Yu Su's face darkened. The two old men were clearly afraid to take the soul weapon. They can't help but say that their faces are thicker than the wall.

Ning Yuan looked at the three male knives, the atmosphere was a little delicate, and his eyes couldn't help but think about it. It seemed that this soul-level weapon was even more precious than he had imagined. With these three people achieving such a high level, they are willing to fight for it. In fact, Ning Yuan didn't know that Horcruxes were very precious. Mo Wuzhong is one of the ten sons of Haoguang, and he may be the future head of the Haoguang faction, so he can get one. Even in such a big matter as the Haoguang Sect, no one could get a spiritual weapon at will, let alone the elders of these small sects. In this life, they had only seen a handful of soul weapons, let alone one.

Therefore, Ning Yuan saw that he had a Horcrux, and the three of them were very greedy. Weapons are very important external objects in cultivation. Only with the help of divine soldiers can one walk on the path of cultivation for a long time.

"Take him with you and fight for him with your skills." I don't want to dwell on the past. I want to know what each other thinks. I just want to be clear. Holding a black sword, he approached Ning Yuan, showing firm determination.

"Okay." The elders of the Dihuang Hall and the Saffron Hall hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement. They also stood up to pay tribute to their vitality.

Ning Yuan hugged the resurrected Ming Wang Zhuo. It feels like holding a terrifying ancient beast. Even he himself is difficult to control. What's even more terrifying is that he is afraid that Wang Zhuo will soon absorb his Yuan Dynasty forces. With this way of consumption, he doesn't need it at all.

Sighing secretly, although the magic weapon is good, but the cultivation is insufficient, it is a double-edged sword.

However, since he was forced to do so, he could only do his best. Ming Wang Zhuo held his head high, emitting a dazzling golden light, enveloping his body.

"Kill it!" Ning Yuan's cold voice, mixed with the thunder of the heart, immediately shook the souls of the three masters.

The divinity of these three people is far stronger than Ning Yuan, and it is difficult for Prajna's Heart Thunder Technique to cause an effective attack, but it can only achieve a temporary impact.

The sea of knowledge suddenly came to a standstill, and the heads of the three masters went blank. Ning Yuan hugged Ming Wang Zhuo, stepped on the empty steps, and ran towards the elders of the Saffron Hall like lightning.

The elder of the Saffron Hall suddenly cleared his eyes, but when he saw Ming Wang Zhuo walking towards him, his face suddenly changed, and he only had time to block the magic weapon in front of him.

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The magic weapon of the patriarch is purple jade Ruyi, which belongs to the fine weapons of the Yuan Dynasty. However, Wang Zhuo smashed it hard, but it shattered on the spot, and fragments of the magic weapon flew all over the sky.

The elders of the Saffron Hall flew out, spitting prosperity in their mouths. Wang Zhuo's fear seeped into his body, immediately causing him to be seriously injured. If he doesn't run away in time, he could be beaten straight into the mud. Ning Yuan was furious, and Praruo was furious. In the blink of an eye, Ming Wang Zhuo seriously injured the elder of the Saffron Mansion. This scene made Yu Susu and the elders of Dihuang Courtyard show fear, and they no longer ignore their carelessness. The two of them held hands, or the sword came, or the skill was superb, threatening Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan originally wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue the elder of the Saffron Mansion. Unexpectedly, Yu Su and he reacted too quickly, and they could only retreat at present. There were several flashes of light without empty steps. They shy away from this skill level by level. At the same time, Ming Wang Zhuo blocked Yu Su's sword.

Be sonorous! Ning Yuan felt that his hand was almost smashed by a mountain. Yu Su is really scary. He simply couldn't dodge every sword. He is the most dangerous of the three masters. Ning Yuanqiang was attacked. Although he had Zhuge Liang of the Ming Dynasty to block most of the impact, he still felt his prosperity liquid surging, and his arm was a little numb.

He was very scared. He looked old and white, but he seemed to have a dragon in his body. Each sword is fierce. This is a far cry from his clumsy swordsmanship.

The cold light kept flashing. Yu Su held a black sword, turned into light and shadow, and pursued Ning Yuan. Although Ning Yuan's feet were fast, it was difficult to avoid his attack. He had been injured many times and had reached his limit.

The elders of the Dihuang Temple wanted to move, but they were too fast. He is well aware of the power of Yu Su. He advocated that no one could break through quickly. He is known for his Shadowless Sword, which is fast. But Ning Yuan surprised him. His sense of sacredness was gone. The other party obviously only had one day of cultivation, but it was unbelievable that he was able to match Yu Su in terms of speed, far surpassing himself.

Ning Yuan held Ming Wang Zhuo in his hand, constantly resisting Yu Su's attack, feeling more and more tired. It was inconceivable for Wang Zhuo of the Ming Dynasty to squander the power of the Yuan Dynasty. He has gradually fallen into a disadvantage. However, Yu Su's swordsmanship was sharper than the first wave of swordsmanship. He completely suppressed himself.

"Zheng!"

In Yu Su's hands, a black sword was cut down, and a ten-foot-long knife was cut down. Ning Yuan was in danger and fled, but the blade was fleeting, and it was cut in two!

Ning Yuan's pupils narrowed. With a single sword, it broke the mountain, and the cracks were as smooth as grinding. If he didn't have a spiritual warrior, he would fall.

"Not yet?" Ning Yuan was a little anxious. Looking at Li Long who disappeared from the sky, as long as Master Zhang stayed, they could immediately flee without the need for the Peace Messenger to be here. Although Yu Su's sword technique speed was faster than his own body technique, Ning Yuan firmly believed that as long as he fell from the sky, he would be able to get rid of the other party.

After another blow from Yu Su, the prosperity and prosperity of Ning Yuan's whole body boiled, and golden light spilled out of his skin, as if he was a god. This is the expression of all the essence of "Wu Di". At this time, his fighting body was at its peak. Otherwise, he would not be able to stand.

"If you dare to hurt me, you will be a peacemaker!" The old man of the Saffron Pavilion, who was seriously injured by Ning Yuan, breathed a sigh of relief at this time. When Ning Yuan was about to retreat, he raised a flying sword to attack him. He wanted to cause him serious harm.

That's great. Ning Yuan's body turned into a shadow and disappeared in place. He has no speed, his speed is unmatched. Aside from his long sword, it was difficult for the other two to touch his hair.

Around the mountain, there are already many monks. Li Longtengtian's eyes are too scary. People are watching from all sides. When these people came here, they were stunned and couldn't believe that Ning Yuan was fighting three elite warriors alone.

The man in the field was beautiful and obviously young, but he had a hard time getting along with the three elders of the three major medicine halls, which was unheard of. Compared to him, the so-called young talents of South Vietnam were as weak as the scum. "This man is supposed to be brave, but he's hundreds of years old, isn't he? Otherwise, how could a person of this age achieve such cultivation! "There are young people who can comfort themselves. If Ning Yuan was really the same age as them, then their cultivation in the future would be greatly reduced. There are such amazing wizards in the same generation, they will be overwhelmed.

Prosperity! Yu Su's sword finally stabbed at Ning Yuan. Although it only scratched his shoulder, it allowed the powerful Er molt to prosper for the first time.

The red Xian Prosperity Boom spilled into the sky with a faint golden light, but in such a fierce battle, no one noticed this detail. Yuan Li rushed towards Ning Yuan's body and roared, forcing out a terrifying sword, meaning to invade along the wound, and the wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, Yu Su's eyes moved. Is he still human? The body is not as strong as the words, and it has a terrifying self-healing ability, just like those powerful demons. At this moment, he couldn't help but suspect that it was not a human being standing in front of him, but a demon race.

Ning Yuan held Ming Wang Zhuo in one hand and took out the stone sword in the other. The origin of this sword is strange. It's hard to judge its rank, but its body is indestructible. It should be able to withstand the swords of the past.

At this time, Ning Yuanzhen wanted to learn Yu Su's swordsmanship. Yu Su's sword was extremely fast. If he cooperates with his empty step and the stone sword in his hand, it will be God blocking the God of Killing. The Buddha blocks the Buddha, and no one can stop it.

It's just that he can only think about it. Yu Su's strength was too great. I don't know how long he can hold out, let alone covet his swordsmanship.

Jingling!

Yu Su is in trouble again. The sword light is one to two, two to three, and three to thousand. The shadow of his sword shrouded the sky.

When the elders of the local Yellow Hall and Saffron Hall saw this power, their faces changed. They knew that Yu Su had really moved. Now they are in a hurry to retreat, afraid to get involved.

Ning Yuan looked dignified. The sky was filled with sword shadows. There is nowhere to hide. It can only be shaken.

At this time, his eyes lit up suddenly, and his two hands were like two little suns, one holding Ming Wang Zhuo and the other holding a stone sword.

"Roar!" Whining! ”

At this moment, virtual shadows of real dragons and idols appear. The virtual shadows of this time are much more solid than in the past. Real dragons can jump and can reach up to 100 feet in length. The elephant's nose sucks, disturbing the clouds.

The momentum of the dragon and the elephant, even the sky at this time was rapidly dissipating Li Long's gaze.

Yu Su's pupils contracted like needles, and the appearance of the dragon shadow made him smell the crisis. At present, his black sword soared into the air, and the sword shadow was even more powerful. It is innumerable and covers the entire mountain range.

At this time, the monks who were watching the battle around the mountain hurriedly retreated. At this time, even on the edge of the mountain, they were affected by the war. The energy is turbulent. The Tibetan monk who woke up had a hard time controlling the sword light.

Ning Yuan's pupils were filled with golden light. He smiled wryly and played. It was used for the first time after breaking into Ye Bing's territory. Therefore, he did not know how powerful it would be.

As soon as he was forced by Yu Su's Thousand Swords and Shadows, he couldn't help but use this skill. But when he used it, Ming Wang Zhuo frantically absorbed his vitality, and the stone sword made strange clanging and chirping sounds. The speed of absorbing Yuan Quan is no less than that of Ming Wang Zhuo.

These two weapons so terrifyingly absorbed his renminbi power. He used to have only a few dollars of electricity left. I'm afraid he'll be exhausted when this technique is done.

After gritting his teeth, since he could only launch this attack, Ning Yuan slightly adjusted the target of the next attack, including Ye Bingjing's other two cultivators. The body of the true dragon stretched like a mountain, and the body of a god towered like a wall of heaven. Two virtual shadows stood on either side of Ning Yuan, blocking all the sword shadows.

Ning Yuan's eyes went crazy, and his fighting spirit was unprecedentedly high. This attack must be dealt with by the three of them, or he will be a peacemaker!

Prosperity! Prosperity!

The virtual shadows of the real dragon and the idol began to entangle, and the process was like thunder falling at the same time, breaking the trees in the mountain and smashing the ice stones. The elders of the Rehmannia Hall and the Saffron Hall had originally wanted to stay away from the place where they were fighting, but when the virtual shadows of the real dragon and the idol appeared, the virtual space became extremely stagnant, and it was too late for them to escape from the attack. Now they felt the divine power of the dragon image.

"What kind of technology is this? It's a terrible power I've never heard of! The elder of the Dihuang Hall trembled and said, his whole body was covered with cold hair, and he felt the threat of his life.

"Is this person from the Pure Land of Great Light? The mainstream of my Haoguang Pure Land cultivation is the Five Elements Gong, which is unheard of! The elders of the Saffron Hall turned pale and prayed for good luck. He had just been seriously injured. If he had been hit so badly, it was hard to say whether he would have survived.

The stone sword in the hand of King Zhuo of the Ming Dynasty became as heavy as a mountain. Ning Yuan's arms bulged out like a dragon, and he held two weapons aloft.

The shadow of the dragon and the elephant merged into one, and behind Ning Yuan, a tall man appeared in the golden flames.

This man is a man of great status. He couldn't see his face clearly. His whole body was covered with golden light. But when he stood there, he gave people a strong spirit to travel through the Six and Eight Wilderness. The sky is trembling!

Yu Su saw this person for the first time. There was fear in his eyes. He felt an air of invincibility. He's going to lose!

The black sword in his hand trembled for the first time. Yu Su's momentum stagnated at this time. At this time, Ning Yuan's dragon reached its peak and turned into a golden aura that spread out and covered the three masters. Of course, most of the attacks were directed against Yu Su.

As soon as the sun exploded, the monks around the mountains were terrified of the peacemakers, and they went crazy again, fearing that they would be involved in the aftermath of the attack. Before they could get closer, they were so frightened that they flew back thousands of feet away, extremely frightened.

The sound of the mountain tops collapsing and the earth collapsing is endless. It was a terrible disaster. The shadow of Li Long in the sky has completely disappeared. I don't know if it's covered by an attack, or if it's supposed to dissipate on its own.

All of them mentioned their voices and kept their eyes on the golden light crumbling and the energy storm disappearing over the mountain. They want to know who survived such a war. The mountains are cracking, the sand is flying, and the smoke is like a dragon. It turned out that due to the foresight of Li Longtengtian, there were many snow-capped mountains here. At this time, the top of the mountain was bare, and even some of it was cut down.

Scenes of aftershocks are everywhere. The mountains are desolate, as if the end of the day has just passed.

Ning Yuan was as tall as a pine tree, still standing in the sky. When the surrounding monks saw this scene, their faces were all in awe. Is it possible to attack this young man with the strength of three experts, but still can't accept the other?

Not far in front of Ning Yuan, Yu Su's prosperity was in shambles. He looked like he was going to fall into the air. The other two experts, the elders of the Dihuang Palace, although their bodies were ugly, they were not as miserable as Yu Su. After all, he was not the attack center of the Dragon Elephant Xu and Yuan Dao. Most of the attacks were undertaken by Yu Su.

The most pitiful should be the elders of the Saffron Pavilion. He was seriously injured. At this time, the whole person is flowing and prospering. It was so terrible that he fell from the sky.

Seeing this scene, the face of the Elder of the Dihuang Hall changed slightly. He forced his body to be unharmed. His body broke through the air at the critical moment and supported him so that he would not become the first Ye soldier cultivator in South Vietnam to fall alive as a peacemaker.

The three specialists were injured to varying degrees, but they were all a mess. On the contrary, Ning Yuan was indifferent, and his clothes were neat. Such a stark contrast could not help but amaze the monks on the mountain. Isn't it that this person didn't do his best and was really strong enough to be unimaginable?

Later, several cultivators of Ye Bing wanted to stand up, but after Ning Yuan's terrorist attack and his infinite strength, they immediately became frightened and hesitated to stay where they were. After all, Yu Su was famous in South Vietnam. Among all Ye Bingjing's cultivators, he was also the first. If they can't even compete with him, won't they be a peacemaker in vain?

In addition, they think carefully. All three of them are from other forces. If one of them falls, or if one of them is abandoned, their own power will be invisibly strengthened, and their voice in South Vietnam will be stronger. So, later, a few people silently chose to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight for a while. It's none of their business.

Ning Yuan looked calm on the surface, but was that really the case? In fact, it wasn't the best strike he's ever had. It drained almost all of the energy in his body. At this time, he no longer had the ability to fight.