Ding Sheng was furious, and was about to pounce, but Zhong Wuji on the side stretched out his hand and grabbed him. "Senior Brother Zhong, why do you want to hold me, don't you want to protect this kid too?" Ding Sheng looked at Zhong Wuji in surprise and hesitated.

Zhong Wuji said: "In two days, it will be the night of the full moon, and we will be able to collect the spiritual power of these flowers. Ding Sheng said: "Senior Brother Zhong, look at my memory, is it ...... Could it be that you just let this kid go?" Zhong Wuji raised his eyebrows and smiled ill-willedly: "The surname Long, if you have the guts, go outside the door and have another competition with my junior brother Ding, how about it?" Long Xiaofeng said: "Okay, the venue here is small, and you can just move your muscles and bones outside." Zhong Wuji didn't expect Long Xiaofeng to agree so happily, his face showed joy, and said: "There is a kind, since this is the case, then please!"

Several people came to an open field outside the door, and as soon as they established their heels, Ding Sheng couldn't wait to burst into trouble and slammed his fist at Long Xiaofeng. Long Xiaofeng saw that his punch was strong, and he did not hesitate at the moment, decisively met it, and also punched out. Ding Sheng didn't expect Long Xiaofeng to dare to confront him, and said in his heart: "A few days ago in the Douji Hall, this kid saw my fist, and he didn't dare to take it hard, he just knew that he was blindly wandering and dodging, and at this moment he was bold, very good!"

The two fists collided violently, Ding Sheng only felt a strong force coming from the opponent's fist, and suddenly felt a sharp pain from his hand to his elbow, and he fell backwards involuntarily. This time he fell a foot more than the last time in the Doujitang. Ding Sheng's entire arm was broken with this fall, and he screamed in pain, rolling around on the ground incessantly.

Long Xiaofeng's punch only made fifty percent of his strength, and when he was connected with Ding Sheng's fist, he also took advantage of the situation to collect one percent of his strength, but he didn't expect that the other party still couldn't withstand it. The other people, including Zhong Wuji, were dumbfounded for a while, they didn't expect Long Xiaofeng's skills to improve in just a few days, and the horror in their hearts was beyond words. Zhong Wuji said in his heart: "This kid fought with Senior Brother Ding in the Douji Hall a few days ago, and his spiritual power has only just broken through the Sitting Shadow Realm, how can the power of this punch just now be so powerful, I am afraid that it is at least on the seventh stage of spiritual power, is it ...... Could it be that in just a few days, his spiritual power had increased by more than seven levels?"

Thinking of this, Zhong Wuji was very uneasy in his heart, "I also reached the ninth stage of spiritual power not long ago, and I am afraid that it will take some time to impact the tenth stage of spiritual power, but this kid is good, the progress of spiritual power is so fast, two months later, if this kid also grows to the ninth stage, if I want to defeat him, it will be a little too tricky, it is better to abolish him as soon as possible, so as not to have many dreams at night." Thinking of this, Zhong Wuji sneered: "What a ruthless boy, he is so ruthless and vicious, and he competes with the same sect, can he hurt people's muscles and bones with such a shot?" As a senior brother, if you don't give you some color today, you will be even more lawless in the future." ”

"Didn't you promise me that you would wait two months before you would fight with me? Zhong Wuji said: "I promised to compete with you in two months, but now that you have violated the door rules, as a senior brother, I have the right to deal with you according to the door rules." These are two different things, look at the move!" After speaking, without saying anything, he struck at the door of Long Xiaofeng's face with a fist.

Long Xiaofeng saw that there was a faint purple qi in his palm, and before his palm hit his face, he felt a suffocation, knowing that his palm was extraordinary, and he didn't dare to be careless, so he hurriedly stretched out his arm to block his thunderous blow. Zhong Wuji saw that Long Xiaofeng dared to stretch out his arms and take it hard, and said in his heart: "This palm must break your tendons and fractures." There was no hesitation at the moment, and he slammed his palm.

However, just as the palm of his hand was connected with Long Xiaofeng's arm, Zhong Wuji suddenly felt that the fierce force on his arm instantly disappeared into invisibility, as if a palm had smashed on cotton, he couldn't help but be taken aback, and was about to withdraw his palm power, only to feel a strong traction, and his body involuntarily made a sharp spin and fell forward. Zhong Wuji saw that he was about to fall to the ground, and hurriedly stretched out his feet on the ground to support himself, wanting to jump up with his strength, but the force of the forward rush was too huge, and the spiritual power on his body seemed to have been reduced by half.

Several onlookers saw Zhong Wuji fall to the ground, and they all exclaimed together. Zhong Wuji got up, his dusty face was iron-blue, he was furious, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Stinky boy, you won't die well today." Suddenly, there was a loud roar, and a virtual shadow of a hibiscus flower about two feet long suddenly appeared above his head.

Zhong Wuji pointed his finger up a little, and the hibiscus flowers rose to the sky, and the whole flower was shrouded in purple glow, and the petals opened and closed suddenly, and they increased by more than seven or eight inches out of thin air, and suddenly the purple qi skyrocketed, and the hibiscus flowers and leaves shot out one after another, stabbing towards Long Xiaofeng like a sharp dagger.

"Senior Brother Zhong's spirit god already has such super mana, it seems that it is enough for this kid to drink a pot. "A bystander.

"Boy, if you want to die, get down on your knees and beg for mercy!" said another bystander.

Long Xiaofeng saw that the leaves were glowing with purple light, pouring down to the top of his head, and without hesitation, he pointed out with ten fingers in both hands, and the finger wind knife formed by spiritual power instantly chopped the hibiscus flowers and leaves flying overhead, as if a rain of flowers fell from the sky.

"In a few days, this kid has practiced the intermediate fighting skills of Qiansi Vine, and sure enough, the evil sect, you see that his wind blade knife is strong, and the spiritual power on his body is also very thick!"

"Yes, this kid didn't summon the spirit god, but he tied with Senior Brother Zhong who had the help of the spirit god, it's really not simple. ”

"Senior Brother Zhong continues to fight like this, the loss of spiritual power will inevitably be huge, if you can't win quickly, I'm afraid of ......"

The few people who came with Zhong Wuji kept whispering on the side, and their faces showed terrified looks. At this time, driven by the vortex of spiritual energy in his body, the spiritual power on his body not only did not decrease, but increased the momentum, and one after another pointed winds rose into the sky, stirring the hibiscus petals into scattered scatters.

Zhong Wuji's spiritual power has been attenuated by half at this moment, seeing that he is unable to win, he is anxious and angry, and hurriedly pulls out the wooden sword he carries from behind him, and pulls a trick, the wooden sword rises into the sky, rising into the air, the purple light on the blade of the sword is shining, and there is a blood qi swimming on it. With the purple qi on the wooden sword, Zhong Wuji's Spirit God Hibiscus Flower suddenly turned into a huge flower wheel at the same time, the blades rotated rapidly, and the petals turned into sharp blades that were a few feet long, covering the top of Long Xiaofeng's head.

"Purple Electric Qiankun Sword!" Zhong Wuji roared, and the wooden sword followed the spinning flower wheel and stabbed down on the top of Long Xiaofeng's head. Long Xiaofeng could clearly feel the huge threat from above his head, and the spiritual energy in his right palm spit out, and there was already an extra embroidered gold curtain knife in his hand. Long Xiaofeng slashed in his hand, and the spiritual power on his body quickly surged to his right arm, and he rose up with all his strength to slash down at the hibiscus flower and the long sword above his head.

With a loud bang, Zhong Wuji's spirit god hibiscus flower instantly disappeared, and the wooden sword received this heavy blow, flying out diagonally in the buzzing sound, inserting it into the ground, and the sword body trembled. At the same time, under this blow, all the spiritual power on Zhong Wuji's body was exhausted, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he sat down on the ground.

Long Xiaofeng's left hand was slightly Yang, and a golden blade stabbed towards Zhong Wuji. Zhong Wuji's spiritual power was exhausted, and he was no longer able to resist the sharp blade that stabbed him, and seeing the sharp blade stabbing towards the center of his eyebrows, he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

Long Xiaofeng was very ruthless in his heart, and he had the intention of taking his life, but he was afraid that killing Zhong Wuji would bring a lot of inconvenience to himself, so the long sword formed by the golden magic pestle did not fall from Zhong Wuji's eyebrows, but only stopped at the center of his eyebrows. After a long time, Zhong Wuji only felt that his face was cold, and he couldn't help but open his eyes to see a golden sword stop at the center of his eyebrows, piercing his eyes with severe pain.

Long Xiaofeng saw that this arrogant person, who had always been flying and domineering, was unable to move by himself, and he only felt indescribable happiness in his heart, and said angrily: "The surname Zhong, if you want to live, kneel down now, kowtow to the master three times, and slap yourself three times, and I will let you go." ”

Zhong Wuji hated it in his heart, but the stinging pain between his eyebrows made him dizzy, where did he dare to resist, he just gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, his whole face turned red and turned into the color of pig liver.

The few people who were watching were speechless for a while, and they were all stunned, and they all had a question in their hearts: "Will he kill Senior Brother Zhong?"

Just as he was at a stalemate, suddenly a red light flew like a lightning flash, crashing into the golden long sword at the center of Zhong Wuji's eyebrows. Long Xiaofeng suddenly felt a strong impact on the spiritual power outside his body, so the spiritual energy vortex in his body took advantage of the momentum, driving the spiritual power outside the body, and turning this huge impact force away.

When Long Xiaofeng was slightly surprised, there were three more figures in front of him, all three of them were dressed in green clothes, very old, among them was a woman, although her face was full of wrinkles, but her appearance was clear, and there was an awe-inspiring majesty in her peaceful complexion, she was holding a red peony in her hand, and her eyes looking at Long Xiaofeng revealed a trace of surprise that was difficult to hide. The other two old men were very tall, with white eyebrows and white beards, and their bodies exuded an elegant and calm air, just like the elderly woman in front of them, and they knew at a glance that they were advanced cultivators.