"Purple Cloud Daogang!"

With Shen Yan's downward slash from the bottom up, the bluestone battle platform was neatly cut by the extended cloud knife, and the purple-red powerful knife Gang Qi swept the torn air like a tornado out of the gate, like countless sparks mixed with a dense needle wind, swallowing towards Chu Mufeng.

This Purple Cloud Knife Gang was so powerful that it turned the evacuated air into a small sharp blade, and in the sparks that shot out, the strong and sharp roar shook many people's eardrums, and the qi and blood surged.

"The power of this knife is really good, I'm afraid that Chu Mufeng will have to be treated strictly!" On the side of Qianfeng Gate, even Yang Xian, the core disciple who had been fighting against Biyun Sect, that is, Zang Ao's former fellow senior brother, looked at Shen Yan's style, and also showed a rare look of appreciation.

And the seventh prince Mo on the throne had a slightly melancholy on his face. This Shen Yan's strength is somewhat unexpected by him, and this fighting tactic is not simple, it is very in line with Shen Yan's own fighting style, I am afraid that while performing this fighting tactic, there will also be a faint blessing for his own strength.

Because Chu Mufeng's mother is the closest sister of Emperor Loulan, Chu Mufeng and some other princes have grown up together since childhood. Although it is said that for the sake of their own interests, or clearly the future succession of the princes, many people are in a good position, resulting in the brotherhood between the princes will be mixed with some dirt, and there will be a situation of intrigue and intrigue openly and secretly. But for Chu Mufeng, a cousin brother, whether it is to win over him who is not weak, leaning to his side, or for the so-called true feelings, Prince Mo has taken care of him over the years.

"Brother Seventh don't worry, with Mu Feng's strength, facing this Shen Yan, although it will be a little troublesome, but the result is undoubted......" The thirteen princes who were sitting next to Mo Qi glanced at Chu Muyun, where the Dan Club was located, for some reason, and said coldly.

Chu Muyun was also paying attention to the situation on the battle platform, but his divine soul power was so keen, comparable to a three-star Dan master.

He sighed softly and turned his head to look at where the thirteen princes were, but he just met the lukewarm gaze. Chu Muyun paused slightly, and then bowed his hand towards the thirteen princes out of politeness.

The thirteen princes smiled at the corner of their mouths, raised the jade wine glass in their hands, and signaled to Chu Muyun, just drink it all......

And at this moment, the sword gang on the battle platform had already annihilated Chu Mufeng.

"Defeat!" Shen Yan attached great importance to this blow, he had already secretly gathered the spiritual power of his whole body in this sword, and even his talent Xuanyuan Technique was gradually unveiled with the swirling of divine pattern symbols.

At the moment when the knife was slashed out, Chu Mufeng's eyes finally became fierce. Not only because he had to take this fight seriously, but more importantly, he felt the strength of the sword from this sword.

His hands condensed the seal in the shadow at a dazzling speed. Everyone just saw that with the condensation of the seal, a white snow and frost as light as a feather suddenly floated on the entire battle platform, and the fire that was torn through the air by the sword gang was gradually annihilated by this silent and unique white snow.

"Ice Escape!"

Chu Mufeng snorted softly, and an indescribable cold current spread upwards from under his feet, and his body suddenly formed ice crystals in the flying snow.

The fierce sword gang qi suddenly split Chu Mufeng's frozen body like a small ice crystal mountain, but it was unbelievable that among the broken and messy ice crystals under the knife gang, there was no Chu Mufeng's body, not even an inch of cloth.

Before Shen Yan, who was frightened, could react, Chu Mufeng's figure appeared behind him strangely, as if he had walked out of a snowflake. His movements were calm, and his expression gradually faded from that solemnity, because he had already seen the result.

"You ......"

Shen Yan was shocked, just before the sound of one word was completely uttered, everyone saw Chu Mufeng leaning out of Bingxuan's hand and gently patting Shen Yan's shoulder, as if to give him a comfort, then Shen Yan is shoulder bone was shattered, and he flew upside down with a painful wail and flew out of the battle platform.

"Agreed, Brother Shen Yan......" Chu Mufeng looked at the embarrassed Shen Yan, and arched his hand at the Biyun Sect.

The seventh prince of Mo also had a smile on his face, and raised his voice: "The first meeting is over...... The winner, Chu Mufeng. ”

Chu Muyun looked at the son Chu Mufeng who was left alone on the battle platform in amazement, and watched this cousin grow up to this point, and he was able to use the mysteries of ice crystals to perform such a strange escape technique, and he felt a little comforted in his heart. At the very least, this is something he can't do at the moment.

"It seems that I am going to work harder...... thinking that my cultivation is more than a cut worse than these Qingyun testers, if I only rely on my current strength to participate in the Qingyun test, I am afraid that I will only be the life of cannon fodder, Chu Muyun smiled bitterly and sighed in his heart.

Although he has now obtained the identity of Qingyun Trial, there is still a lot of difficulty in getting close to the mysterious and powerful Wind and Snow Thorn, let alone finding out the secrets of the past.

However, if he achieves the top three results in the Qingyun test and successfully enters the Qingyun list, which represents glory and yearning, it will be much easier to do things when the time comes, and he will even have the opportunity to meet Loulan Huang......

After Chu Mufeng and Shen Yan fought each other, several battles of meeting friends with martial arts were staged one after another, but relatively speaking, it was still not as exciting as the first one. After all, many of the people here are leaders of one party's forces, and they all have their own pride. If you want to get off the field, you have to see if the opponent is worth it.

"In the next game, I don't know which handsome man will be on stage?"

The voice of the Seventh Prince of Mo came out again, and the little princess who had been bored on the side stretched her waist, showed off her seductive arc, and was about to prepare for the next event, but inadvertently received an 'instruction' from the Thirteenth Prince of Mo.

The little princess lightly locked her willow leaves and blue eyebrows, although she couldn't make her eyes, she could understand the signal given to her by the thirteen princes. She didn't understand why Brother Thirteen wanted to stop her, but there should be a reason. So he puffed out his mouth, and could only sigh reluctantly, and became bored again.

And just when the little princess dispelled the idea of ending, Murong Yu, who was not far away, had empty eyes, as if he was in deep thought, but nodded inexplicably for some reason.

Then, above all the seats, behind the young marshal of the Kou clan, a figure in armor stood up.

The new generation of witches of the Miao clan, who had been expressionless all the time, and his eyes were full of dark voodoo aura, looked at the figure that stood up, looked at Chu Muyun with an unprecedented smile, and said secretly: "It seems that ...... I don't need to make a move, just that guy can make you completely doomed!"

The young man from the Young Marshal Army of the Kou clan stepped onto the battle platform, his gaze swept over everyone like a blade, and finally landed on the seat where the Tsing Yi disciple of the Danhui Pavilion was.

"Seven Shadows, dare to fight......"

Without too much nonsense, the young man chose Chu Muyun straightforwardly.