Mu Wanfeng has only seen that the blood power of the three-eyed eagle can be released, and so can the cold dew. Then according to this view, if you attach the purple mang to the sword qi, it should be the same.

At this time, after wielding a sword qi, his guess was confirmed.

It's a shame that he used to sit on Baoshan without knowing it, and he was also laughing and generous.

It's too late, it's too soon.

After Lu Qingquan heard the cracking sound, his heart lifted, and then the breaking of the spirit sword caught him off guard, and his soul flew out of the sky.

The instinctive sense of crisis still made him pause suddenly, and under the protection of Lei Jue's body, he hurriedly retreated.

At the same time, he grasped the hilt of the sword again, and poked the broken sword against Qianjun's sword body, facing upwards, and his body also leaned back, bent to the extreme.

Between the lightning and flint, Qianjun swept across his chest, allowing him to escape the fatal blow.

But Rao is like this, the sharp edge on the Qianjun giant sword still shaved off a large piece of the placket on his chest and a piece of flesh.

"Drink!"

I don't know if it's painful or painful, Lu Qingquan roared angrily, and the spiritual power of his whole body gushed out wildly, spreading the thunder jue out of his body.

Countless electric snakes scurried and hissed, rushing towards Mu Wanfeng.

Mu Wanfeng's heart was cold, but he did not retreat but advanced, holding a thousand jun in the air, chasing Lu Qingquan like wind and waves, and slashing down with a sword.

He decided to fight for his life, and his body operated a thousand mountains and tricks, not dodging or dodging, and actually used his body to meet the electric snake.

After being bitten by the electric snake, Mu Wanfeng's shirt exploded in an instant before it could be lit, and the slightly white and tender skin in the sturdy body was also scorched yellow in an instant.

The place directly hit by the electric snake withered and pitched black at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Not only that, but the furious thunder and lightning rushed into his body, and kept drilling into the atrium, trying to devour it.

If it weren't for Qianshan Jue strengthening the body, defending the heart, and stabilizing the mind, I'm afraid Mu Wanfeng would have fainted.

For a moment, Mu Wanfeng only felt that his body was like thousands of ants gnawing, and then he was paralyzed, feeling that his hands and feet were no longer his own.

However, Mu Wanfeng still gritted her teeth, and with the momentum of rushing forward, she chased in front of Lu Qingquan.

One pursued head-on, the other retreated, and it was difficult for Lu Qingquan to escape.

And I have to say that between the square inch distance, even the Purple Mansion Jiuzhong, in terms of speed and flexibility, is also defeated by the moon step.

Lu Qingquan was shocked and had no choice but to raise the broken sword again to resist.

If he followed his previous temperament, after casting the thunder technique, his hands would be life-killing weapons, and he would definitely not rely on his hands to break the sword.

It can be seen that he has seen the weirdness of Mu Wanfeng, and he must be cautious.

However, the broken top-grade spiritual weapon is almost not even up to the high-grade spiritual weapon, and in the face of the powerful Qianjun, it is inevitable that it will end up being a car with a mantis arm.

Even Lu Qingquan himself thinks like this.

Boom!

Then after a bang, the broken sword was not as vulnerable as imagined, it actually resisted most of the force, and then it was crushed by the weight of Qianjun and was cut short again.

Lu Qingquan was a little stunned, but also a little lucky, otherwise under this blow, his life would be in danger.

Mu Wanfeng was also very helpless, it was not that he didn't want to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but to use the Thousand Mountains Technique, he really didn't dare to use the sword technique easily.

If he fought alone, he would naturally have no scruples, first destroy Lu Qingquan, and then bear the backlash of the power of the bloodline. But the current situation does not allow him to take risks.

Kong Ye, Wen Hua, and hundreds of advanced cultivators were eyeing each other.

If he kills Lu Qingquan desperately, he will definitely be weakened, and when the time comes, hundreds of people will flock up, and he will really have to explain here.

Therefore, if he wants to live, he can't be willful!

Bang!

Lu Qingquan was shocked by the strange force on Qianjun and fell down, smashing into the ground.

The paralysis in Mu Wanfeng's body has not yet dissipated, although he has the intention to kill the thief, but he is helpless.

He fell back to the ground and distanced himself, trying to drive the spiritual power out of his body to drive the remaining thunder and lightning out of his body.

And Lu Qingquan also broke through the covered soil and stone debris and jumped out after a few breaths. He was in rags at this time, inferior to a beggar, how could he still have the previous fairy wind bones?

He was disheveled, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, and his chest was even more bloody and miserable, only a pair of eyes were like sharp knives, staring at Mu Wanfeng sharply and resentfully.

In this battle, Mu Wanfeng injured 1,000 enemies and 800 himself, causing them to suffer a lot of internal injuries.

When did Lu Qingquan receive such a humiliation, his chest was depressed for a while, and his anger soared, and he couldn't help but spit out blood again.

Mu Wanfeng was obviously more composed, a reluctant smile was pulled at the corner of her mouth, and she looked at him and said, "Old thing, you can't do it!"

"Why don't you call a helper? Anyway, there are so many people here, and you don't care if it's more shameless. Or do you get down on your knees and beg me to spare your life?"

When he said this, he also did it on purpose, cutting off Lu Qingquan's retreat.

With an arrogant person like Lu Qingquan, under his ridicule, he will definitely not be able to wipe off his face, even if he dies, he will have to carry it to the end.

Lu Qingquan was so angry that he vomited blood again, and then shouted: "Mu Wanfeng!

Mu Wanfeng pouted and said: "Tut-tut~ Death has to save face and suffer from sin, and you have to suffer when you are old, don't be strong." ”

Lu Qingquan couldn't suppress his anger anymore, his body burst into thunder and lightning again, and he dodged and rushed towards Mu Wanfeng.

He was already confused, and there was only one thought at this time, that is, to kill the kid in front of him to avenge today's shame.

Mu Wanfeng came secretly, and the next moment he also greeted Lu Qingquan.

He himself is shameless and not terrible, he is afraid that someone is more shameless than him, just like in the face of Mo Yushu, he has never been able to bargain.

Obviously, Lu Qingquan has always been in a high position, and he is used to being pampered, so he can't stand this kind of humiliation.

Lu Qingquan's mind was unbalanced, but his sanity still existed, and he no longer dared to take it lightly, so he avoided Mu Wanfeng and did not meet it head-on.

However, Mu Wanfeng's body was like a shock, and he was not given the slightest opportunity.

Between Lu Qingquan's wanderings, he always kept a distance from Mu Wanfeng, the enemy retreated, I advanced, and the enemy advanced and I retreated. Although there are countless flashes of lightning, they have never been implemented.

Therefore, this back and forth is not as tragic as the fight just now, but has fallen into a stalemate.

Mu Wanfeng is not in a hurry or slow, and she is comfortable in the face of attacks. However, Lu Qingquan was already slightly tired due to internal and external injuries, and his expression became more and more irritable.

After a while, Lu Qingquan also realized that it was just a waste of effort to delay like this.

There was only one top-grade spirit sword in his storage ring, and it was also the only sword, but it had been broken by Mu Wanfeng.

At this moment, he also realized what it means to be a good woman who is difficult to cook without rice.

Lu Qingquan stopped abruptly and shouted, "That fellow Daoist, borrow a sword and use it!"