Then he took a step forward, showed a smile (jiān), and said in a low voice: "By the way, I will tell you again, I only took a fancy to Bixuan (shēn) for hers, not to wear your broken shoes, and it won't be too long after we get married, I will send her to the underworld to party with you." ”

After speaking, a cold light emitted from his hand, and it flew towards Luo Yan with a murderous aura, and the space trembled where he passed, and the void shattered.

At the moment when the cold light appeared, the overwhelming murderous aura also filled the entire challenge area, and the sword qi opened by (dàng) was even closer to the monks, all releasing a protective light film to resist the overflowing killing intent.

And his last sentence undoubtedly angered Luo Yan, which made Luo Yan more determined to get rid of this scum before he started.

After glancing at Mao Ming's long sword, he judged that it should be a god-level magic weapon, and its original (shēn) power should not be weaker than his Qiankun Liuyun Sword, which fused with the bones of the Dark Spirit Slashing Sea Beast.

Luo Yan, who was in the center of the murderous qi at this time, continuously released the Nine Dragons Thunder Shield and Body Protective Light Film, Xuan Tortoise Shell and Qi Lei Black Armor, and he triggered all these four protections in one go, leaving only the last golden scale holy light not released.

He then placed the giant sword in his hand in front of (xiōng), and the (shēn) form retreated with the cold air, giving people a feeling of invincibility.

Mao Ming saw that although this style repelled Luo Yan, but did not kill him, he was also a little surprised in his heart, and then immediately urged the long sword with both arms, poured the true qi into it, and followed with a sword again, the power was a little higher than before, and there was a sound of breaking the air.

Tens of thousands of blue rays of light bloomed on the speeding long sword, forming a blue sea in the sky, submerging Luo Yan again.

Bi Xuan was terrified, although she knew that Luo Yan had some means, but she didn't expect that Mao Ming would be a god-level weapon as soon as she made a move, and she was so vicious.

Bi Zhentian and Queen Qinghe looked at the situation on the field, although they were also a little surprised, but they did not show too much surprise.

The couple watched their son's performance and Luo Yan's difficult support of the god (qíng), and their faces were full of smug smiles, and the Yuyou King seemed to have seen his domination of the world.

All the monks on the school ground basically thought that the fifth on the Tiger List actually went to challenge the tenth on the Dragon List, and Luo Yan was a reckless act of looking for death and committing suicide, and most of them began to shake their heads and sigh.

Facing Mao Ming, who was like a rainbow, Luo Yan took a step back again, unhurriedly raised the giant sword in his hand, and after drawing a tricky arc in front of (shēn), he avoided the edge of the incoming sword, and also sent out a golden light to slash at Mao Ming's outstretched arm.

This seemingly random move, in fact, with his years of combat experience, accurately perceived the opponent's loopholes before stabbing out, and the long sword dissolved the murderous aura that rushed in with a move of four or two thousand catties.

Mao Ming saw the golden light slashing towards his arm, and hurriedly turned the long sword in his hand outward, and the cyan sword body slammed into the golden giant sword, forming a dazzling spot of light.

The sword qi of the (dàng) opened spread out to the periphery, and the monks who were closer were once again forced to retreat by (bī).

Go.

Then Mao Ming's sword blade turned, and once again emitted a majestic sword qi, devouring everything and attacking Luo Yan.

I have to admit that Mao Ming's strength is much higher than that of ordinary mid-stage cultivators, and the sword momentum changes very quickly, and the strong true qi makes him fearless.

He used all his strength with every sword, the sword was fierce, and he wanted to kill Luo Yan with all his moves.

Luo Yan looked at the oncoming cyan cold light, (shēn) body turned into a four-winged shadow dragon sparrow, gave full play to the advantage of the way of speed, no longer fought hard with him, and began to fight dexterously.

The many monks present only saw a dragon bird phantom, flying around Mao Ming at a high speed in the air, and a golden light lit up from time to time on (shēn), (shè) towards the weak point of Mao Ming's defense.

Mao Ming snorted coldly in his mouth, and said disdainfully: "The carving insect skill also dares to take it out to show ugliness." ”

Then he took out a flame from his bosom and threw it into the air, instantly turning into a raging sea of fire in the void.

Bi Zhentian looked at the flames, and read with some surprise: "Eternal Fire, King Yuyou even gave this to Mao Ming. ”

"Is this fire very strong?" asked Bi Xuan nervously on the side.

Queen Qinghe said: "According to legend, in ancient times, there was a great battle in the fairy world, and a demon god who was proficient in fire (xìng) was besieged by dozens of heavenly gods, and finally blew up Yuan Ying and killed all the besiegers.

But its demon core also fell into the world in that war, burning for tens of thousands of years, and finally under the warmth of the essence of heaven and earth, the scope of burning gradually shrank, and the flame became more and more pure, and finally condensed into this small mass after shrinking, turning into an eternal flame that will never be extinguished, and it formed today's eternal fire. ”

"This fire can burn everything, the monk of the Merge Period (ròu) (shēn) can be burned by it, and the soul can be burned by it, don't you say it's powerful?"

When Bi Xuan heard this, she said even more anxiously: "Isn't Mubei unable to resist?"

Bi Zhentian said: "That's not necessarily, you see that he hasn't fled now, he must have his own means to save his life." ”

Bi Zhentian broke the dream man with a word.

The so-called concern is chaotic, Bi Xuan was nervous for a while, ignoring that Luo Yan was not an ordinary monk, and his weird methods could be described as endless.

"That's natural, he has a lot of magical powers!" she said confidently when she heard her father's judgment.

At this time, Luo Yan in the battle only felt that the temperature of his body surface had risen rapidly, and it had almost reached the limit of the current (shēn) body, so he immediately took out the Jade Spiral Pagoda and covered it outside his body, and put on a coat made of ice crystal snow silkworm shells, and the temperature on the surface of his body eased slightly.

Then he took out the Vientiane Stone and placed it in the air, emitting a golden light to ward off the attack of the eternal fire.

Mao Ming saw Luo Yan put the two magic weapons in the air at once, and said: "Little mid-stage cultivator, I see how big your divine sense can be, how much true qi can you have, and how much magic can you support?

After saying that, he took out a black tombstone and urged it

Countless clouds of black gas flew out from inside, accompanied by bursts of crying, and flew towards Luo Yan.

Seeing that the black qi was approaching, Luo Yan pinched the magic formula in his hand, and spit out the word "Mu" in the eight-character mantra in his mouth.

Strange golden runes flew out of his mouth, turning into clouds of hurricanes and heading towards the black air.

The black gas seemed to be a little afraid of the hurricane, and began to stop after flying halfway, and the black gas behind it retreated into the tombstone.

A cold light flashed in Mao Ming's eyes, and he slapped the black tombstone in front of him fiercely, and a cloud of black gas with a diameter of three zhang (bī) came out from it.

Unlike before, the silhouette of a skeleton was faintly visible in this black gas, and after it glanced at the hurricane, it flew towards the hurricane with its mouth wide open and swallowed it into its belly.

Seeing that the hurricane was a little invincible, Luo Yan raised his sword and slashed his palm, spilling a wisp of blood.

After the hurricane was blessed by Luo Yan's blood, the golden runes on the surface suddenly brightened a lot, and several strands turned into one, forming a giant dragon with golden spots, and the black qi that rolled out and spiraled up into the sky.

Mao Ming saw that he still failed to hurt Luo Yan, and his heart was even more dissatisfied, seeing that he was driving the dragon, so he waved the long sword in his hand and quickly slashed over.

At this time, Luo Yan was pinching the magic trick in his hand, spitting out runes, dealing with the black qi, and seeing the cyan long sword killing, he had to separate a wisp of divine thought to control the Qiankun Liuyun Sword to deal with it. The (shēn) shape continues to fly around in the form of a dragon sparrow.

After a few rounds, Mao Ming took out another venerable magic weapon, blowing a billowing wind from it, and after mixing it with the fire, the fire borrowed the wind, and the wind borrowed the power of the fire, forming a terrifying death zone, and for a while, the entire school field was shrouded in fire.

Luo Yan instantly felt the temperature on the surface of his body rise again, and there was a faint burning pain.

He urged the True Qi again, injected it into several layers of protection, and then took out the three-legged tripod and stood in front of the Saint Venerable, absorbing the wind blowing from inside.

There are indeed a lot of magic weapons on Mao Ming (shēn), and after he released the Sage Venerable, he took out a cyan bottle again, and from it emitted a green light like a steel needle, and the power was also very huge.

Luo Yan had no choice but to take out the carved jade ruyi under the quilt (bī), forming a barrier to confront the cyan bottle.

The monks watching the battle on the school field opened their eyes this time, and there were eight magic weapons fighting in the sky in a challenge, which is really rare.

In the blink of an eye, the battle between the two has lasted for two hours, and the winner has not yet been decided, and the gray-robed old man who ranked first on the tiger list and the woman in red who ranked second on the tiger list both sighed to themselves in their hearts, glad that Luo Yan did not choose himself in the previous challenge.

The hand on the stone table has its fingers embedded in the table, and the other hand hangs down next to the shēn, clenched into a fist.

Bi Zhentian sat on the golden platform with a smile on his face, and was slowly drinking a cup of spiritual tea at this time.