When the young disciples of the Buddhist sect saw the tragic situation of their fellow disciples, they were filled with righteous indignation and full of anger, vowing to teach Mu Fan a lesson and give his fellow disciples a bad breath.

Seeing this, Mu Fan laughed. He needs to be powerful, and only by making others fearful can he reduce the number of people who enter the challenge. Otherwise, if he keeps consuming like this, he won't be able to bear it no matter how much he really has it!

Another disciple of the Buddha Sect rushed out of the viewing table and flew into the ring. This monk is extraordinary, tall and tall, but some of them are too strong, even to the point of being bloated.

The aura of the strong monk climbed, and when he fell into the ring, he had already adjusted his state to the peak. The dragon elephant imprint loomed, swallowing the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth.

Mu Fan looked at the dragon elephant mark on his hand, far from the majesty of a strong monk, and knew that Guang was definitely not a monk's opponent with the Great Brahma Dragon Elephant Sutra.

He held the sword in his left hand, and clenched the Ruyi brick in his hand with his right hand, ready to give the strong monk a look at any time.

The sturdy monk kicked the ground on tiptoe, stomped the ring behind him and collapsed, and with the help of the power of recoil, his body shot towards Mu Fan like a sharp arrow piercing the clouds.

Mu Fan took a step back, and at the same time, the sword attacked the strong monk.

The strong monk snorted, and in the face of the galloping flying sword, the dragon elephant mark on his right arm shone brightly, and his arm suddenly became thicker.

"Bang!"

The monk actually used his arm and Gang Qi to carry Mu Fan's flying sword.

The flying sword was knocked away by the monk's punch, leaving only a faint trail of blood on his arm.

Mu Fan covered his chest with both hands, and the strong monk rushed in front of Mu Fan in a blink of an eye.

A huge force came out from his fist, and Mu Fan retracted his arms and retreated nearly a hundred zhang with the strength of his fist.

Seeing that Mu Fan was knocked out by him, how could he let go of this opportunity, and hurriedly followed closely behind, running the Great Brahma Dragon Elephant Sutra, and slammed his fists into Mu Fan's head.

This time it's fatal, far beyond the proportions of the competition!

Mu Fan didn't even look at the monk in the face of this punch, as if he was disdainful of the strong monk's attack.

The fist wind blew the placket of his clothes, crumpling the corners of Xiao Wan's clothes that she had sorted out in the morning.

Mu Fan's feet suddenly stepped into the air, but there was nothing in that place.

"Hum ......" flying sword flew and stopped at Mu Fan's feet.

As soon as his foot stepped on the flying sword, the flying sword bent, and the force of the rebound bounced Mu Fan into the air.

The strong monk landed his fists in the air, and the powerful strength did not hit anything, but took him a few steps forward.

Mu Fan landed from the air, his body curled up in a bow, and it happened to fall to the back of the head of the strong monk.

So he stretched out his foot, and then his foot touched the back of the monk's head, and then he exerted force.

In the midst of a loud roar, dust and smoke billowed out.

Mu Fan stood on the back of the head of the strong monk, and the strong monk had already been stepped into the ring by him.

The strong monk's head was clouded, and he did not lose the strength to fight again, so he smashed his fists into the ring hard, and with the help of recoil, he lifted Mu Fan out.

The monk quickly turned around, wanting to take advantage of Mu Fan's unstable center of gravity to catch Mu Fan and tear him apart with his bare hands.

Mu Fan flew into the air, mobilized the true yuan at full speed, and instilled all the true yuan into the flying sword.

The flying sword's already extremely fast speed climbed again, and it flew in front of Mu Fan's knees.

The strong monk slammed his fist into the sword, and the strength of his fist smashed the flying sword out of a terrifying bend angle.

The blade of the sword creaked, as if it might break at any moment.

Mu Fan was not worried, he kicked hard with his feet on the protrusion of the flying sword, and flew twenty zhang away.

The strong monk grabbed Mu Fan's sword, and he put the flying sword against his knees, trying to break the flying sword with brute force.

Mu Fan chuckled lightly in the air, and in the storage ring, two brand-new flying swords flew out in an instant.

These two flying swords have the same appearance as the flying swords in the hands of the strong monk, and they are both unified styles cast by the Sword Sect.

Mu Fan was dual-minded and controlled two flying swords at the same time. He rolled on his side and slowly landed from the air.

At this moment, there seemed to be the shadow of Xiaopeng on his body.

The two flying swords went into battle together, and Edgeworth's stood motionless in the ring.

The strong monk watched the two flying swords shoot at him, and had to give up the flying swords on his lap.

Mu Fan hooked his fingers, and the flying sword dropped by the monk hung in the air, turning differently.

With a wave of his hand, one of the three flying swords was taken into Mu Fan's hand. His divine sense was a little difficult to control the three flying swords, and it was not suitable for long-term combat.

At the same time, it is not easy to control multiple flying swords, since the battle with Xiaopeng, he has often thought about how to resist more flying swords, attack multiple targets at the same time, and try to be as accurate as possible to reduce the burden on the soul.

Xiaopeng gave him some inspiration, he could have done it while fighting others.

Now fighting against the body refining cultivator, and it is not easy to win, he decisively distanced himself, weakened his control over his body, and instead used two flying swords to attack.

It was very scary for the monk to go crazy, and Mu Fan had seen Huikong go crazy and cut off the water of the mother river.

Now the monk opposite him also went crazy and rushed towards Mu Fan desperately.

Due to the fact that he had to face two flying swords, the strong monk had to distract his energy, which caused his strength to be unable to gather in one place, and naturally he could not resist the edge of the flying sword.

But the strong monk had a red neck and a black face, and he was going to fight Mu Fan to the death.

Mu Fan still stood still, seeing that the monk was getting closer and closer to him, he slowly raised the sword in his hand.

The cold light flashed, and two clangs came from behind the strong monk.

Mu Fan gave up the flying sword he had just controlled and used the flying sword in his hand with all his might. So the sword in his hand was very fast, and the monk was covered with sword wounds, and he was powerless to dodge.

Mu Fan's sword pierced through the monk's body, penetrating the monk's skin, flesh and blood, and finally pierced through the monk's back.

The wound was not fatal, so the formation was not activated.

Mu Fan sighed in his heart: "Don't commit the precept of anger, alas! ”

He pulled out his sword, stretched out his hand and pushed the strong monk, the sword was dripping with blood, and the monk completely collapsed.

There are not many people who have entered the atrium realm in the same year as Mu Fan, the Buddha Sect is weaker than the Sword Sect, and the people who break through the atrium realm should only be a handful.

There are also very few newcomers from the Sword Sect who break through the Atrium Realm, probably within ten people.

The first person to break through to the atrium realm was Hua Yuanfei, but this time he did not participate in the grand event of the sect, probably because his comprehension of the sword path had reached a critical moment.

Later, Mu Fan left the Sword Sect, and some people broke through to the atrium realm one after another, and it seems that another one is an outer disciple, I don't know how much blessing he has received.

Mu Fan shook the blood on his sword, there were many people around this ring, and there were at least thirty people who entered the sect in the same year as him and reached the atrium realm.

These people are either waiting for the right moment, or they are ready to make a move.

Mu Fan straightened out the folds of his clothes and waited for the arrival of his next opponent. He turned his head and looked at the spectator seat where the Xuanmen was located.

Shi Yan had his knife on his lap, and he was observing the situation on the field. He spotted Mu Fan's gaze, smiled slightly, and slowly made a movement to wipe his neck.

Mu Fan hoped that Shi Yan could end up early, and the more he dragged it out, the less sure he was of defeating Shi Yan.