In the nameless formation not far away, three young men from Refining Weapon City walked out silently, looking at the place where Meng Ran was fighting. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Not only in one place, but in the flame formation, a crack was opened, surrounded by raging firelight, and outsiders could not see the situation inside, but it revealed the feeling of observation from the inside, which was obviously those trialists of Flame City.

There are also two indifferent teenagers from Heavenly Sword City, standing with their swords in their hands, looking at them from afar.

The trial is imminent, everyone seems to be in no mood to cultivate, and the north peak will soon be densely packed with human figures, no one approaches, but they are all secretly observing, among them are the understanding of the strength of the human wilderness, and some are also the judgment of the cultivator's cultivation in this trial.

At the same time, on the peak of the main vein of feathering, two old men sat cross-legged, their hearts moved, looking in the direction of the north peak.

"In the past, it was all between the disciples of the foreign trial, competing with each other, finding out the details of the other party, hoping to take the lead in the trial, but I didn't expect that the other disciples didn't do it this year, but they did it with the disciples of Yuhua Peak first!"

"Hehe, it's okay to do it, the miscellaneous servants of Feather Peak have been quite slack in the past few months, and they can take the opportunity to beat them. ”

"How?...... Do you think that little guy can defeat the Six Layers of Condensation?"

"This ...... It's hard to say, you and I can just take a look, it's just leisure to relieve boredom, why bother to figure out what is right or wrong. ”

The two old men were not talking loudly, and they were even far away on the main peak of Feathering, and no one could hear what they were talking about, and even someone who was watching everyone from a distance could not notice it.

Zhao Wei's eyes were clear, Yuhuafeng stipulated that he could fight, but he couldn't kill, Zhao Wei had no scruples in his heart at the moment, it didn't matter if he couldn't kill him, as long as he left his last breath before leaving, even if he died after he left, it wouldn't be blamed on him.

What he fancied was the karst cave on the north peak, and it was the spirit stone inside.

Just when Zhao Wei sneered, two phantom shadows appeared in front of him, like the remnants of two beasts, one of which was covered with scale armor, with sharp claws and arms like pangolins, and the other was like a tiger's head, with fangs, thinking of Meng Ran's direction and roaring.

Meng Ran's brows were slightly raised, seeing the two remnant souls roaring, his palm flipped, two Yin Purple knives appeared in his hand, and shot forward, suddenly there was a burst of wind, and two faint purple lights, dragging their long tails, rushed towards the two remnant souls.

Immediately after, another Yin Purple Knife also suddenly flew out, this one is more complicated than the previous two on the lines, if you don't look carefully, it is difficult to see the clues, this Yin Purple Knife turned around and killed Zhao Wei, wanting to cut off Zhao Wei's control of the two remnant souls.

"Phew!"

After the remnant soul collided with the Yin Purple Knife, it did not roar, but made a strange sound of "Zizi", as if it was corroded, the light on the two Yin Purple Knife slowly dimmed, and the two remnant souls were also pierced by the Yin Purple Knife, gradually melting like snow, emitting dark green smoke.

Zhao Wei himself had his pupils shrunk after Meng Ran took out the Yin Purple Knife, and when he saw that there was a shot at him, he was even more vigilant, and even wanted to give up controlling the remnant soul to resist, just when he was about to withdraw his Yuan Force, he saw that although the two Yin Purple Knives were imposing, they couldn't even penetrate the remnant soul, so he calmed down.

Meng Ran's eyes flashed, and after the two Yin Purple Swords were blocked by the remnant soul, his face showed a look of panic, as if he was afraid of being discovered by Zhao Wei, and immediately turned indifferent, but his hands flashed rapidly, and two Yin Purple Swords were shot out, and they rushed over in unison.

This kind of sign fell in Zhao Wei's eyes, and Zhao Wei was even more sure that the Yin Purple Knife was just a façade.

"Carving insect skills!" Zhao Wei sneered, looked at the people around him, his eyes showed a proud look, as if driving away flies, holding the green bamboo sword and waving it casually.

But when the Yin Purple Knife and the Qingzhu Sword clashed, Zhao Wei's expression changed, and a huge force came from the Yin Purple Knife, almost shaking his Qingzhu Sword, Zhao Wei used all his strength to barely hold the Qingzhu Sword, the tiger's mouth was cracked, and blood dripped from the wound.

Zhao Wei's eyes showed a look of anger, and he hurriedly used the Yuan Force, and the light of the green bamboo sword rose sharply, resisting the Yin Purple Knife.

However, there was a cold aura, but it was transmitted along the Qingzhu Sword to Zhao Wei's palm, cold to the bone, making the flow of his Yuan Force slow down, unable to maintain the sword of the Qingzhu Sword, Zhao Wei's face was shocked, and he was about to leave, but at this time, the two Yin Purple Swords that came after rushed up and pierced his body.

Two Yin Purple Knives, one pierced his right arm, and the other directly passed through his lower abdomen, freezing Zhao Wei's spiritual aperture, Meng Ran's shot was very measured, he didn't kill Zhao Wei, but it made the other party completely lose his combat effectiveness, and even the blow that passed through the spiritual aperture, although it was not enough to abolish Zhao Wei, but if there was no large amount of resources piled up, it would not be able to raise it.

"You...... Despicable!My Spiritual Aperture!" Zhao Wei let out a roar, wanting to use the Yuan Force, but found that the Spiritual Aperture in his body was damaged, and the Yuan Force was rapidly dissipating.

Meng Ran's face was calm, there was no contempt, no pride, just silently stepped forward, Zhao Wei's eyes were panicked, and he hurriedly stepped back, Meng Ran walked to his side, Zhao Wei was already sweating with sideburns.

"You can't kill me! Feather Peak can't kill people...... If you kill me, I will be executed by the elders!" Zhao Wei glanced at the Yin Purple Knife that had returned to Meng Ran's hand, and said in a panic.

Meng Ran didn't speak, but reached out to his waist, pulled down the storage bag there, checked it in his hand, and then turned around and left, fading out of everyone's field of vision.

There was silence all around, until Meng Ran left, and soon there was a commotion.

"Who is this person, the peak of the fifth level of condensation, he can defeat Zhao Wei, and he is the roadblock in this trial!"

"Well, I know Zhao Wei, with the side of the outer disciple Chen Ping, the means are more than that, if it weren't for that kid's cunning, Zhao Weiwei would be the enemy, and it would be impossible to say who would win or lose!"

"That's right, this kid is really wilted, if I meet him, I must not be deceived by him. ”

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The three teenagers in Refining Weapon City looked calm, and there was no fluctuation in their eyes, as if the battle just now was a childlike fight, and they couldn't pose any threat to them, and without listening to the discussion of the audience, they turned around and walked back into the formation.

Not far away, the cracks outside the flame formation also closed, and I don't know how the young man in it feels, but the two young men who are standing with swords in their hands have different colors in their eyes, but they are only surprised.

"The man...... Seems to be a disciple in the Sword King City. The slightly burly boy thought about it and said.

The other teenager nodded and said, "Yes, it was also brought by the human desolation messenger, if you make a move, what will be the result?"

This young man is thin, not as burly as him, but he has handsome eyebrows, and has the feeling of a beautiful young man, dressed in white, carrying a spirit sword, and floating out of the dust.

"Five moves!"

The burly young man frowned slightly, and after thinking about it, he said: "It looks like he is a physical cultivator, but for our sword cultivation, physical cultivation has no advantage, if I am up to him, I am confident that I can cut off his head within five moves." ”

When the handsome young man heard this, he nodded lightly, his expression was as usual, and he said: "The six-fold peak battle of condensing qi is five-fold, the five moves are not much, but there are also a lot, don't be complacent...... Let's go!"

Feathering the main peak, two old men sitting cross-legged, one of them squinted and smiled, and the other had a different color.

"It seems that the miscellaneous disciples have to take care of it, it's really a shame to lose to the little guy who is lower than their own realm. ”

"Hehe, he didn't lose unjustly, this little guy looks honest and honest, but in fact he is insidious and cunning, but he has a very good appetite for the old man. ”