the seventh-grade true immortal, fortunately, the other party has no spiritual intelligence, so he can support it until now, otherwise he would have been defeated a long time ago.

However, Yang Tianjun is just forcibly supported, and defeat is a matter of time, although his talent is also demonic, he can do leapfrog battles, and with his strength and means, it is already very reluctant to challenge the white-robed men of the two ranks.

What's more, the strength of these white-robed men is not weak, compared to ordinary cultivators of the same level, it is much more difficult to entangle, plus equipped with a holy weapon that is better than him, Yang Tianjun has no possibility of defeating the other party at all.

Bang!

A dull sound resounded, and I saw Yang Tianjun's figure shooting out backwards again and smashing on the stone platform.

Poof!

Yang Tianjun spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and the sharp pain in his body made him grin at the corners of his mouth, and the fluctuations in the strength of his body also withered at this time, obviously the blow just now made him suffer a lot of injuries.

"Damn it!"

Yang Tianjun gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground in embarrassment, he knew very well that he was not the opponent of the white-robed man, and it would be useless to persist in it.

Bang!

The white-robed man looked at Yang Tianjun coldly, the glaive knife in his hand slowly raised, and there was an invisible cold breeze gathering on the blade, and an extremely terrifying aura permeated out.

Seeing this, Yang Tianjun's expression changed, and from the attack of the white-robed man, he felt a fatal danger, and it was obvious that the other party had directly made a real killing move.

Although Yang Tianjun was unwilling in his heart, even if he tried his best to succeed in such an offensive, he would inevitably be hit hard, and the final result would be no different from failure.

Shout!

The glaive knife in the white-robed man's hand slashed out, and suddenly an incomparable blue light burst out from it, as if it had broken through the space and slashed straight down towards Yang Tianjun.

Yang Tianjun looked at the scene in front of him, his pupils suddenly constricted, the killing move displayed by the white-robed man made him feel mortally dangerous, even if he tried his best, he might not be able to take it.

As the Qingguang sword continued to approach, Yang Tianjun gritted his teeth and decided to give up the plan to fight.

"I throw in the towel!"

Yang Tianjun's mouth collapsed with difficulty, and his eyes were still full of unwillingness, he didn't solve the challenge, and the artifact probably had no chance with him.

Airplanes!

The surrounding space reverberate, and a golden light enveloped him in it, blocking such a terrifying attack, and Yang Tianjun's figure gradually disappeared in the light.

At the same time, Situ Beiyu was also under the fierce attack of a white-robed man in the realm of seven-rank true immortals, constantly retreating, looking quite embarrassed, and the situation was not much better than Yang Tianjun.

The strength of this white-robed man in the realm of seven-rank true immortals, even if it was Situ Beiyu, was difficult to match, and he could only barely survive in that white-robed man.

"Am I going to fail?"

Situ Beiyu's expression was slightly ugly, and the white-robed man in front of him was surrounded by them compared to before

The white-robed middle-aged man who attacked was even stronger, even if he tried his best, he couldn't cause any damage to the white-robed man.

The white-robed man looked at Situ Beiyu coldly, but he didn't intend to give Situ Beiyu time, his body moved again, and he brought up a series of afterimages and swept towards Situ Beiyu.

Rumble!

I saw the dark black long stick in the hand of the white-robed man trembling rapidly, and the overwhelming sticks were intertwined, like a monstrous wave, fiercely shrouded towards Situ Beiyu.

Seeing this, Situ Beiyu's eyebrows couldn't help jumping, and his face suddenly became ugly, because he could feel that there was an extremely terrifying power contained in that stick, and it was obvious that the other party had cast a killing move.

Wherever the stick passed, the space shook and collapsed, exuding an extremely astonishing power fluctuation.

"Alas, I throw in the towel!"

Situ Beiyu looked at the surging sticks, and sighed helplessly, saying this, although he was a little reluctant, but he was also a decisive person.

Because he knew very well that even if he tried his best, it would be impossible to block such an offensive, and in the face of an opponent of average strength, I am afraid that he would not have any chance of winning, so he could only give up this challenge.

Although the artifact is indeed extremely precious and has great power, it also has to be obtained by life, and the most precious thing in his heart is his own life.

At the moment when Situ Beiyu conceded defeat, a golden light descended from the void, blocking the sticks in the sky for him, and at the same time teleporting him away.

......

At this moment, Mo Yu looked at the newly appeared white-robed man in front of him, his eyes gradually became solemn, and the power of the vast stars rippled around him, obviously entering the state of attacking with all his might.

And on the opposite side of Mo Yu, as soon as the white-robed man condensed out, a strong aura swept out,

The newly appeared white-robed man was burly, with long hair scattered and muscles bulging like pieces of iron, and the battle axe in his hand looked quite ancient, but his body exuded an extremely fierce aura.

That kind of aura spreads through, as if it can open the world, and it seems to have infinite power, and it seems to make people's eyes sting.

Mo Yu's body actually had a slight tingling pain behind the breath of the battle axe, and he felt a dangerous aura, obviously the power of the battle axe could pose a threat to his extremely strong body.

Mo Yu's body was already extremely strong under the continuous refining, and it was difficult for ordinary holy weapons to cause damage to him, but the aura emitted by the battle axe could make his skin tingle, which was obviously not ordinary.

The battle axe in front of him, Mo Yu had seen it in the treasure mountain, although it was not as good as the ancient mirror artifact, but the power could not be ignored, it was a heavenly holy weapon treasure.

Facing the white-robed man in front of him, Mo Yu also took a deep breath, and he no longer had any contempt, after all, the other party was already in the realm of the Nine Rank True Immortals, and with the Heavenly Grade Holy Weapon Treasure in his hand, Mo Yu no longer dared to be careless.

The white-robed man's eyes opened, the essence in his eyes flashed, and he launched an attack on Mo Yu, only to see his soles of his feet slammed on, and his figure appeared directly in front of Mo Yu, and the ancient battle axe in his hand slashed down.

Multiply!

The light of the ancient battle axe flickered, and a terrifying force suddenly burst out, and the space where it passed was directly split, as if it could open up the world.

Seeing this, Mo Yu didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and with a slam step on the soles of his feet, his body suddenly retreated, narrowly avoiding the quaint battle axe.

(End of chapter)