Seeing Dongfang Qing dodge his blow, Zimo was still unhurried, he stepped on his feet in mid-air, and the whole person disappeared in an instant, the Sumeru mustard sword was held in the palm of his hand, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the Sumeru mustard sword instantly turned into nine, falling towards the top of Dongfang Qing's head.

"Nine swordsmanship, nine swords!"

The nine transfiguration swords merged into one as they were about to land on top of her head, slashing down with all their might.

Dongfang Qing's complexion changed, and a pale pink semicircular light mask was formed with her left hand, which instantly appeared above her head.

"Boom!"

Sumeru mustard seed sword slashed on the pale pink light mask and made a loud bang, Dongfang Qing's whole person was still in mid-air just now, and now it was directly cut to the ground by Zimo, a one-meter-sized round pit instantly appeared under her feet, and the whole person's hair was scattered, and it didn't look as charming and moving as just now, just like a flower child.

"Senior sister!"

"Senior sister!"

"Qing'er!"

The people of the Yin Yang Sect were extremely nervous one by one, could it be that Dongfang Qing was defeated?

Immediately after the dust cleared, Dongfang Qing's figure appeared, with a layer of frost on her face, looking at Zimo with a sense of hatred, she was so embarrassed in front of so many people.

"Since I entered the Spirit Infant List, no one of the same level of cultivators has forced me to be so embarrassed, you are the first!"

Feng Buyan listened to this woman's words, pursed his lips, and couldn't help but mock, "This woman is stupid, does she want to kill my brother with a trouser belt?" He naturally knew that this woman's cultivation was strong, but it was impossible to kill Zimo with this thing, I really don't know what she thought.

"Hehe, what this Taoist friend said is not bad, the word trouser belt is used well, people in the same way, people in the same way, what's the matter, is my brother interesting to Dongfang Qing?"

A disciple of the Sword Sect, who looked to be in his forties, heard Feng Buyan's words not far away, and for a while he felt like he had met a confidant, stepped forward and patted Feng Buyan's shoulder very familiarly.

Feng Buyan secretly glanced at Feng Yanxia, and then coughed lightly, "I am a righteous gentleman, how can I like this kind of demon girl, don't wronged me." ”

When the man saw Feng Buyan's gaze, he thought that Feng Yanxia was her Taoist companion, and he had a clear look, "I understand, I understand!" ”

As soon as the words changed, Feng Buyan said with some concern, "This fellow Daoist, do you think which of the two of them will win?" ”

The monk scratched his head and looked at Zimo and the others, "Although that woman's cultivation is not weak, she has been pressed and beaten by Uncle Xiao from beginning to end, and she can only fight back passively, in my opinion, she can't win." ”

Speaking of this, the look of admiration in Dongfang Qing's eyes swept away, and he turned to disdain, "To put it mildly, what kind of thing is she, she is also worthy of winning our little uncle." ”

As if he were not a good one, he put one foot on the stone in front of him and continued, "Besides, when have you ever seen a mid-stage contemplation monk crush a mid-stage spirit infant monk?" Uncle Xiao, a rare sword sect genius in a hundred years, oh no, a rare genius in ten thousand years, if he loses, it is not normal! ”

"Hehe, Daoist friends are reasonable! I don't say anything in the next seal, I don't know what to call Taoist friends? ”

Feng Buyan touched his chin and said with a very obscene look.

"My name is Mo Duoduo, hehe, you and I have a bit of a similar artistic conception in the name, it's really fate!"

Mo Duoduo also smiled, glanced at Feng Buyan, and then the two of them were like brothers, and they hated each other, and began to hook their shoulders and put their backs there to comment on Dongfang Qing in the sky, full of little hooligan appearance.

For a while, it will be said that this female ass is easy to give birth to, and most of them are sons.

For a while, it will be said that this woman's figure is a little bad, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, like a mallet.

Usually walking is definitely not good-looking, and the upper plate is too heavy, the lower plate is too light, and it is light-headed, so it is bound to be easy to walk and get tired.

After a while, he said that this woman must be a hooligan saying such as "a pair of jade arms and a thousand pillows, and a little red lips and ten thousand tastes".

"You two are endless, if you want to talk out of the distance, don't let me hear here."

Feng Yanxia didn't want to hear it, but the sound of the two of them was eager for everyone in the audience to hear, and she finally couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily.

If it is a normal person, they will definitely shut up and then obediently stop talking, which is also common sense in people's cognition.

But the two of them were obviously not normal people, and they really walked closer to Dongfang Qing in the distance, and continued to comment on her, seeing Feng Yanxia shaking her head and smiling bitterly, extremely helpless.

What made Feng Buyan unexpected was that Dongfang Qing really heard the discussion between the two, and his body shook, and he almost fainted with anger, but the enemy is now, and when he defeats Zimo, he will clean up the two people who are talking nonsense.

She glanced at the place where Feng Buyan and Mo Zhiduo were, her eyes were cold, and then she stabilized her mood, and her figure flashed and flew in mid-air.

"Hehe, the two of us are really geniuses, and we can affect the mood of the spirit infant monk with just one mouth, Uncle Xiao won this battle, how can we also have half of the credit of the two of us."

Mo Duo saw Dongfang Qing's eyes, his body was cold, and he pretended to be calm and said.

"That's, that's!"

Feng Buyan was also uncomfortable when Dongfang Qing saw it, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and replied insincerely.

Besides, Dongfang Qing threw out the purple long silk in his hand, and then stretched it straight.

She was muttering something quickly, and in an instant the purple silk turned into an arc shape, and she held the middle of the silk with her left hand, and made a gesture with her right hand to draw the bow and shoot arrows.

The people below don't understand what Dongfang Qing is doing, do they want to conjure an arrow out of thin air? But the next spell that Dongfang Qing performed also confirmed everyone's conjecture.

"Purple Silk Arrow, destroy the person in front of you!"

She snapped and let go of her right hand, followed by a purple arrow that shot towards Zimo.

When Zimo saw this woman's blow, his face finally showed a hint of caution, and he waved the Sumeru mustard sword in his hand.

"The sword turns into Sumeru, I am a mustard seed, Sumeru is slashed!"

Zimo's voice fell, and the whole person disappeared in an instant, and the Sumeru mustard sword became dozens of zhang long, and what he performed this time was the Sumeru slash of Bai Yunji.

When the purple arrow appeared in front of Zimo, Sumeru also slashed down, landing right on the arrow of the purple arrow.

"Bang!"

A sound like thunder came, and the purple arrows disappeared with it, turning into a fluorescent sky, and although the Sumeru slash was weakened a lot, it still went castrate, falling towards Dongfang Qing in mid-air.

"Senior sister, get out of the way!"

When a man below saw Zimo's blow, his face showed fear, and he hurriedly reminded.

Dongfang Qing knew the power of this blow, because Zimo's attack was still more than three feet away from her, and she felt the terrifying power contained in that blow.

Retracting the purple long silk, Dongfang Qing's figure flickered, and moved more than three feet to the right, Sumeru slashed her clothes and fell, and the mountain rock below was not so lucky, it was hit by Sumeru slash and instantly turned into powder.

Dongfang Qing just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, only to feel that there was a terrifying killing machine above her, and she raised her head only to find that Zimo had appeared in the sky at some point, holding the Sumeru mustard sword in her hand and slashing at her.

The purple long aya appeared in her hand again, she pulled her hands, and the entire long aya straightened up in an instant, blocking the blow of the Sumeru mustard sword, but the huge force made her feel like a lightning strike, her face turned pale and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and she hurriedly flickered her figure and got out of Zimo's attack range.

"What kind of trick was the attack of this son just now, it is so powerful!"

Yin Yang Zi muttered to himself, Dongfang Forgetfulness behind him frowned, he didn't expect this kid to really have some means, but this should not be his limit, otherwise he would not be able to support Gu Xingchen for such a long time.

"Have you ever seen the gap between you and him?"

Baili Changan glanced back at his apprentice Ye Zhiqiu and said.

Ye Zhiqiu clenched his fists, there was a hint of yearning in his eyes, it was also the contemplation period, the gap between himself and Zimo was really very big, it could be said that it was a world of difference, if he was replaced just now, Dongfang Qing would definitely not be able to catch that blow, and he might be killed directly.

Zimo was also a little dissatisfied when he saw that his blow was actually stopped by her, if it was an ordinary spirit infant early stage monk, he would suffer a heavy blow if he didn't die, and this woman was only slightly injured.

"It seems that either her realm is too high, or she has an armor on her body that reduces attacks."

Zimo groaned slightly, thinking so.

In fact, it was normal for him to think so, after all, a genius disciple of any sect did not have one or two talisman treasures.

With a successful blow, Zimo didn't have the habit of pity and cherishing jade, his eyes flashed, and he shouted in a low voice, "I turn Sumeru, the sword is mustard, and the mustard seed is chopped!" ”

Zimo's figure disappeared in an instant, and the Sumeru mustard sword turned into a normal size and was suspended in mid-air.

Everyone was looking around for Zimo's figure, but after looking for a long time, they didn't find where he was.

"This kid is playing tricks again."

Baili Chunqiu raised his head and saw a huge illusory figure in mid-air, that figure was Zimo, and the Sumeru mustard sword seemed to be slowly flying out of his lower abdomen, and he grabbed it in his hand.

Mustard slash fell towards Dongfang Qing on the ground with lightning speed, if this blow is implemented, whether she can stand still is two words.

Dongfang Qing's face showed a trace of hideousness, ten fingers suddenly opened, and ten white balls of light appeared on the tips of the ten fingers, and the ten white balls of light flew in the air and spun rapidly, emitting ten white pillars of light.

The white pillar of light shot towards Zimo, and in mid-air, ten white pillars of light gathered together and turned into a larger pillar of light.

"Boom!"

This blow hit the mustard seed chop, and a loud noise came, and the monks on the mountain in the north felt their bodies shake.

"Yin Yang Transformation Technique!"

Dongfang Qing saw that the two of them had not disappeared when they hit each other, she let out a loud shout, her ten fingers kept twisting, and her vitality sped up towards the pillar of light in mid-air.

After three breaths, she found that the mustard slash and the pillar of light were frozen there for a while.

The people below looked more nervous than the two sides of the battle, and it was the first time that the disciples of the Sword Sect saw Zimo make a move, and he was indeed as powerful as rumored.

The disciples of the Yin Yang Sect were uncertain and looked more nervous than the disciples of the Sword Sect, while Dongfang Wangqing seemed to be very concerned about the battle between Zimo and Dongfang Qing, but in fact, his eyes had been wandering behind Baili Chang'an, as if he was looking for someone, and soon a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that his mustard seed was blocked, Zimo sneered in his heart, and a white shadow flashed away as soon as his mind moved.

"It looks like the winner is about to be revealed!"

Baili Chang'an's eyes below were bright, and he said in a low voice.

"Master, who will win?"

Ye Zhiqiu was about to release his divine sense, wanting to investigate more closely, when he heard the master's words, he quickly cut off his divine sense and asked.

"Zimo."

Baili Chang'an replied categorically, he believed in the vision of the Great Elder, and even more so in Zimo, so he said without a trace of hesitation.

Immediately after that, Baili Chang'an said casually, "Spiritual infant mid-stage monk, if you want to defeat this kid, unless a miracle happens." ”

After this period of observation, he found that Zimo was at ease from beginning to end, without the slightest pressure, and he could even distract his divine sense to investigate in the field, although he didn't know what he was investigating.

One spares no effort, the other is absent-minded, this is the gap, this woman can't beat him.

Out of the corner of his eye, seeing that his apprentice looked a little lonely, Baili Changan sighed lightly, it would be good to let this apprentice suffer some blows, otherwise he would always be above the top, not knowing that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, I am afraid that he will suffer a big loss in the future.

I just hope that this time can stimulate this kid's fighting spirit, and don't slump.

Dongfang Qing, who was struggling to support herself, suddenly felt something strange behind her, and just wanted to turn around, she felt a terrifying killing machine attacking.

She didn't care about the attack from above, cut off the infusion of vitality, and the whole person was about to dodge, but how could Zimo let go of such a good opportunity, and the mustard slash slashed at her mercilessly.

was flanked back and forth, and Dongfang Qing showed a trace of panic on her face.

If you talk about combat experience, how can she compare with Zimo, and the usual exchanges with the disciples of the sect, either her cultivation is low and she can't beat her, or she is deliberately let by her admirers, so she feels that the younger generation of cultivators in the cultivation realm have no one who can do it.

She should be able to enter the top ten on the spirit baby list, but now after the battle with Zimo, she knows that she is sitting in a well and watching the sky, and she has been passive from beginning to end, on the other hand, Zimo has been walking leisurely, this comparison makes her a little unwilling.

When the Mustard Slash and the Remnant Moon Falling Star Sword secretly released by Zimo were about to fall on Dongfang Qing's body, a figure appeared on his side, and with a slight wave, Zimo's attack dissipated into nothingness.

"Boy, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, you win, there is no need to kill people."

That figure was Yin Yang Zi, he saw Zimo's front and back attacks, and knew that if Dongfang Qing didn't fight hard, he would definitely be hit hard.

It's just a competition, and if you lose, you lose, it's not a big deal.

In front of so many fellow practitioners, if this disciple is allowed to die here, they will be embarrassed by the Yin Yang Sect, and he himself will not have the face to see people, and his own disciples will not be able to protect him, so he will be the ancestor of the Yin Yang Sect.

Glancing at the two flying swords in front of Zimo, Yin Yang Zi knew that these two were natal magic weapons, and he was even more afraid of Baili Spring and Autumn.

In his opinion, this son's natal magic weapon must have been given by Baili Chunqiu, and he couldn't get it alone.

If he destroys the Sword Sect this time, he will definitely kill this son and get these two natal magic weapons.

With these two natal magic weapons, it is even more difficult for him to meet an opponent among the monks of the same level.

There are only three of them in the known Shattered Realm cultivators in the Cang Annihilation Continent, if they destroy the Hundred Miles Spring and Autumn this time, then only Li Wendao and him are left, with these two flying swords, he is confident that he can defeat Li Wendao, in this way, who else is his opponent in the entire Cang Annihilation Continent?

Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then with a wave of his hand, Dongfang Qing was sent by him to the place of the Yin Yang Sect, and he himself appeared in front of Dongfang Forgetfulness as if nothing had happened.

Dongfang Qing glanced at Zimo from afar, with a look of humiliation on her face, she didn't expect that she would need the ancestor to save her in the end.

Leng snorted, and lowered his head not knowing what he was thinking.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

"Uncle Zimo is so good!"

"This kid is good, no wonder he can enter the top ten of the spirit infant list in the middle stage of concentrating!"

The disciples of the Sword Sect were extremely excited, as if they had won the battle.

Looking at those who sincerely congratulated him, Zimo also had a strange feeling in his heart.

It was the first time he had felt like this since he stepped into the cultivation realm, if he could, he hoped that the Sword Sect would always be so united, the disciples of the sect would help each other, and there would be less deceit between the monks, at least this would make him feel that he was still alive.

Walking to the place where the Sword Sect was, Baili Changan looked at Zimo with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

Baili Spring and Autumn is extremely relieved, what more can you ask for in vain!

"Sect Master, fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life!"

Zimo clenched his fists and said.

"Well, you kid did a good job, this time the matter is over, the sect will reward you with enough contribution points, and then you can come and go everywhere in the sect at will, and the sect will never treat the disciples who have contributed to the sect."

Baili Changan smiled slightly and said.

Zimo nodded and didn't say anything, he glanced around and found that he didn't see the figure of the second elder and the third sword.

He said to Baili Chunqiu Divine Sense, "Master, why didn't you see the Second Elder?" ”

"He said he was going to inspect the sect to see if there was anything unusual, and he left when you first started fighting."

Baili Chunqiu raised his eyebrows and said casually, as if he didn't care about the second elder.

"I see."

Zimo was silent for a moment and said casually.

He always felt that something was wrong, why did the second elder go to inspect the sect at this time, could it be that he found something? There are other reasons.

"Boy, don't hide after winning a game, Li Chengluo of the Yin and Yang Sect challenges you, do you dare to fight?"

An angry voice came, it was from the Yin Yang Sect.

This person has an ordinary appearance, a slightly bloated figure, sparse eyebrows, and a double chin, and a white robe on him looks a little nondescript, and he is looking at Zimo with angry eyes.

Li Chengluo is the thirty-first monk on the Spirit Infant List, and he is also one of Dongfang Qing's admirers, how could he swallow this breath when he saw the goddess in his heart being bullied like this.

If he defeats this kid, not only will he be able to become famous, but he will also be able to replace him as the tenth place on the Spirit Infant List, and he may be able to get Dongfang Qing's favor, and he will not be able to let go of this opportunity.

Zimo glanced at Li Chengluo, there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in his eyes, and said coldly, "I'm not available." ”