Mu Wanfeng just took a step, as if she remembered something, and turned around again.

"Uncle Xuanjing, I'm going. ”

Xuanjing was slightly surprised, and before he could react, Mu Wanfeng had already taken three or two steps to the ring.

It took a long time for her to come back to her senses, and she had a strange feeling in her heart.

At that moment just now, she actually felt a sense of relief that she was accepted by this unruly guy.

Although Xuanjing is reluctant to admit it, she has begun to like this guy.

For convenience, after yesterday's competition, the rest of the rings of Tianquan Peak have been dismantled, and only a big ring in the center remains.

Mu Wanfeng stood still in the ring, staring at the snow on the opposite side, his eyes were complicated.

"Xiaobai, have you ever been beaten?"

Xue Wuxian smiled and said, "If the person you are talking about does not include the foxy, there is no~"

Mu Wanfeng's heart moved, and asked, "If I beat you up and then kidnap you, will it be useful?"

Xue Wuxian was stunned for a moment, and actually thought about it seriously.

"If you had done it earlier, it might have worked, but it's too late. ”

Mu Wanfeng's face was full of remorse, and she said viciously: "If you just beat you up, it shouldn't be too late, right?"

Xue Wuxian smiled indifferently: "Well, then I'll go and beat you up as a woman." ”

Mu Wanfeng was suddenly startled, and then thought of something, Xiang Xuelan didn't want to beat her, but Han Rou hadn't seen anyone for a long time.

"You ......"

Xue Wuxian said: "Don't worry, after today, everything will be back on track." ”

Mu Wanfeng was furious, and with a mention of the Qianjun Sword, he flew up and slashed down towards the snow without a trace.

Poop!

The snow did not dodge or dodge, and in addition to the spiritual power around his body, there was also a layer of strange fluctuations, and he blocked this sword with his hand.

The waves of air rolled like waves in an instant, sweeping in all directions.

After one move, both of them retreated a few feet back, and then collided violently with each other again.

After fighting for more than a dozen moves, Xue Wuxian was finally unable to do enough and began to dodge Mu Wanfeng's attack.

Mu Wanfeng is a monster, but he is not.

If it weren't for the fact that he was forged by the formation spirit boy in the Xuantian Secret Realm, it is estimated that he would not be able to carry Mu Wanfeng's two or three swords at this time.

Mu Wanfeng used the moon step to pursue, and the snow shrank into inches to avoid without a trace.

If it weren't for the realm gap between the two, Xue Wuxian would not be able to avoid Mu Wanfeng's agile moon steps.

Mu Wanfeng slashed through the air with a sword, smashing the ring into a big pit, and the rubble was splashed.

After Xue Wuxian avoided it, a sword qi swung out and slashed towards Mu Wanfeng's sideways.

Mu Wanfeng dodged and jumped into the air. That sword qi burst into the air, slammed into the array light shield, and shattered.

And then it shattered, and the wall of light that was hit.

Mu Wanfeng stepped into the air and fell, like a swallow passing by. Thousands of juns roared, and the snow fell into the air without a trace.

As soon as the snow receded without a trace, it was already five feet away. And Mu Wanfeng turned around in the air, and the Qianjun giant sword came out of his hand and smashed towards Xue Wuxi.

Xue Wuxian was startled, and it was too late to dodge, but he was not flustered in his heart.

The spirit sword in his hand shone brightly, and the strange ripples rippled again, and the tip of the sword was picked on Qianjun, taking advantage of the situation.

Qianjun deviated from his trajectory and sank straight into the ground of the ring, leaving only the hilt of his sword.

The ground suddenly split apart, cracking into countless cracks.

Mu Wan Fengyue performed it step by step, and disappeared on the spot again, and the speed was several times faster than Fang Cai.

This time, even Xue Wuxian couldn't capture his movements, let alone other people with low realms.

The people in the Jindan period tried their best to shake their heads, but they could barely see a trace of afterimage.

And the people in the foundation building period are even more unbearable, except for seeing the first few tricks, they don't know what happened later.

Xue Wuxian could only borrow the momentum at this time to perceive Mu Wanfeng's attack.

Mu Wanfeng gave up Qianjun, directly transported the Qianshan Jue, and shook it towards the snow without a trace.

With the help of induction, Xue Wuxian took a step to the left and avoided the fist wind.

However, Mu Wanfeng forcibly stopped the forward momentum, his body twisted in a strange arc, and a whip leg slapped Xue Wuji's body.

Bang!

Snow was thrown away without a trace, and the competition was so far that he was hit for the first time.

After rolling out of the ten feet, he turned over and stood up, still laughing to himself: "This kick, I remember it~"

Mu Wanfeng couldn't understand it, Xue Wuxian wanted to settle the account and put it all on the captured Han Rou.

He was angry, and under the moon step, he turned into an afterimage, and once again galloped towards the snow without a trace.

Xue Wuxian didn't even make a defense this time, he was hit by Mu Wanfeng's punch, and the ejection flew out and hit the light shield of the protective array.

Mu Wanfeng followed, and then he punched again, hitting Xue Wuxian in the chest that had not yet landed.

Xue Wuxian slapped on the light shield of the protective array, and his body suddenly rose to a higher level, dodging Mu Wanfeng's boxing.

Then, without waiting for Mu Wanfeng to continue attacking, he quickly slapped on the mask until it swam everywhere.

Several times during this period, he relied on qi induction to narrowly avoid Mu Wanfeng's attack.

The snow landed without a trace, shrunk into inches again, and fled all over the ring.

Mu Wanfeng Yue stepped to the extreme, and finally chased Xue Wuxian again, and smashed his back with a punch.

Xue Wuxian turned around, and in the face of Mu Wanfeng's shot, he was unguarded, and the corners of his mouth with blood stains pulled out a smile.

Mu Wanfeng's heart bulged, and her fist suddenly retracted a little strength.

Rao was like this, before he could touch the snow without a trace, he found that his fist was like hitting a sharp blade.

Under the pain, he hurriedly withdrew his hand, and found that three cuts had been cut on his knuckles, and white bones were hidden.

Seeing it retreat, Snow Without a Trace walked around the ring in a leisurely manner, slapping his palm to the ground from time to time.

Faced with the trapping of the snow without a trace, Mu Wanfeng no longer pursued speed, turned around and retreated to the Qianjun giant sword, and pulled it out.

Then, with a swing, he attacked the snow without a trace.

However, at this moment, Xue Wuxian seemed to have completed the arrangement, and the spiritual power around his body surged out.

He stretched out his white palm, pressed it in the void, looked at Mu Wanfeng who stepped on with his sword, and pulled his fingers back together.

Boom~

A crisp sound lingered in everyone's ears, like the sound of strings amplified countless times.

In an instant, with this crisp sound in the ring, hundreds of sword qi appeared out of thin air, all slashing towards Mu Wanfeng.

Mu Wanfeng was shocked, his steps paused, and he decisively gave up the pursuit.

He waved a thousand juns on the spot, and the tiger was windy, waving up bursts of smoke and dust, and defending his body impenetrable.

Oooooooo......oo

Hundreds of sword qi, although they slashed from all directions, they were all blocked by Mu Wanfeng Qianjun.

There were also more than 100 sword qi that fell to the ground, and the surrounding ring where Mu Wanfeng was standing was torn apart, and the rubble was splashed.

A moment later, the smoke and dust dissipated, and Mu Wanfeng appeared in everyone's eyes again.

He stood proudly with a thousand jun in his hand, his breath was long and powerful, and he didn't even hurt the corners of his clothes.

The people in the audience were silent, swallowing their saliva, and the shock in their hearts was incomprehensible.

How strong is Mu Wanfeng's spiritual power? That Qianjun is not adulterated at all, it is really heavy, he waved it even again, and he didn't even breathe.

Snow Without a Trace is also perverted, such a trick is simply unheard of.

Mu Wanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and after carefully observing for a while, he found the clue.

Where the snow had been slapped without a trace before, transparent silk threads thinner than a hair were interpenetrated and scattered throughout the ring.

Before, Ji Nanmu used silk threads to connect hidden weapons, which was nothing compared to such means.

Mu Wanfeng seemed to be born with a keen perception of spiritual weapons, and at a glance he found that this silk thread was extraordinary.

"The best spiritual weapon?"

Xue Wuxian nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, I got it by chance." ”

The people on the field were once again shocked by Xue Wuxi's big strokes, dumbfounded, and speechless.

Mu Wanfeng said coldly: "It's just a competition, aren't you afraid that I will destroy it?"

When the people in the audience heard this, they immediately sneered, and secretly scolded Mu Wanfeng for being ashamed, and he really couldn't make the best spiritual weapon in mud.

However, Xue Wuxian knew that he was not making a big fuss.

Mu Wanfeng's other set of exercises is extremely sharp and extremely sharp, and he can't really cut off this superb spiritual weapon.

But Xue Wuxian knew this, and he didn't mean to put away the silk thread.

"Do you want to listen to a tune?" asked Xue Wuxian suddenly.

Mu Wanfeng frowned, snorted, and said, "With your urine, if I don't listen, won't you play it?"

Xue Wuxian couldn't help but think of the scene when he first saw Mu Wanfeng, and smiled brightly.

He said thoughtfully: "That's right, there is a song called the Neon Clothes and Feather Song, which is not inferior to your flute. ”

Mu Wanfeng sneered: "It's also a song of neon clothes and feathers, it sounds good, isn't it just a chicken feather tune?"

As soon as he said this, the millet in his shirt immediately exploded, and his sharp mouth suddenly pierced his chest, making him grin in pain.

Xue Wuxian was stunned for a moment, not knowing why, but he didn't care.

He then shook his head and said, "This song will be played for you in the future, today is an ambush from all sides!"

As soon as the words fell, Xue Wuji's fingertips touched the silk thread, and the stirring tune suddenly sounded.

Boom ...... Boom ......

Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu, the sound was not loud, but it fell to every corner of Tianquan Peak, and in the frustration, it was full of murderous opportunities.

The voice seemed to have a strange power, which made Mu Wanfeng's heart tighten, and then her eyes fluttered, and the sky swirled.

He was shocked to find that he had lost all five senses, and finally fell into darkness in front of him.

In the dark, Mu Wanfeng felt that there was danger everywhere, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a single bit.

Not only him, but the disciples of the foundation building period who were far away from the ring were all in the same situation, and their bodies were out of control.

The disciples of the Jindan period were better, and they soon came to their senses and hurriedly retreated into the distance.

No one could have imagined that the useless sound was even more terrifying and terrifying than spiritual power at this time.

Mu Wanfeng was flustered for a moment, and after a few breaths, he thought of a way.

He switched his exercises, silently carrying the Purple Moon Sword mantra in the heart of the qin, and the sharp momentum shattered the illusion in his brain almost in the blink of an eye.

Through this incident, he found that no matter what kind of potential, it is useless.

Mu Wanfeng clenched Qianjun again, and suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze was like a sword, piercing the snow in front of him without a trace.