"Demon Sword Red Refining Star Luo, Zhen Haiqing, Thousand Golden Scattered ......" Everyone counted the swords hanging around Mu Yuncheng, but most of them were unknown.

"It's the Marquis of the clouds! He's the real Marquis of the clouds!" shouted from the crowd, and the entire Sanjiangpu suddenly became noisy.

Two clouds in the Hou, the one in front must be fake!

The three elders of the Sword Saint glanced at each other, and also nodded, the young man in front of him, who was upright, should be the real Mu Yuncheng.

"Who are you to pretend to be me here to make trouble?" As he spoke, the fourteenth sword appeared in the air, and it turned out to be Chu Qingxian's saber Taiyi Dragon Pattern!

"Chu Sword Saint's sword!" Rao is Xie Yuanting was shocked when he first saw this sword, but he was also calm for a moment. For the young man in front of him, there are too many secrets and miracles in him, and with just these dozen or so swords, he is unparalleled in the world. Whether it is virtue or cultivation, he is enough to be qualified for the position of Sword Saint.

No one present answered Mu Yuncheng's question, but Li Shiyun held the sword in front of him with one hand, and asked for his order to fight Mu Yuncheng.

Xuan Ming Gong stretched out his hand to stop him behind him, and only said lightly: "You are not his opponent, and I need to personally take the credit for this great achievement." As he spoke, his body was blurred, and he appeared behind Mu Yuncheng in the blink of an eye.

A poisonous dragon probes the sea, surrounded by black breath between the five fingers, and there is a long tail of blood light like a meteor between the waves, which is more like five blood marks scratched out of thin air.

Not to mention the Five Qi Realm, just the fourteen divine weapons that surrounded Mu Yuncheng's body couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

The eight spirit swords suddenly dispersed, and the true qi of the protective body instantly converged to a point, and in an instant, the infinite sword qi was like a wild dragon surging out of the sea, and then looking at the one-handed seal of Xuan Ming Gong, a huge blue vortex suddenly appeared in front of him, and there was a faint thing in the shape of a divine whale swimming back and forth. This vast sword qi poured into the whirlpool for a while, and it was all absorbed, and no trace could be found.

Mo Yiyue was secretly surprised when she saw this, she couldn't imagine that this person's whale sucking magic skills had actually been practiced to the transformation realm, and she was afraid that all the internal skills in the world would not be able to hurt him. The so-called Qi Imperial Sword relies on nothing more than internal cultivation, Mu Yuncheng's Tianxiao Six Swords are not as pure as Mu Bufan's, if he can't turn the void into reality, he will break through a little more at the existing level, even if he uses the Tianxiao Six Swords, he can't help Xuan Minggong.

Mu Yuncheng's eyebrows were not raised, and there was a sharper look in his eyes. The Taiyi dragon pattern sword in his hand turned, and he cast the Fulong out of the water, surging, and a sword light under his body suddenly appeared, instantly enveloping Xuan Ming Gong, and then countless sword shadows attacked Xuan Ming Gong from all directions, he carried a single palm, and the true qi of the protective body immediately turned into a bell-shaped light shield to protect his body, and then a true balloon that gathered strong internal force was instantly condensed in the palm of his hand. In the blink of an eye, it is the size of a human head.

He clasped his palm and slammed it to the ground, and a poisonous wind formed by black true qi instantly swept around like a tidal wave.

The demon sword Red Refining Xingluo and the ghost sword Huangquan Lu suddenly scrambled out, inserting an inch in front of Mu Yuncheng's feet, only to see two rays of light, one red and one yellow, rising from the ground like a spear piercing the sky, forming an enchantment to block the poisonous gas from impacting Mu Yuncheng. For a while, there were four swords, including Cangyun, Zhen Soul, Qianjin San, and Zhen Haiqing, which shot at the four corners of the high platform, as if forming a sword formation, blocking the poisonous gas on the high platform.

There were also people in the audience who couldn't dodge, and were corrupted and eroded by the residual poisonous gas, and their skin and flesh were scattered in an instant, their bones and tendons were broken, and they were reduced to a pile of black blood.

This trick is poisonous whale breath, which is based on the whale's comprehension of the waste poisonous gas in the body. After absorbing a large amount of internal force, Xuan Ming Gong naturally needs extremely explosive moves to dissolve these internal forces in order to achieve the effect of borrowing force.

"Damn!" Mo Yiyue wanted to use the Phantom Ryo to help Mu Yuncheng, but judging from the current situation, Mu Yuncheng was not weak in the duel on the high platform, and he was lurking in the crowd, and he had to observe whether there were other hidden dangers here.

The poisonous gas that was intended to disperse was blocked by the four swords on the high platform, and the old man among the seven was worried that the poisonous whale would hurt him. He stretched out the sleeves of his robe and collected all the poisonous mist in his sleeves, and he didn't know what kind of mystery he had in his sleeves, which could suck all the poisonous gases on the huge platform.

"Don't worry, Master, this poisonous whale can't hurt me. But if you don't accept this poisonous gas, the first thing to poison must be those three old thieves. Di Jing smiled slightly, his gaze turned to the Third Elder of the Sword Saint, and there was untold contempt and mockery in his eyes.

Now that he has met the real Marquis in the clouds, he doesn't have to pretend anymore.

"I am fortunate to see the real Yunzhonghou today, which can be regarded as an eye-opener!" he meant what he meant sincerely, but his tone was slightly proud, as if he was provoking. And his slightly raised eyebrows are like the proud willow leaves in February, and the slowly raised lips are more like the conceited water chestnuts in August.

"You are the little waste of that Youzhou, the demon clan has no sun, Emperor Jing?" Mu Yuncheng was naturally not polite, and poked at Emperor Jing's sore spot every sentence. As soon as these words came out, there were sudden boos. It's not just a mockery of Di Jing, it's more a surprise at his identity!

It turned out that he was Youzhou Wurihou! No wonder there were so many masters with him.

The three elders of the Sword Saint also looked at each other, and this name was naturally familiar to them.

If Mu Yuncheng's words had come out of someone else's mouth, Di Jing, who had always been arrogant, would have already gone berserk. But the person who said this was Mu Yuncheng, and the situation was very different, and after a moment of silence, he gladly accepted such ridicule. And nodded stubbornly at Mu Yuncheng, more out of confusion that he didn't know how to answer.

He had already heard all of Mu Yuncheng's deeds, and his admiration for this peer in his heart could be described as a five-body throw. Now, relying on his father's power, he made up a plan to pretend to be the identity of the Marquis of Yunzhong to provoke disputes within the dynasty, in fact, he wanted to run out to meet this legendary character face to face.

And he really didn't let himself down, he was able to match his master within two moves, and this alone can be called a first-class master of the Great Wilderness!

"Master, I want you to capture him alive, preferably without hurting him!" he then instructed Xuan Ming Gong behind Mu Yuncheng.

Is this person really unable to understand the situation at this moment? The Third Elder of the Sword Saint slightly felt that this person was a little off the line, and Xuan Ming Gong couldn't hurt Mu Yuncheng, let alone want to capture him alive without hurting him.

"Don't talk nonsense! With me, none of you can leave today!" Mu Yuncheng tilted his head sideways, and the corner of his eye was as sharp as a sword. Fourteen swords plunged into his left and right platforms, emitting a sky-high light.

The shuddering crowd retreated to the back again, and no one stood under the high platform. Only Emperor Jing Wenyan had inexplicable excitement and excitement on his face, in the past, his grandfather had the Great Wilderness Sword Saint Mu Wuwu as a toy, and he had been playing in Youzhou for seventeen years, and now he met his descendants, this must be God's arrangement, and it is the fate of the descendants of the Mu family!