For the cultivation of potential, even with the amazing talent of Mo Yushu, he was photographed by the old man, and he had been cultivating for decades before he could get a glimpse of a clue.

Where would he have thought that in just a few months, Mu Wanfeng would reach such a realm.

Although that momentum had not yet been put in the eyes of Mo Yushu, it was enough to shock him.

In fact, Mu Wanfeng really wanted to try Zhanqing's sentence, that silver spear weighed more than a thousand pounds, even if it didn't reach the strength of the battle against Peng Que now, but if you want to swing it, it's still no problem.

However, there were outsiders present, and after thinking about it, I gave up.

"Senior Brother Mo, look at it!"

Mu Wanfeng silently recited the sword technique, the purple mangs in his body flowed, he shouted, drew his sword and stood up to fight, the Qingshuang sword turned into a sharp mang, and stabbed it.

Mo Yushu didn't dare to underestimate it, took a step forward, and the rich aura wrapped the sword in his hand, and the sword walked the dragon and snake, and pointed towards the sword body of the Qingshuang Sword.

Suddenly, the sound of tinkling is endless.

Mo Yushu rotated the sword body, and the tip of the sword was like a snake hitting seven inches, and it was lit on the sword body of the Qingshuang Sword one after another.

In the eyes of others, Mo Yushu's sword was like a spirit snake, wrapped around Mu Wanfeng's sword.

Although the Qingshuang Sword is still stabbing forward, the control has changed hands.

Mu Wanfeng saw that the situation was wrong, so he wanted to pull the spirit sword back, but the Qingshuang sword seemed to be sucked in, and he couldn't pull it out.

In this case, if you are someone else, in order to avoid falling into it yourself, you can only choose to abandon the sword.

But how could Mu Wanfeng be like this, under the operation of the sword technique, a faint purple light appeared on the sword body, and the Qingshuang sword immediately became extremely sharp, and the sword body shook rapidly, breaking free from the shackles.

Mu Wanfeng kicked his legs, jumped up, and the Qingshuang Sword flipped around in the air with his body, and then slashed towards Mo Yushu.

If you want to say who knows Mu Wanfeng best in this world, it is Mo Yushu.

He knew very well that Mu Wanfeng couldn't be treated with common sense, and if he was not careful, he would fall into his way.

As soon as Yi Mu Wanfeng broke free, Mo Yushu became alert, took a step back, and the long sword sword qi in his hand erupted and swung upward.

As soon as the sword qi was swung out, the Qingshuang Sword was like cutting tofu, cutting it open, and the castration was unabated, and between the lightning and flint, it was slashed on the spirit sword of the ink jade book.

Poop!

The two swords clashed, and there was a crisp sound!

Mo Yushu suddenly changed color, and hurriedly retreated, narrowly avoiding Mu Wanfeng's slash.

Burst~

With a soft thud, a sword tip plunged into the dirt......

Wen San swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said: "In Yandang Mountain, I can still beat him by three points; half a month ago, I still had the confidence to fight against him; now it's good, I'm in his hands, I guess I can't make a move!"

After pondering for a moment, Wen Er said, "Their fight is a bit peculiar, more like a swordsmanship used in ordinary people......"

"Just kidding......" Wen San looked incredulous.

Wen Yi also asked, "Can swordsmanship be so powerful?"

The competition of cultivators has always been straightforward, without those fancy postures, as long as the strength is at a higher level, no matter how high the swordsmanship is, it will be in vain.

Wen Er smiled bitterly: "I don't know very well, but Brother Mu doesn't have spiritual power fluctuations, how can this be explained?

The three of them couldn't help but fall silent, and they all remembered the swordsmanship that Mu Wanfeng played on the way to Baihua Valley......

Mo Yushu looked at the sword body in his hand, and said with a wry smile: "Senior brother, Qing's strength is still above the triple Jindan, and he wants to take his lonely life?"

Mu Wanfeng pursed her lips and said, "Hmph~ You only have the triple strength of Jindan?"

Looking at Mo Yushu's easy appearance, how could Mu Wanfeng believe his nonsense.

Even if his realm is in the Jindan Triple, for some people, strength is not measured by the realm at all.

Mu Wanfeng believes that Mo Yushu still retains many means.

"Lonely is indeed in the triple Jindan, how can he be a Qing?" Mo Yushu said indifferently: "Today, lonely and defeated~"

Mu Wanfeng waved his hand and said, "Don't talk nonsense! Take me another sword!"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Wanfeng's footsteps continued to step, and every step shook the ground, and between the fast and slow pauses, like a piece of music, it fell on everyone's hearts.

The strange pace swims in every square inch, but it seems to have stepped on the red dust.

The Qingshuang Sword hummed and whispered, as if it was whispering, as if it was singing, as if it was pouring out......

Mu Wanfeng's figure became faster and faster, almost turning into an afterimage, and only a ghostly purple light was left in the field.

Seeing this, Mo Yushu's expression was solemn, his smile disappeared, and he took out a spirit sword again and held it in his hand.

The initial momentum quietly appeared again, and Mo Yushu's entire figure seemed to have risen a few points.

The Mo Yushu stood quietly, motionless, as calm as a mountain, and Mu Wanfeng's body flickered and flickered, like an angry sea.

As soon as they were still and moving, the surrounding momentum was pulled by the two of them, and the atmosphere was solemn and weird.

Wen San and the others didn't even dare to breathe, and looked at the two people in the field in a daze.

The competitions they had seen before were all slashed with a sword, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and they all used their own strength to suppress the other party.

But now, these two people don't seem to be using their own strength.

Mo Yushu is okay, he can still feel the spiritual power surging in his body.

And Mu Wanfeng didn't have any spiritual power fluctuations at all, but the power on his body was something that no one dared to underestimate.

Such a competition, Wen San and the others are unheard of and unseen.

Mu Wanfeng's eyes suddenly widened, the purple light flashed, and he stepped forward suddenly, before the person arrived, the momentum leaned first, and this momentum overwhelmed people.

The Qingshuang Sword roared and stabbed towards the Moyushu......

A sword, listen to the red dust!

At the moment when Mu Wanfeng stabbed out, the Moyushu, which was originally as stable as a mountain, also moved, and stepped out, like a mountain about to fall.

"Mountain!"

Mo Yushu let out a loud shout in his mouth, and the spirit sword slashed down.

The momentum of the two sides collided, and under the loud bang, a powerful momentum, centered on the two of them, shook out.

This momentum made Wen San and several people retreat again and again, and almost fell to the ground without a single ass.

Only the snow did not move at all, staring at Mo Yushu and Mu Wanfeng, and there was a lot of brilliance in his eyes......

In the field, the two of them were hunting in their robes, and the ground was dusty, and they were evenly matched.

The momentum brought out by the collision also separated Mo Yushu and Mu Wanfeng, and at the same time retreated three feet backwards.

After Mu Wanfeng paused for a moment, he flew up again and slashed at Mo Yushu.

"Senior brother, slow down!" Mo Yushu said hurriedly.

But Mu Wanfeng, who was fighting, would listen to him, and the speed of his progress accelerated a little.

Mo Yushu sighed in his heart, the spirit sword in his hand was horizontal in front of him, and he said in his mouth: "Water!"

The Qingshuang sword slashed at his sword, but it didn't make a sound, it turned out to be bent into the shape of a half moon.

Mu Wanfeng's fierce sword seemed to be slashed on cotton, and the violent power was like a mud cow entering the sea, without the slightest wave.

The spirit sword in Mo Yushu's hand suddenly flicked back, and a majestic momentum hit Mu Wanfeng's body along the Qingshuang sword, sending it flying.

"Leverage strength!" Xue Wuxian has a unique eye, and he can see the subtlety at a glance.

Bending the spirit sword into a semi-circular shape, and not breaking it, obviously it is not the effect of spiritual power, Xue Wuxian asked himself, he can't do this kind of thing.

Mu Wanfeng stopped, the momentum just now shook his blood surged, and a mouthful of blood spurted out......

Mo Yushu flashed, came to Mu Wanfeng, and immediately took out the folding fan from before.

Under the urging of spiritual power, the fan bone of the folding fan suddenly split, and swished into the surrounding ground, forming a circle.

The fan bone inserted in the ground, the light was so bright that it turned into a circular light mask, surrounding the two of them.

Mo Yushu took out a small jade bottle again, poured out a pill, and asked Mu Wanfeng to take it.

"Senior brother, Qing is reckless!" Mo Yushu's face was a little unpleasant.

Mu Wanfeng waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, as long as it doesn't affect the succession of the lineage, it won'......t hurt me if I break my hands and feet."

Seeing that he was still in the mood to joke, Mo Yushu felt helpless, and then his expression was solemn, and he said: "The lonely thing is not Qing's injury." ”

"Qing can know that the wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it? The skills used by Gu and Qing are not in China, so showing them in front of people may lead to trouble. Qing is now in the body of a young phoenix, not yet mature, when Taoguang is obscure!"

Listening to Mo Yushu say this, he is really like this, and under his arrogance, he always conflicts with others.

And Mu Wanfeng herself has countless secrets, and if she shows it a little, it will attract the covetousness of others.

Just like Wen Hua, as the previous generation of valley masters in Baihua Valley, they all wanted to put him under house arrest when they found that he could break his meridians.

If it weren't for Wen Hua being a righteous person, and Mu Wanfeng had a relationship with his grandson. Maybe Mu Wanfeng will be dissected to see what is hidden in his body.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanfeng couldn't help but look at Xue Wuxian, only to see that his expression was indifferent, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't show any abnormality.

On the contrary, Wen San and a few people looked at Mu Wanfeng as if they were looking at monsters, with a hint of awe in their eyes.

Mu Wanfeng smiled bitterly, what is this?

Seeing that Mu Wanfeng understood, Mo Yushu returned to his appearance of a gentleman, and said with a smile: "I think that I will make the Qing Dynasty wait for ten years, and I will fight today, hehe...... It's not far from the changing sky......"

Click!

As soon as Mo Yushu's words were finished, there was a crisp sound, and the spirit sword in his hand broke again.

This time was not like before, Mo Yushu picked up the broken sword and took it back into the storage ring with a painful face.

Mu Wanfeng was silent, and said for a long time: "Senior brother, what kind of expression do you have, I didn't beat your face this time, it's just a broken sword, is it worth it for you?"

Mo Yushu looked strange, glanced at the Qingshuang Sword, and said, "It's better than the Qing's Sword......"

Mu Wanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Although I have little knowledge, I am not a fool, don't slander me......"

Mo Yushu didn't say anything, he pinched his fingers, and the light shield around the two of them was restrained, and the fan bone flew back into his hand.

Bang Bang Bang ......

In the case of a continuous sound, the fan bone was closed again, inserted into the fan surface, and it was as good as ever.

Mu Wanfeng saw the words on the other side of the fan: Linjiang Immortal!