The mortal dust of the middle level of spiritual cultivation, in the face of the middle level of void cultivation, although there is a realm behind, it may not be impossible to defeat, because there are still a few identities of mortal dust that have not been used...

Otherwise, with the blessing of spiritual and material power, as soon as the wooden sword and seven sword sword tricks come out, I am afraid that it will not kill it in seconds......

In the battle with Shang Shi, the Imperial Envoy Spirit Cultivator can easily solve it, so even if Mo Yan is stronger than Shang Shi, it should be far from being able to make him exert all his strength.

is still the same sentence, he is not too sure about the first, and the main cultivation has not achieved the expected goal, but the top three, that is, the second and third, those guys may not be worth his full effort.

"Did we get too close, and all your good luck was robbed by me?" I thought you could enter the top three with me, but now it's hard to say" Shaofeng smiled strangely and patted Fan Chen's shoulder, he was facing a void cultivation beginner in this scene.

"His shit is gone, now it's your turn" Shao Yu not far away also frowned and cursed, he was also on the top, although he was not a seed player, but compared to Shaofeng, he was also a strong enemy.

In the face of Shao Bai's low scolding, Shao Feng just responded with a smile, and Fan Chen also chuckled before standing up and walking towards the arena with Shao Feng.

"Mo Yan!"

"Fanhua"

......

After a while, the two figures got into the ring, and while saluting each other politely, the formation protection also slowly rose on the side of the ring, and as soon as the formation protection came out, it meant that the seventh game officially began.

However, Mo Yan, who was standing a hundred meters away from Fanchen, did not make a move immediately, but just smiled and looked at it a few times: "What a legend, you who are only at the beginning of spiritual cultivation, can actually come here, and if you despise you a little, you will regret it, but don't worry, I will do my best in this game."

With a chuckle, Mo Yan also had an extra long sword overflowing with cold light in his hand, and this seeded player also used a sword.

Fan Chen smiled dumbly, the flying sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and he hugged Mo Yan again, and didn't say anything.

"Frost Sword!"

Fan Chen hugged his fist, Mo Yan on the opposite side scolded, the long sword was pulled, and the sword flower stabbed straight down, crossing a hundred meters in an instant, the speed was as fast as a shock, as if he had just moved in front of Fan Chen.

The Sen Han long sword pointed directly at Fan Chen's chest, and before the sword arrived, a cold and frozen aura swept out, and Fan Chen, who was actually frozen, couldn't help but shiver.

This sword technique is definitely a martial art composed of wind and ice, which has both the swiftness and sharpness of wind-based martial arts, and the cold and icy feeling of ice-based martial arts.

Seeing the long sword stabbing straight down, Fan Chen's body flashed, his figure flashed, obliquely avoiding the long sword, and during the action, a layer of frost appeared on the side of his body, and the speed of the frost and mortal dust was also greatly affected, as if his limbs had become stiff and frozen, and his qi and blood were not smooth.

"Star Sword!"

And when his body first moved, the long sword in Mo Yan's hand also shook suddenly, and in an instant, nine sword shadows shook out in the void, like nine meteors highlighted in the sky, heading straight for Fan Chen's throat, forehead and other nine key points to kill, the speed was indescribable.

The fast mortal dust's face changed slightly, and the flying sword in his hand also attacked quickly.

After an instant, layers of sword waves and clouds appeared in front of Fan Chen, and the sword clouds were permeated, and the fast sword was against the fast sword.

In the midst of the rapid retreat, several of his severed swords fell to the ground with a "poof", and a layer of frost also appeared outside the mortal dust, and the color of the frost was rapidly thickening and thickening, as if to freeze his whole person into an ice sculpture.

"Frost Sword!"

It was in the retreat of Fan Chen, Mo Yan snorted again, and the whole person was like an ethereal flying immortal coming from the sky, going east with a sword, pulling out a frost-colored horse and attacking Fan Chen's throat.

Fan Chen's body trembled, and with a bang, the shattered ice outside his body was shattered, and the hilt of the broken sword in his hand was replaced with a new intact flying sword.

It's still a fast sword against a fast sword, one is like an ethereal flying immortal, the sword is flying under the clear sky, and the other is like a peerless god of war, and the body is pulling out a flat dry thunder at the beginning of the body, and in an instant, the sword light of Dasheng is like thunder, and the entire ring is dim.

"Boom~"

In the explosion of the wind, two figures staggered in the center of the ring, a sword was like a thunderbolt slashing out of the mortal dust, and the flying sword in his hand was broken into two, although his whole person did not suffer any injuries in this short exchange, but in just a few breaths, the spirit weapon has been broken twice, which undoubtedly shows that he is at an absolute disadvantage.

"Alas, really, how nice it would be if you used a wooden sword" Looking at Mo Yan, Fan Chen sighed secretly in his heart.

On the other side, Mo Yan turned around with a smile: "The flower sword in my hand is a high-level spiritual weapon of Void Cultivation, it seems that I have taken a big advantage of you in this regard, but don't think that I will take the initiative to replace the spiritual level spirit sword."

Fan Chen was dumbfounded, and when he turned around with a smile, his hair and eyebrows were still frost-colored, as if they were transparent and white stained by frost, even his face was slightly blue, but Fan Chen's face was still calm, and he glanced at Mo Yan very calmly: "It's not that you need to be so troublesome as replacing the spirit weapon." ”

After the words, there was once again an extra spiritual flying sword in Fan Chen's palm.

Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, and giggled: "There have been two facts that have proved that your speed under my sword technique is greatly affected, and the speed cannot keep up, and the spiritual weapon in your hand is far less sharp than mine, do you still want to try it for the third time?"

But no, under the Mo Yan, Feng and Bing dual-system composite sword technique, the speed of ordinary martial artists will be greatly affected, their hands and feet will be frozen, and their qi and blood will not flow smoothly.

It's already very good that she can play sixty percent of her usual speed, but her sword speed is still in full bloom, otherwise Fan Chen would not have been cut off by her flying swords one after another in the counterattack just now.

It's been twice, and Fanchen still hasn't given up?

"Just try it and you'll find out!"

Fan Chen chuckled, the spiritual material power poured out silently, and a sword was pulled out, and it was actually a speed that was several percent more terrifying than just now, and under the vigorous sword light, Mo Yan's face changed greatly, because the other party's speed was too fast and too fast, and her vision was also greatly affected by the sudden sword stabbing.

"Flashing Sword!"

In the great change of face, Mo Yan's body turned, like a dancing goddess, pulling the long sword on his side, as if fireworks broke out, the picture was beautiful and moving, but the temperature of the void on Mo Yan's side plummeted, and infinite ice flowers appeared in an instant, wanting to freeze the range of more than ten meters around him into a cold ice hell.

But when the Ice Hell appeared, an astonishing sword had already slashed in.

"Boom!"

"Click!"

Two voices slashed through the Ice Hell and struck straight down.

Mo Yan's long sword disappeared in a flash, and when it appeared in the next moment, it had already appeared a few centimeters away from the Fanchen Flying Sword, as long as he went further, he would have to cut off this spirit sword again, and Fanchen's flying sword had already kept a rapid pace in front of it, and now I am afraid that he would not be able to do it if he wanted to.

But Fan Chen let out a low shout, and the flying sword that was like thunder turned abruptly, and suddenly flew up, and when it fell again...

"Hold the sword bright red into your fingertips"