"I have no quarrel with the world, but I have to fight for the rest of my life, you are forced by me today, I Mu Wanfeng should write it down, he will be crying blood one day, and find you to settle it one by one!"

Mu Wanfeng squinted at Lu Qingquan, and said, "Old thing, don't you want me to release people?" ”

"If I lose, it will naturally fall into your hands, if you want to kill, you have to listen to the respect, of course, you have the final say. ”

"If I win, you won't be able to live, and when the time comes, what will it do with you?"

Wen Huayi frowned and reminded: "Lu Daoyou, this son is scheming, and he must not act recklessly. ”

Mu Wanfeng snorted coldly: "Hmph, if you are afraid, then wait for an hour, and I will also release you." ”

Lu Qingquan pondered for a moment, and then said aloud: "Okay, since you can't do your best, I will fulfill you!"

Then he said to Wen Hua and Kong Ye: "Don't interfere with it. ”

Seeing that his mind had been decided, Wen Hua didn't want to say more, otherwise a good person would not be able to do it, and he would lose Lu Qingquan's face and confess to others.

It's just that Kong Ye secretly cursed, this kindness of Lu Qingquan's woman would give up a great opportunity to save a waste.

Scold!

Mu Wanfeng pulled up a thousand jun, pointed at Lu Qingquan in the air, and the whole person was angry with Changhong, shouting: "Come to fight!"

Lu Qingquan stretched out his right hand, and saw the light and shadow in his palm in a trance, and a purple spirit sword suddenly appeared, and the end was sprinkled with dust.

Immediately, he silently triggered the thunder technique, causing the lightning on the spirit sword to flow, adding a bit of solemn aura.

In Mu Wanfeng's cognition, she never waited for the opportunity, and after she made up her mind, she didn't talk nonsense.

He decided to strike first, stepped forward, and attacked Lu Qingquan.

The distance between the two was not too far, and after Mu Wanfeng rose up, it was as if he suddenly appeared in front of Lu Qingquan, and slashed off his head with a heavy sword.

Poop!

Although the gap between the realms of the two is like mud, Lu Qingquan is backhand to resist, and in this first encounter, the two are actually evenly divided, and they both withdraw from a distance.

Lu Qingquan was shocked in his heart, in just one year, Mu Wanfeng had grown to such a point?

Before coming here, Kong Ye said that his cultivation was not what it used to be, and he had to come together to get rid of Mu Wanfeng to ensure that nothing went wrong.

At first he didn't believe it, but when he actually came into contact with it, he couldn't help but not believe it.

Lu Qingquan's spirit sword clenched a little, and looked at Mu Wanfeng on the other side, feeling a little more cautious.

After Mu Wanfeng stabilized his figure, he stepped in the air and jumped up more than ten feet. Immediately afterwards, he turned his head abruptly in the air, kicked his feet again, and swooped towards Lu Qingquan with the help of the falling momentum.

Qianjun is three points heavier than before, how can he not take advantage of such a difference in strength?

Lu Qingquan was in the Purple Mansion Jiuzhong, he thought very highly of himself, and in the face of Mu Wanfeng's attack, he didn't bother to dodge, just waiting for his attack to fall in place.

When Mu Wanfeng was close to him, he suddenly exerted his strength, turned his body, and picked up the spirit sword from the bottom to the top.

Poop!

There was another dull, shocking sound, echoing in the silent sky.

A group of righteous path elders who were watching were all stiff in their bones and weak in their hands and feet.

At this moment, they really understood what it means to hear and see to believing.

After Mu Wanfeng became famous, all kinds of deeds about him, whether in the righteous path or in the cult, were all spread in an uproar, and no one knew about it.

However, such sensational things have always been regarded as false rumors and pure nonsense.

But when I really saw it at this time, I found that it was indeed a little different from the truth. It's just that this difference lies in the rumors, and it also weakened Mu Wanfeng a little.

The strong air waves swayed, causing the surrounding winds to rise, flying sand and rocks, and even the tree stumps next to them were lifted to the ground.

Even with the advantage of a thousand pounds, Mu Wanfeng did not take much advantage from Lu Qingquan's hands, and was once again bounced back into the air by the huge anti-shock force.

And Lu Qingquan touched the ground with both feet and smashed the ground into a pit a few feet deep before removing the force.

He slowly straightened up and stared at Mu Wanfeng, his expression a little heavier.

In fact, he is not as calm as he seems. Qianjun is unmatched in weight, even if he is the ninth weight of the Purple Mansion, he can't take a few moves.

He had just taken his power to the extreme.

But under this blow, his body was already surging with qi and blood, and he almost didn't spit out blood.

This time, Lu Qingquan didn't care about face, and without waiting for Mu Wanfeng to accumulate strength, he moved his body and took the lead in attacking him.

Mu Wanfeng stagnated above, urging the Purple Moon Sword Technique in the heart of the qin, causing Qianjun to immediately be covered with a faint purple glow.

The next moment, he waved a thousand jun again and again, and slashed out more than a dozen sword qi towards Lu Qingquan.

Lu Qingquan still didn't dodge, and swung the spirit sword in his hand to slash left and right, breaking all the sword qi.

After casting the thunder trick, his speed was incredibly fast, and before Mu Wanfeng could slash out the excess sword qi, he came to the front, and with a sword that he tried his best, he slashed towards Mu Wanfeng's face door.

Mu Wanfeng stepped on the moon step, staggered a few points, and gently hooked the corners of his mouth.

This subtle facial expression did not escape Lu Qingquan's eyes, and he couldn't help but bulge in his heart, feeling a little bad. But I can't imagine what is wrong.

Mu Wanfeng turned around, looked at a certain place of Lu Qingquan's spirit sword, and swept over.

Boom!

The confrontation between the two spirit swords was not as powerful as before, swallowing mountains and rivers.

Lu Qingquan's spirit sword lasted less than a moment, and it was broken by Qianjun before it could be offset by any strength.

The spirit sword he used, no matter how bad it was, was the best of the Yellow Order, how could it be so vulnerable?

Fang had just fought with Mu Wanfeng twice, and there had been no problems, but at this time, he was not even as good as Fan Tie, which was too strange.

It stands to reason that even if Qianjun is stronger than Lu Qingquan's spirit sword in terms of grade, it shouldn't be so vulnerable.

However, this gap, under the power of Mu Wanfeng's bloodline, will be infinitely magnified. Of course, this result is also due to calculation.

In terms of his own spiritual power, he is not as good as Lu Qingquan, even if he triggers his bloodline and breaks Lu Qingquan's spiritual sword, he is still weak and can't cause much damage to him.

But if Lu Qingquan's spirit sword was severely damaged in advance, causing it to be overwhelmed before the fight, it would be another matter.

This is still thanks to Xiaomi's mention.

Not long ago, Xiaomi said that his bloodline power is not an accessory to spiritual power, and even if it is used alone, the effect will not be reduced in the slightest.

Mu Wanfeng has always wondered why their racial talent is so strong, whether it is Xiang Xuelan or Xiaomi, or the three-eyed eagle that he has just seen.

And his own bloodline, in comparison, pales in comparison.

After Mi mentioned it, he instantly realized that he just didn't know how to use it.