In the battle of the cultivation world, the high-level cultivators basically maintain a crushing posture towards the low-level cultivators, and in the final analysis, the reason lies in the word realm.

Mastering more heaven and earth aura, having more skills in using aura, and understanding the depth of aura are all chasms that status cultivators can hardly cross.

However, Murong Mad abandoned this advantage in spiritual power and realm, and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the other party, which was the best hand to hand-to-hand combat, which was almost as unreasonable as a child's fighting spirit.

Hearing this, Murong snorted coldly and said indifferently: "You just need to maintain the big array with peace of mind, don't let this kid escape, I will naturally be able to solve him with dozens of breaths!"

Taibai seemed careless, and said with a smile: "Old Ancestor, haven't you noticed that this guy has deliberately used some small means to your state of mind since that time at the foot of the Dilong Sect Mountain? I really think that he just took the trouble to humiliate you at the beginning? If there was no such thing, what would you do when you met him this time, and how long would he be able to resist no matter how strong he was?

As soon as the words fell, Murong Mad, who was chasing Lu Shen, suddenly turned pale, and a trace of surprise and awakening flashed in his eyes, and only after a moment did he say coldly: "Good boy!"

Almost instantly, Murong Mad knew why Lu Shen dared to take the initiative to provoke him last time.

Under normal circumstances, Murong Mad would have always dealt with a cultivator of Lu Shen's level with a quick hand, but this time he had already made up his mind to kill, but he unconsciously became angry, and even gave the other party a glimmer of life.

Murong Madness raised his eyebrows slightly, but instead of being angry, his whole person's expression became dark and dark.

Lu Shen didn't say anything, just narrowed his eyes slightly.

From beginning to end, Murong Mad only regarded Lu Shen as a junior in the Sword Pavilion who had not yet grown up, no matter how talented he was, he was still an ant after all.

However, now, after Taibai's awakening, the old man completely restrained his contempt, and looked at it with a mentality of treating the enemies of life and death in previous years, and an aura of danger was exuded in an instant.

And now the old man who is about to go all out with the power of Thunder is the undoubted first person in the Demon Sect back then.

Lu Shen exhaled softly, and the spiritual power in his body began to boil, frantically transporting to the ancient sword in his right hand.

In an instant, the sword aura was full of energy.

Murong Mad put his hands behind him, and said proudly and calmly: "Give you ten chances, and you will die when you use them." ”

There are no words.

A majestic sword qi smashed head-on.

Sword One.

A sword dragon snake.

Lu Shen held the sword, his right arm seemed to turn into a python, and the sword was domineering, like a long whip tearing through the space.

Murong Mad's face was expressionless, his palms kept stretching out, and a scarlet blood mist diffused from his sleeve, instantly devouring and crushing his fierce sword qi.

The trick has not yet fallen.

Countless sword qi rained down.

Sword two.

Eight thousand streams of rain.

Murong Crazy smiled at the corner of his mouth, his whole body did not move in the wind, and those raindrops crackled and dissipated into mist as soon as they arrived in front of him.

In an instant, Lu Shen disappeared out of thin air, and then appeared above the old man's head.

Raising his hand slightly, three thousand sword shadows appeared behind him.

The West Pavilion is a master.

Sword three.

Three thousand phantoms.

Murong Mad's face was expressionless, and he waved his hand casually.

Just listen to the boom.

The area where the two of them were located exploded, and the fierce sword qi and demonic qi were intertwined into a huge gang qi that spread in all directions.

"Hahaha, what a Lu Shen, let me see what other moves you have in the Sword Pavilion, do you want to use the nine styles of the Sword Immortal together?"

Murong Madness laughed from the dust.

Lu Shen didn't speak, but the wanton sword qi burst out again.

It seems that as the other party said, he really wants to perform all the nine forms.

The rest of the audience just watched the scene quietly.

Feeling the extremely powerful sword aura, everyone's emotions were a little different.

Cheng Xuanyi silently approached the Lingrou Fairy and stood beside him.

For this encirclement and suppression, the man in the pavilion has already given detailed arrangements.

The Demon Sect's Murong Ancestor personally besieged and killed, and the woman who was second on the killing list waited for an opportunity, but he only had one task, and that was to protect the thoughtfulness of the person from the Yaochi Formation next to him.

According to the man, Lu Shen's only chance of life was to find an opportunity to hold Lingrou hostage on the line of life and death, and then break through the formation and fall away.

As soon as Cheng Xuan came into contact, he understood more and more about the unfathomable nature of this person, so he became more cautious and cautious in his heart.

The woman who was sitting cross-legged in a mountain bag frowned and said, "Stay away from me." ”

Cheng Xuanyi said calmly: "Mr. Bai wants me to protect you, I may not be sure if it is too far." ”

The woman sneered: "Compared to him who was entangled by Murong Mania, I think you are more dangerous, a dignified heir to the sea, and came to join the Shadow Hall after being abolished inexplicably, who knows what you think in your heart." ”

Cheng Xuanyi shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, as long as Mr. Bai believes it." ”

Lingrou Fairy suddenly turned her head and glanced at him deliberately, and said disdainfully: "It's true, now it's this kind of waste, people are not ghosts, no ghosts, tsk, except for the Shadow Palace, how can there be a place for you, it's really a lost dog." ”

Cheng Xuanyi scratched his head, but he didn't get angry, just looked at her, and then shook his head and said: "You are similar to me, half a catty and eight taels, it is said that I don't bother to take care of you at all." ”

As the two spoke, several explosions rang out, and a cloud of dust rolled up from south to north on the grass.

And as Murong frantically moved with murderous intent, Lu Shen was unexpectedly suppressed, and the ripples of the pure sword qi with a strong meaning smashed into the faces of the two like knives, and it was obvious that the battle was very fierce.

Cheng Xuanyi was silent for a while, and said, "Then I'll stay away, don't blame me for dying." ”

"Wait!"

Ling Rou obviously didn't expect this situation either, and frowned, "You just stand here, don't move." Cheng Xuan didn't mock anything when he heard this, so he stood silently in place.

The sword intent in the air became more and more irritable, but it was always pressed by the demonic qi.

Murong Mad revealed his true body from the dust, his clothes were intact and clean, and he shook his head condescendingly and said: "Sword Four's Northern Darkness Guiyi has been repeated so many times, even if it is superimposed, the effect is not good, even if you need to use so many powerful moves, there should be little spiritual power left, so you will stop here?"

Lu Shen shook his wrist lightly, and a phoenix roar sounded from behind him, and his entire body soared into the air, as if turning into a phoenix burning with black light.

Sword Five.

Phoenix Dance for Nine Days.

On the plain, Lu Shen was like a burning sun, turning straight into a long line and smashing towards Murong Mania.

If the Sword Pavilion elders were allowed to see this scene, they would all be surprised and dare not speak out.

Among the Nine Styles of Sword Immortals, Lu Shen used the four styles in the Four Pavilions, but they were far more skilled and spiritual than them, and even reached the point where they could use them at will.

Murong snorted coldly and took a step forward gently, the ground exploded, and at the same time, his right arm stretched out, and he was actually trying to block it.

Bang!

When the old man's palm collided with the long sword, there was a terrifying sound like the collapse of a mountain.

A powerful shockwave spread wildly in all directions from the center of the two of them, and the cracks spread like cobwebs.

Flowers and plants are crushed.

The lake rippled out, and in an instant, it was intelligible whether it was sword qi or something cut into pieces.

The whole wide plain shook constantly, and in an instant it was a mess.

The dust disperses.

The real face was revealed.

Lu Shen disappeared.

Murong Mad was half-collapsed on top of a broken rock wreckage, his face covered in blood, and an ancient sword was slammed into his center, dying.

See this scene.

Everyone's pupils shrank subconsciously, revealing a look of disbelief.

This scene is too shocking and too fake.

Murong Mad is the top major cultivator in the world, how could he be injured to such an extent by Lu Shen of the Boundless Realm?

Just before they could think for a moment, Murong looked at Cheng Xuanyi and shouted with difficulty: "He's coming, east side, stop him!"

Cheng Xuan twisted his footsteps, and instantly moved to the east side of Lingrou, and without the slightest hesitation, a palm that gathered the spiritual power of his whole body blasted forward.

However, the next moment, his body subconsciously froze, and he completely pounced.

Just when his face was full of ghosts, Murong Mad's voice came out from another direction for some reason, and he roared angrily: "Idiot, fake!"

In a flash.

Lu Shen came behind Lingrou lightly, and his right hand turned into a sword and pointed forward.

Taibai's eyes narrowed slightly.

The black-gauze woman who had been on the tree seemed to be wandering thousands of miles disappeared, and appeared on Lu Shen's right side almost at the same time.

She had a dagger in the palm of her hand.

The tip of the knife was facing Lu Shen's neck.