In general, the Tianquan seal of the real person of the dust, the jade plate of this party named Tianshu is the token of the peak master of Tianshu Peak passed down from generation to generation. Among the three schools of Dao, Buddha, and Demon, the Dao Sect is recognized as the weakest physique, but the strongest refining weapon, which even the Sword Sect, which has been entangled with the Dao Sect for nearly a thousand years, has never denied it. Xiao Yu benefited from the Daoist Treasure Mixed Yuan Umbrella in his early years, and relied on this treasure to escape with his life many times. Therefore, if the inner is insufficient, the power of external objects is borrowed, which is the same simple reason as the lame man on crutches, the knife for killing, and the saddle for horseback riding.

The more the two fought, the more earth-shattering it became, and Xiao Yu had to retreat again and again, until he withdrew for more than three miles.

At this time, Murong Yan's upper body was in tatters, revealing all kinds of hideous scars underneath, and with his every movement, it seemed to be meandering. With each punch, a pillar of heaven and earth stretched out from his body, connecting to the void around him, and after he struck thirty-six punches on the jade plate, there were already thirty-six pillars of qi from various angles connecting him with heaven and earth, and for a while, the vitality of heaven and earth was taken by him alone. Each punch carries the power of ten thousand acres of majestic vitality.

Qingchen Dazhen did not snatch control of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi with Murong Yan, but took the opportunity to throw a flying sword, as soon as the flying sword was shot, it turned into a thousand flying needles, Murong Yan did not dodge or dodge, relying on his physique, which was also rare in the realm of free immortals, and let a thousand flying needles fall firmly on him, and at the same time slapped a palm at Qingchen Zhenren.

This palm gathered all the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi absorbed by the 36 Heavenly Pillars, and between the square inches of the palm, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that was originally invisible to the naked eye was already substantial.

With a bang, this palm fell on the jade plate, and in an instant, the feet of the two people had collapsed violently, and the vitality that escaped was like an expanded ring, crushing all the way outward, the ground cracked inch by inch, and the light on the jade plate was even more rapidly dimmed.

With a wave of his long sleeves, Qingchen put away the jade plate with a dull luster. Although his original plan was to wait for the attack, wait for Murong Yan's momentum to decline from the peak, and then strike later, but if he defended for a long time, he would lose it, and now he couldn't hold it anymore, and even to the point where he had to make a move.

If there is no other choice, then shoot.

Qingchen Zhenren took a virtual hand, and a miniature version of the Beiyang magic sword appeared in his right hand, the light was restrained, like water condensing ice, like substance. Qingchen Zhenren was not in a hurry to take out the sword, but the cold sword qi on the sword had spread in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it was June snow, and before the sword came out, it was already a thousand layers of snow.

This wind and snow were overwhelming, and they slammed down on Murong Yan.

Murong Yan is like returning from the wind and snow at night, since there is nowhere to shelter from the wind and snow, she can only brave the wind and snow. It's just that this wind and snow is really not ordinary snow, it is cold and biting, even Murong Yan, after a while, the surface of her body began to appear blue and white, and the black hair on her temples was quickly dyed with a layer of white frost.

Murong Yan's heart was slightly cold, this frost was indeed a little strange, and now he faintly felt that his movements began to become stiff, and even the blood around his body became cold and stagnant. Murong Yan almost instinctively used the martial arts cultivator's true name, Gang Qi, to shake away the icy qi around him.

Qingchen Zhenren sneered, where would he let Murong Yan break his Beiyang cold qi so easily, taking advantage of the gap when Murong Yan used Gang Qi to break the cold qi, the reduced version of the Beiyang magic sword in his hand pointed straight at him, and a dazzling ice blue rainbow was born like a real dragon and went towards Murong Yan.

This sword is so sharp, Rao is Murong Yan's body comparable to the golden body of Buddhism, and he does not dare to completely carry this sword, he has both palms across his chest, full of energy, and faces the eighth of the nine magic swords of the Daomen, the Beiyang Sword, with a pair of fleshy palms.

The two swords came out together, but they failed to seriously injure Murong Yan, at this time, when there was only one sword, as long as it was not a sneak attack, most of them could not pose a threat to Murong Yan, and sure enough, Murong Yan, who had emptied both palms, not only blocked this sword, but even beat this Beiyang sword, which had been condensed for most of the time, back to a half-empty and half-solid state.

Qingchen Zhenren is constantly trying to create an opportunity to seriously injure Murong Yan in one fell swoop, and Murong Yan is also waiting for such an opportunity, so he always defends first and then attacks, and this time is no exception, after blocking Qingchen Zhenren's sword, Murong Yan's counterattack also followed.

In the world, martial artists fight fiercely, all pay attention to a hand accounting for three percent of the legs, and even "the hands are like two doors, all rely on the feet to beat people", "practice boxing without practicing legs, after all, you will regret it", it can be seen that the leg and foot killing is fierce, still above the fist, but in the cultivation world, all kinds of hand kung fu is dazzling, but there are not many means on the legs.

Murong Yan's eyes were awe-inspiring, and he shouted angrily, but he actually stood still with a foot deep in the ground, and suddenly threw out a whip leg. This is his Murong Yan's counterattack.

This whip leg, which was full of majestic qi, with an afterimage, swept towards the head of Qingchen Zhenren.

Qingchen Zhenren made a mistake in his footsteps, shifted his shape, and passed by this whip leg in an instant.

The whip kick kicked into the air, and in the straight line in the direction of the kick, a series of air explosions continued.

Qingchen Zhenren, who seemed to have fallen into the downwind again, had a calm look in his eyes, and said silently: "Ying Yuan." ”

Ying Yuan, who ranked fourth among the nine magic swords of the Dao Sect, reappeared in a miniature form, and as soon as he appeared, there was a thunderous sound that sounded continuously, like a summer thunderbolt. Qingchen Zhenren also did not rush to take out the sword, but before the sword came out, it was already thundering.

Xiao Yu, who was standing in the distance watching the battle, suddenly turned pale under the impact of the thunder, and hurriedly ran the vitality in his body to the peak state, only to slightly alleviate the feeling of losing his soul brought by the thunder.

Xiao Yu gently swallowed the mouthful of blood that kept pouring up, and then retreated back half a mile away.

This sword actually has some taste of great mercy and thunder in Buddhism, but there is almost no compassion in it, more of it is really heart-wrenching, and there is a trace of indescribable ruthlessness in the grandeur.

The key to this battle between the fifth and sixth in the world is who will first reveal the fatal flaw that is enough to distinguish the winner from the loser.

Murong Yan approached again and punched frantically at Qingchen Zhenren, but his attention was focused on the Ying Yuan Law Sword in Qingchen Zhenren's hand.

If nothing else, when the sword is drawn, it is the time to distinguish the winner and the loser.

Facing Murong Yan's fist, Qingchen Zhenren just smiled, stretched out his five fingers, and between his five fingers, green thunder was born, and with a slight flick of his wrist, there were thunderballs formed by green thunder shooting out, and each thunderball just offset Murong Yan's punch.

After Murong Yan broke the three hundred thunder balls in one go, he finally had to replace the old with new ones.

At this time, Qingchen Zhenren stretched out his hand and pressed it on the Ying Yuan magic sword, and then swept Changhong with a sword.

Where Changhong passed, there were clouds and mist, and thunder and lightning were clear.

Directly take Murong Yan, who is just at the moment when the old qi is exhausted and the new qi is not born!