With a click, a corner of the mountain temple was suddenly cut off, revealing a red light.

The frog disappeared, and the Changmei Daoist had already risen into the air, and a sword stabbed towards the white mist, and the white mist scattered everywhere he passed, but after him, the white mist closed again.

In the huge mirror image of the sky, the green sword in the hand of the Changmei Daoist was like a fierce and invincible dragon, with a hazy blue light, rushing straight into the mountain temple, as if it was about to smash the mountain temple with a sword.

The hearts of those watching from the outside couldn't help but crumble, thinking that most of the temple was going to be destroyed by this sword. After all, everyone had seen the power of the green sword just now, and no one would think that Chen Gong, who was fighting with Monk Wuzhen, would be able to calmly block this sword.

Just when the Changmei Daoist passed by the monk Wuzhen and was about to fly into the mountain temple, the green sword in his hand suddenly flipped and fell across the side of the neck, and the figure was stunned, that is, the moment the green sword was raised, a touch of sword wire was pierced on the green sword.

And just when the Changmei Daoist blocked that sword wire, the sword threads surged in the white mist, like river waves gushing out from the mountain temple, involving Changmei and Wuzhen.

Many people's hearts were beating wildly, thinking that if the long-eyebrow Daoist blocked more slowly, he might have separated his head by now.

Changmei was also shocked in his heart, in his opinion, the person who practiced sword in the world could not be his opponent when he met him. But in front of me, I met a ridiculously high swordsmanship, and now I met a Chen Gong who was not bad at all.

However, after all, he is a sword cultivator with extremely strong swordsmanship, and he has experienced a lot of such battles, so he naturally knows that the strength of sword cultivation is all in the sword, as long as he breaks the opponent's sword, he will win most of this battle.

I saw that his wrist turned, and the green sword in his hand had already conjured up a sword shadow, enveloping the sword light that had not yet disappeared, and he obviously wanted to use the advantage of the green sword to shatter Chen Gong's red flame sword, which looked like it had just been refined to the point of transformation.

The long eyebrows are in the air, and the body moves with the sword, like a drill drilled towards the mountain temple, and the drill bit is the crazy churning green sword, under a piece of blue light, like a frog.

The sword shadow is forested, and the murderous aura is surging, and the attack and defense change in an instant.

Most of the scattered was just sword qi, which was turned into mist by the Red Flame Sword. Chen Gong, who was really made of the Red Flame Sword, didn't intend to go head-to-head with the Green Sword. The Red Flame Sword is strong, but what is strong is its origin, and Chen Gong will not easily expose the true power of the Red Flame Sword unless it is absolutely necessary.

Between the stirring of the green sword, there are countless red sword lights entwined upward, even if it is shattered by the green sword, there is always a trace of sword silk that is elusive, and it does not leave the vital point of Changmei's whole body. When the green sword was stirred, I saw that the sword light did not back down at all, but trembled in the sword shadow of the green sword dance, only a person with good eyesight would find that the sword light was not trembling, but moving with the sword shadow of the green sword, and every time it was able to avoid the killing of the green sword, the difference was only a millimeter.

The sword silk trembled and then disappeared, and the long-eyebrow Taoist retreated in shock, and the green sword in his hand danced in front of him. Only he knew that if he hadn't retreated quickly just now, he was afraid that he had been pierced into his eyebrows by that sword wire.

The long eyebrows retreated like the wind, and only then did he avoid the sword wire, and then immediately rose up with his sword.

After the arrival of the Changmei Daoist, Wu Zhen had already walked to the door of the Mountain Temple, his steps were extremely heavy, and the closer he got to the front of the temple, the slower he walked. After a few rounds of sword fighting between Chen Gong and Changmei Electrifying Stone Fire, he only took two steps.

The red light above Wu Zhen's head rose to the sky, dyeing a white mist into a red glow, the sword light of the red flame sword forced the long eyebrows to retreat at the same time, there was a touch of sword wire straight to the back of Wu Zhen's neck, the sword wire entered the red light, and it was obvious that it was a lot slower, a black Buddha bead had hit the sword light, and there was a silent ripple where the collision occurred, and as soon as the sword wire retreated, the Buddha bead retracted back into Wu Zhen's hand.

At this time, Wu Zhen's steps forward had stopped, because there was already a sword light in front of him stabbing towards his eyes, and as soon as he entered the red light, the Buddha bead in his hand had already ejected out, but the sword light suddenly drew an arc, still stabbing towards Wu Zhen.

The blue light next to him was sheng, and a green shadow surged straight towards the mountain temple, but a sword light in the mountain temple didn't matter how dense his green shadow was, it stabbed straight into the sword light.

No matter how unpredictable the green sword was, that trace of dark red sword shadow could avoid being twisted by the green sword, and at the same time, the white mist in all directions was surging towards the two of them, rotating around them, and the white mist looked like an endless sword light was forcing it at first glance.

Those two sword wires are Chen Gong's attack methods by relying on the sword formation of mountains and rivers in the sky, but with his current cultivation, he can't urge more sword wires, but with these two sword wires, it is enough to divide Wuzhen and Changmei.

When Wu Zhen was not attacked by the Red Flame Sword, he didn't attack the mountain temple with Buddha beads, not because he didn't want to do this, but because he didn't come out after he had three Buddha beads in the mountain temple before, and he didn't want to take any more risks. Only under the shroud of red light could his Buddha beads be guaranteed to hit that elusive sword wire.

Wu Zhen is not easy now, he bears boundless power, as if he is walking with the entire Heavenly Sword Peak on his back, he is using his own mana to fight against the spiritual power of the Heavenly Sword Peak, and Changmei is relying on the sword in his hand to cut the condensed Heavenly Sword Peak spiritual power forward.

The sword wire once again pierced into the red light around Wu Zhen's body, and he could clearly sense that as soon as the sword light pierced into the red light, the speed would slow down. For Chen Gong, this piece of red light is like a red quagmire, and there is a huge sense of restraint as soon as he enters it. Wu Zhen grabbed the moment of stagnation of Chen Gong's sword silk and shot out a Buddha bead, the Buddha bead seemed to have only a little black light, and it only repelled the sword wire, but Chen Gong, who was connected to the Red Flame Sword's heart, could feel that his heart was as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.

Outside the white mist, all the monks looked at the image of the huge mirror image of the sky, and their hearts were shocked, whether it was Wuzhen or Changmei, their performance shocked them.

The red-like red light above Wu Zhen's head no one could see through what kind of magical power it was, and his momentum in the white mist seemed to be no weaker than Chen Gong in the mountain temple. And the sword issued by the Changmei Daoist standing on the top of the mountain can already be said to be amazing, only one sword split a corner of the mountain temple, so many people didn't even see the mountain temple before they died, and he could destroy a corner of the mountain temple as soon as he made a move.

One unfathomable, one sharp.

But the more this happened, the more shocked everyone became, because it was just these two people who stopped after coming to the front of the mountain temple, and they couldn't step on the threshold of the mountain temple. The two of them were each blocked by a sword light flying out of the mountain temple, that sword light could not be captured in the mirror outside, and only showed when the sword light pierced into the red light of Wuzhen, and other times it was hidden in the void.

"What a clever swordsmanship, such a powerful sword formation. Someone couldn't help but exclaim.

People who know the goods can naturally see that Chen Gong and Changmei are both sword cultivators, Chen Gong's sword must be refined step by step, the sword moves at will, such as the arm and fingers, and the swordsmanship is beyond people's imagination.

And Changmei's ability is all in the sword in his hand, maybe the sword still has infinite power, but it is limited by Changmei's cultivation and can't be exerted. But despite this, it was enough for him to make a great name in the cultivation realm. It's just that in the face of Chen Gong, who is more skilled in swordsmanship, he was completely suppressed, and he couldn't show the power of the green sword in his hand at all.

The fog was rolling, and if it were a real wave of the sea, it must have been a stormy wave by this time, although it was not, but it was now extremely spectacular.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano sounded between heaven and earth, and the sound of the piano was melodious and long. One by one, the monks immediately looked at Heng Luo, who was sitting on the top of the green mountain, he did not look up at the sky, nor at the sea of fog, but just focused on playing the piano in his hand.

The sound of the piano was melodious at first, but after a while, it turned into sadness, sadness and resentment, and suddenly turned sharply into bursts of killing sounds, just like someone who was wronged and held a sword in the middle of the night to take revenge.

The sound of killing not only did not subside, but became more and more intense, and it only evolved into a great chaos that swept the world after a while, such as 100,000 iron horsemen across the world, and like the slaughter of the city when the city was broken.

"This is the chaos of the Qin Demon Hengluo!" exclaimed a knowledgeable person.

Unconsciously, the sound of the piano has brought many people's thoughts into a chaotic scene.

Junwei did not return to Shushan, she stood in the clouds, raised her head and raised the gourd to drink a sip of medicinal wine, but her eyes looked at the person sitting on the top of the mountain playing the piano.

She has her own spells that can see through the white mist, especially since the white mist is still composed of a sword array. The Shushan Sword Sect is a sect that existed before the Heavenly Court disappeared, although it is based on swords, but there are countless spells that can assist in swordsmanship, this is the essence of the great sect on the Void Immortal Continent. If the people of the sword can't see far enough and can't see through the illusion obstacle, then how can the sword take the enemy's head thousands of miles away.

Through the heavy white mist, Jun Wei could see the scene in front of the mountain temple, for Chen Gong's swordsmanship, although she was a little surprised by the speed of Chen Gong's progress, but she felt that it was still within her tolerance.

She just felt that Chen Gong would have such a powerful performance, mostly because he was a god and had exerted a more intelligent strength within his own divine domain.

She naturally has an impression of that long eyebrow. When they met in the valley that time, she didn't use all her strength, and naturally she knew that this disciple who claimed to be from the Tianshan Sword Sect didn't use all her strength either, but that fight was enough for her to understand that this Changmei's own cultivation only accounted for three points of strength, and the power of the sword in her hand accounted for seven points.

Therefore, Jun Wei will say that Changmei is not the opponent of the Nantianmen heirs, and no one knows the origin and power of Nantianmen better than a disciple like her, who is also a major sect.

Junwei has been famous for this person known as the Qin Demon for a long time, and she went to the mountains of Muxiuzhou several times to look for it but didn't find it, and since she met it here today, how could she let it go.

Heng Luo's gray robe was draped on the ground, sitting cross-legged, with a gray and white stone piano on his lap, and the five stone strings did not move when the five fingers crossed, but there were complex syllables echoing in the sky.

"Shushan Junwei comprehends the magic power of the qin!" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded between heaven and earth, and at the same time, a clear sword chant was mixed in the sound of the piano, and the sound of the piano changed, but it was not disturbed by this sword chant, but it added to the killing meaning in the sound of the qin.