Ruan Hongyu shook the spirit sword in his hand, and said lightly: "If you have any tricks, use them, if I make the first move, it will be a bully......

For this kind of person, Mu Ziqi didn't want to answer the call, so he took out seven spirit swords from the storage ring and threw them into the air.

Then, he pinched again and again, stepped on his feet, and said something in his mouth.

"Dantian is the yellow court, living in the body, for the Tiangang gas, in fact, the name is called the yellow gas, the change in the heart, this trick is extraordinary, in the middle and in the middle, in the yellow gas, that is, their own Tiangang is also ......"

In a few moments, seven spirit swords floated above his head, emitting a humming sound and emitting a powerful qi force.

"Throat ~ Seven Star Sword Technique? It's a little interesting. Ruan Hongyu said: "I just don't know how much power you can exert?"

Mu Ziqi snorted, pointed at the sword, shook his finger at Ruan Hongyu, and shouted: "Go!"

The seven spirit swords turned into seven rainbow lights, and galloped towards Ruan Hongyu, a distance of about ten zhang, in an instant.

Boom!

After Ruan Hongyu blocked a sword, his face immediately changed, and he didn't dare to hold it up again, so he turned around and retreated.

In an instant, the spiritual power around his body surged out, leaning on the spirit sword in his hand, and wielding a sword qi, like a long rainbow training, glowing ten thousand ways.

"Top-grade spirit sword?"

Mu Wanfeng was slightly surprised, the top-grade spirit swords are all the spiritual weapons that the peak master Wan Beichen has the strength to have, and it is difficult for ordinary elders to get one.

It is conceivable how favored this Ruan Hongyu is in Lingxiao Pavilion.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. For monks, spiritual weapons are sharp weapons.

Ordinary spiritual weapons can only exert the strength of the monk himself, low-grade spiritual weapons can exert twice the strength, medium-grade spiritual weapons can exert three to five times the strength, and high-grade spiritual weapons can exert about ten times stronger than themselves.

As for the best spiritual weapon, it can greatly strengthen the monk's attack, which is a hundred times stronger than his own strength.

Of course, even if a Jindan stage monk can obtain a top-grade spiritual weapon, without the strength to match it, he can at most exert more than ten times the power based on himself.

Vice versa, if a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator only uses a low-grade spiritual weapon, he will not be able to exert his full strength, and he will even be destroyed because the spiritual weapon cannot withstand the powerful spiritual power.

After that ray of light was swung out, the powerful energy instantly dispersed the remaining six spirit swords that were galloping over.

The Seven Star Gang steps of the Mu Zi period accelerated again, and all the spiritual power of the whole body was infused into the seven spiritual swords that flew back.

"Broken!"

With a loud shout, the spirit sword descended from the sky like a divine might, attacking Ruan Hongyu from seven different directions according to a special trajectory.

Ruan Hongyu frowned, and after snorting coldly, his body actually spun in place, turning into an afterimage in an instant.

"The wind is strong, the wind is tornailing!"

A voice sounded from the afterimage, and as Ruan Hongyu rotated, a tornado rose flat, like a wild dragon roaring in the sky.

The seven spirit swords were also carried high into the air by the tornado, and the qi engines in them were crushed by the wind, and they lost contact with Mu Ziqi.

Oooooooo......oo

After the tornado dissipated, the seven spirit swords dimmed in light, and all of them fell to the ground in no particular order.

"In the face of absolute strength, all struggles are useless, you admit defeat, or if you have any other tricks, you can try again, hahaha......"

Ruan Hongyu stood proudly on the spot, laughing wildly, and in the open palm, there was a cyclone, in which the breeze that drifted from time to time fluttered and flew with his hair.

The Seven-Star Sword Technique was the strongest strength that Mu Ziqi could play, but it was easily broken by others, and he also had a deep sense of powerlessness.

Mu Wanfeng rolled her eyes, she still has absolute strength, there is really no tiger in the mountains, and the monkey is the king!

"Senior Brother Mu, husband fights, courage too! If there is a bird, what do you want? He doesn't dare to kill you, beat him!"

Just when Mu Ziqi was depressed, he heard the angry shouts from the audience, and he couldn't help but be stunned and look for prestige.

I saw that in the crowd, Mu Wanfeng was looking at himself with anger on his face, hating iron, he smiled bitterly, he was taught a lesson by his junior brother.

But then he laughed, swept away the previous haze, and was actually affected by Ruan Hongyu's words just now.

If you really admit defeat, it will be difficult to move forward in the future, and even if you make progress, I am afraid that your achievements will be limited.

Mu Ziqi's face showed perseverance and ruthlessness, even if he failed, he would bite off a piece of meat from the other party.

At this point, one of the few beautiful sons in Kaiyang Peak, under the influence of Mu Wanfeng, has become a mad dog like him.

Ruan Hongyu's face collapsed instantly, staring at Mu Wanfeng in the crowd, and the ruthless color flashed away.

In the competition just now, did this Mu Wanfeng win? He actually came over to stir up his own game.

It is really unreasonable to win easily, and then enjoy the worship of everyone in the infinite scenery, but it is ruined by a word from this bastard.

But it's okay, let him bounce a little longer, and when the time comes, he will personally clean him up, and he will definitely let him survive and die!

Retracting his gaze, Ruan Hongyu also lost his patience and became a little irritable.

The seven spirit swords on the ground had been pulled back by Mu Ziqi's qi engine, and the seven-star sword technique was activated again.

As if he felt something, this time the Seven Star Sword Technique was extremely smooth, with an indomitable momentum, which made Mu Ziqi extremely excited.

The next moment, Mu Ziqi moved, followed by the seven spirit swords towards Ruan Hongyu together, and galloped away.

"You're going to rush up yourself, it's no wonder I'm going to do it!" Ruan Hongyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he shouted: "The west wind is falling leaves!"

As soon as his voice fell, he looked at Mu Ziqi who was rushing towards him, and knocked out the whirlwind cyclone in his hand.

The whirlwind cyclone instantly became thousands of times larger, forming a wind cone, which rolled up dust and flew in an instant, pointing directly to the Muzi period.

Mu Ziqi did not avoid it, but pointed to the duel and pinched, and the seven spirit swords were lined up and stabbed against the wind cone.

With the force of tearing, the wind cone cyclone knocked the first spirit sword upside down, and castrated unabated, followed by the second and third......

It wasn't until all seven spirit swords were thrown away that the wind cone cyclone was only weakened by a small half.

Mu Ziqi looked at the wind that was close at hand, his brows didn't wrinkle, and his body moved with the sword, as if he had turned into a spirit sword, and plunged into it.

The audience exclaimed, no one expected that he would be so desperate.

"Look for death!" Ruan Hongyu said coldly.

Just when Ruan Hongyu thought that his victory was timed, the seven spirit swords that flew out suddenly straightened and attacked him again.

Ruan Hongyu's pupils shrank, and his body retreated while splitting the galloping spirit sword, and he was inexplicably surprised in his heart.

He felt the power of the spirit sword, which was a few points stronger than it.

While Ruan Hongyu was distracted to resist, a figure suddenly jumped out of the tail of the wind cone, turned into a streamer, and stabbed him in the chest.

"How daring!"

Ruan Hongyu shouted violently, hurriedly used his spiritual power to resist, and after picking up Mu Ziqi's spirit sword, he also stabbed it with a sword.

Mu Ziqi only opened a little sideways, avoiding the vital point, and after being pierced by it, his brows did not wrinkle, and his left hand was like an iron tong, dragging Ruan Hongyu's spirit sword body to death.

And his right hand swung the spirit sword again, slashing at Ruan Hongyu's left shoulder.

Ruan Hongyu was shocked, abandoned the spirit sword and retreated, Rao is so, his left shoulder to his chest, there is still a shallow cut by the spirit sword.

Mu Ziqi was in the whirlpool of the storm just now, his robe was torn to tatters, and only a fig leaf was left in the secret place.

The body and face are full of dense wounds, the flesh and blood are blurred, and it looks extremely hideous, which makes people shudder.

Jingle Bell~

He pulled out the spirit sword on his chest, threw it on the ground, and suddenly stepped out with his front foot, so frightened that Ruan Hongyu actually took a step back.

Ruan Hongyu was intimidated by his momentum, and only for a moment, and then became angry.

Mu Ziqi took two tricks from him, he was already seriously injured, but he was frightened, how could he keep his face?

Just when he wanted to make a move, Mu Ziqi's body shook and he fell to the ring with a bang.

Ruan Hongyu looked at Mu Ziqi who fell to the ground, his face was cloudy, and he was trembling with anger.

If it were to be in a different place, he would definitely crush his bones and scatter ashes to vent the hatred in his heart, but he would not be able to do it in public.

Seeing this, the ruling elder immediately rushed to Mu Ziqi's side, and when he found that he had not hurt the vital point and did not endanger his life, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Elder, it's time to declare victory!"

Although he was dissatisfied with Ruan Hongyu's attitude, after all, the ruling elder still said in a loud voice: "Lingxiao Pavilion Ruan Hongyu wins!"

Ruan Hongyu snorted, pinched his sword fingers to recall his spirit sword, looked at the wound on his chest, and walked out of the ring without saying a word, completely losing his original arrogance.

Mu Wanfeng looked at the attitude of his elders, and expected that Mu Ziqi's injuries were not fatal, and there was nothing to worry about.

"Brother Hua, let's go. ”

"Uh...... Brother Feng, he's working so hard, isn't it because of your words that you won't go over and take a look?" Hua Feng rolled her eyes.

Mu Wanfeng waved his hand and said, "With Kaiyang Peak's senior brother here, what am I going to do? Besides, what position should I take to go over? Visit or sympathize?"

Hua Feng stopped talking, it was precisely because of the arrogance in his heart that Mu Ziqi would fight so hard, and he had to bite Ruan Hongyu a bite.

How could he care about other people's visits, he would only lick his wounds silently, wait for a comeback, and then get involved in starting over.

After separating from Hua Feng, Mu Wanfeng returned to Kaiyang Peak alone.

The strength shown by Ruan Hongyu still put a lot of pressure on him, especially Ruan Hongyu didn't seem to do his best.

With his current injured state, if he encounters a strong person like Ruan Hongyu, even if he uses the Qianshan Jue and Yuebu, the probability of winning will not be too high.

Besides, since refining the spirit sword for Xiang Xuelan and Han Rou, due to lack of time, except for the heavy sword Qianjun, he has never refined a spirit weapon for himself.

It's very simple, how could a person who can refine a top-grade spiritual weapon refine a low-level spiritual weapon for his own use?