"Heavenly Mana Field!"

The three holy monks who were bound frowned and looked at Zhu Yuyan.

The strength of the Heavenly Magic Force Field displayed by Zhu Yuyan had far exceeded their estimate of Zhu Yuyan.

In the past, they didn't fight with Zhu Yuyan, and they probably knew what level of Zhu Yuyan's ability was.

And now, Zhu Yuyan and Fan Qinghui are fighting, and then attacking them, their power is dispersed into three strands, and they can also pull and restrain their light skills at the same time......

Everything is obvious, Zhu Yuyan has successfully promoted to the Grand Grandmaster and become the strongest in their generation.

"Didn't this demon woman stop at the seventeenth layer of the Heavenly Demon Skill? How to break through the Great Grandmaster Realm? ”

The three holy monks all have doubts in their hearts, but now it shows that this is not the time to ask questions, Fan Qinghui is not Zhu Yuyan's opponent at all, and if he doesn't help, I'm afraid that Fan Qinghui will die in the hands of Zhu Yuyan.

With Zhu Yuyan in the realm of the Great Grandmaster, they wanted to help Ning Daoqi fight against Mo Fei, but it became impossible.

So it's better to take care of the present.

Fan Qinghui got the help of the three holy monks, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief, and the four of them joined forces, and they were almost the same as Zhu Yuyan.

The injuries caused by the three holy monks who surrounded Mo Fei and Zhu Yuyan some time ago did not heal, and they lacked the combined attack skills of the four holy monks, and their combat effectiveness dropped by a notch.

However, because of this action, it is close to the Buddhism and Taoism, even if it takes care of a lot.

"It's a pity that the monk is already dead, otherwise the five of you would have besieged it together...... Gee! ”

Hearing that Zhu Yuyan dared to mention this matter, Fan Qinghui and the three holy monks couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in their hearts.

Ning Daoqi laughed and said, "What a fairy!" ”

The two thousand turned into two birds playing with each other, fighting and chasing in front, you pounced on me, fought and pecked, and fought happily, and went to Mo Fei.

It seems that Ning Daoqi only carries a fresh and ethereal natural breath, like a child's playfulness, but in the eyes of a master of the same level, Ning Daoqi struck a blow to the great power of heaven and earth, containing the majestic power of destroying the withering and decaying.

"Eight flutters, sure enough, there is something wonderful about it, it is worthy of being the first person in the Central Plains for a long time, but after all, it is still too far away from the broken void."

On Mo Fei's Tang knife, black and purple flames spread, twisting and moving, not like a dead thing, but as if there was life.

The actions of him and Ning Daoqi just now were mostly tentative, and they had not yet moved seriously.

But now it's time to get started.

The Mo Fei Tang knife flashed with strange fluctuations, and with a single sword, it turned into a lightning-like rainbow, slashing through the void of two zhang, and slashing towards Ning Daoqi.

The people around him felt that all the air currents and anger seemed to be sucked by Mo Fei's earth-shattering slash, and there was a terrifying smell of death and slaughter.

Ning Daoqi forgot everything at this time, his face showed an innocent look like a child's sparrow, looking left and right at the virtual birds in his hands jumping up and down, chasing the strange situation of playing in the air, making people feel that there is an invisible tree, and the birds are asking lively and business-filled jokes in the tree, all the actions seem to be unintentional, but they are meticulous, and they can't tell what is true? What is Fake? What is Void? What is true?

"Boom!"

The two sides collided together, and between the lightning and flint, the energy was rolling horizontally, like an electric charge in a thundercloud, which collided dozens or hundreds of times in an instant, blooming one after another thunder.

The two sides have no reservations, and the strange moves are repeated, with fast to fast, without the slightest delay in between, and the offensive and defensive sides are attacking and defending as they like; Its compactness and intensity also implies the meaning of leisurely and elegant, so brilliant that it is difficult for any language to be shaped and implied the meaning of leisurely and elegant.

The others brought by Fan Qinghui also found their opponents in various ways.

Zhu Yuyan's subordinates, the silver-haired witch Danmei, Wei Lianxiang's father-in-law, Wen Caiting and others.

In the battlefield, it is easy to see the silver-haired woman's body like electricity, lightning flying shadow, shaking her head violently, and the silver hair rises, like a whip at the opponent at the same time.

This woman's silhouette is quite beautiful, but her face is so pale that she doesn't have the slightest popularity, and her eyes are flashing with a weird and cruel light, like a ghost who slipped out of the underworld and asked for her life!

But the 10,000-year-old virgin under Fan Qinghui's hands is not an ordinary person, and she is by no means an easy person to defeat.

As the leader of the White Dao and one of the two holy places of Buddhism, Cihang Jingzhai is extremely mysterious, and only one person from each generation can make Wulin surrender.

As long as you are not stupid, you should know that it is impossible for Cihang Jingzhai to have only one disciple in a generation.

Compared with the Jingnian Zen Temple, there are more than 200 warrior monks with strong martial arts, and Cihang Jingzhai is afraid that it is not much worse.

After thousands of years of accumulation, it is not difficult to find some old virgins who have cultivated the Cihang Sword Code to the Grandmaster Realm.

Dugufeng also found his opponent - Concubine Xuan!

"Senior Concubine Xuan, I heard that you are an unprecedented genius in the thousands of years since Cihang Jingzhai, Cihang Jingzhai's Cihang Sword Codex, you have reached the second highest level of sword heart clarity, when it comes to martial arts, it is enough to be comparable to the older generation." Dugu Feng held a sword in front of Concubine Xuan, smiled and said, "I don't know if it's true or not?" ”

Dugu Feng has been obsessed with kendo all his life, and when he saw Shi Fei Xuan, an opponent who also focused on kendo and sword tricks on the other side, he naturally saw that he was happy and wanted to compete in a showdown.

"A beautiful woman, why a thief!" Dugufeng had the heart to communicate, but Concubine Xuan didn't buy it at all, when Dugufeng blocked in front of her, a dazzling sword light flew into the sky, and Concubine Xuan pulled out the sword of color!

Their Buddhist trip was desperate, but the effect didn't seem to be very significant, and Ning Daoqi and Mo Fei couldn't see the situation for the time being, but compared with a ruthless person like Mo Fei, Ning Daoqi, who had never killed anyone, lost one point.

The battle between her master Fan Qinghui and the three holy monks and the demon queen Zhu Yuyan did not have the slightest hope of victory.

In this case, where does Concubine Xuan have the heart to exchange kendo with Dugu Feng.

"Is it so grumpy?" Dugu Feng muttered, the movements in her hands were not slow, she reached out to hold the long sword, at this moment, her people, the sword, and even this piece of heaven and earth seemed to have formed a whole with no flaws, no beginning, and no end.

Dugu Feng is a super genius who doesn't lose much to Shi Fei Xuan and Wan Wan, but her cultivation techniques are not as good as Shi Fei Xuan's Cihang Sword Code and Wan Wan's Heavenly Demon Skills, so she is weaker than Shi Fei Xuan and Wan Wan.

But now it's different, Mo Fei helped Dugufeng tap her true potential.

After Dugu Feng's cultivation broke through the Grandmaster Realm, his cultivation speed still maintained a high speed that ordinary people could not imagine, after all, Mo Fei wanted to cultivate whenever he was free, and he was also helping Dugu Feng to continue to cultivate.

So far, when Mo Fei helped Dugu Feng, he had not only done hundreds of times, but Dugu Feng's cultivation was also very close to that of the old grandmaster.

And Dugu Feng himself is very hard-working, and his talent in kendo is extraordinary, so Dugu Feng is fully confident to compete with any Tianjiao of the same age.

"Boom!"

On the palace, the real strength of several parties continued to explode, and the strong city walls and palace eaves continued to suffer critical attacks, and soon they were in shambles.

Mo Fei didn't feel anything extraordinary about it, but it was unreasonable. However, the viewer on the wall clearly grasps that Mo Fei's knife is faster than slow, and it is clumsy, although there is no change, but the ever-changing is in it, like the infinity of heaven and earth, and the universe is endless.

At this moment, Mo Fei's sword skills and the magic power of the demon seed were perfectly integrated.

His practice with Zhu Yuyan, Dugufeng, Empress Xiao, and Dong Shuni day and night, forgetting to sleep and eat these days, is not in vain.

In addition to the increase in strength, the fusion of his various powers is also growing dramatically.

Ning Daoqi couldn't help but have a headache, not because of Mo Fei's exquisite knife skills, but because of the black and purple flames stained on Mo Fei's knife, like maggots on tarsal bones, which was really difficult.

But the headache is a headache, but it is impossible to directly abandon and surrender, he raised the ground and straightened the fairy bones, the sleeves of the whole body robe were windless and automatic, the eyebrows were open, and the form became mighty and waveless, compared with the Mo Fei who was like a god, he punched out, and continuously made mysterious changes beyond any description, but it was a punch that hit the edge of the blade without pretense.

"Ning Daoqi, if we continue to fight like this, we may not be able to tell the winner for three days and three nights, I don't have the spare time to spend with you, it's better to decide the winner with one blow, right?" Murphy said directly.

Generally speaking, when it comes to the innate realm, the true qi of a martial artist will circulate endlessly, and it is difficult to have a time when he is completely exhausted.

When you reach the Grandmaster Realm and the Great Grandmaster Realm, the staying power will naturally be stronger.

If he and Ning Daoqi are willing, they will not be tired of playing on the top of the palace for five or six days.

"I don't dare to ask for ears!" Ning Daoqi said leisurely.

Mo Fei let out a clear long laugh, and instead held the knife with both hands, the Tang Knife's black and purple flames were shining, and the temperature was not visible, and the knife reached the position above his head pointing straight to the night sky, slashing towards Ning Daoqi's lightning.

This knife seems to be mediocre, but in fact, in Ning Daoqi's opinion, it has a great way.

The knife technique used by Mo Fei when he fought him before was the only one with nine hundred and eighty-one swords.

There is also a powerful force.

This knife can be said to have fused all of Mo Fei's essence and spirit, and if he is not careful, even he will die under Mo Fei's knife.

Mo Fei's eyes are exceptionally bright, these days, he is not unprepared to wait for the Buddha Gate to come to the door.

In addition to the hard work of practicing with Zhu Yuyan and them, the wood-burning knife technique has also been postponed to a new situation.

The wood-burning knife method is a set of 9981 knives, the more moves in a row, the stronger the stronger, to the last knife, there is no prestige to look down on.

But what if the ninety-nine-eighty-one knives were slashed out in an instant?

In the past, Mo Fei was limited by his physical strength and couldn't do it at all, but the perfect physical body transformed by the T-virus, and the demon seed power that was close to the grandmaster's consummation after re-entry, had already provided him with the possibility of completing this sword.

Ding Peng's divine sword slash can only fuse the magic knife, he Mo Fei is in the world of high martial arts, why can't he do it to fuse the wood-burning knife method?

Ning Daoqi's face was serious, and suddenly his arms were spread, like a huge Kunpeng spreading its wings, majestic as a cloud hanging from the sky, and the sky seemed to have broken a glimmer of dawn, which was very dazzling.

Mo Fei and Ning Daoqi's slightly overflowing energy, colliding, like the waves of the sea, breaking everything, and like a tornado, sweeping the sky.

"Click!"

A thunderbolt rang out.

The endless storm cracked the sky, tearing the sky apart, and a white light from small to large, obscuring the sight of everyone present.

At this time, everyone stopped their movements and looked at the center of the battle between Murphy and Ning Daoqi.

Except for Zhu Yuyan, who is also in the Great Grandmaster Realm, who was able to sense the situation of the two of them slightly, the others didn't know the actual situation of the two who collided at all.

I don't know how long it took, the light curtain composed of a white light shattered, and everyone saw Mo Fei and Ning Daoqi again.

I saw that Mo Fei's Tang knife with the black and purple flame in his hand was like a burst and incomparable long refinement, and the surging and roaring huge force tore apart Ning Daoqi's heavy defense, shattering one of his right hands like dust, and the residual qi continued to move forward, hitting Ning Daoqi's chest.

"Poof!"

Ning Daoqi's face turned pale for a moment, and the blood in his mouth spat out wildly, as if he had drained his essence in an instant.

Murphy had also been hit hard, but he couldn't show it now.

It doesn't matter whether he's strong or not, but whether he's handsome or not is a lifelong thing, so he has to continue to act like a nobody.

At the last moment of his life, Ning Daoqi barely squeezed out a few smiles, opened his mouth, but didn't have time to say anything, and a black and purple flame roll surged out from his chest, enveloping his whole body, and soon swallowed Ning Daoqi, who had lost his spirit.

"Martial Arts Grand Master, the number one master in the Central Plains, Ning Daoqi, but that's it!" Mo Fei smiled faintly, took out his Tang knife, put it away, and stood with his hands in his hands.

To be honest, Mo Fei didn't sympathize with Ning Daoqi at all, this old man was running for the luck of Taoism, and he was making dirty transactions with Buddhism, which can be seen from Li Shimin's respect for Taoism as the state religion in the future, and Daomen got a lot of benefits from it.