The bamboo sword quickly rotated and broke through, and Yu Si Nian's body choked and collided several times, but due to the lack of spiritual pressure, it failed to cause damage.

Mu Chen could only retreat temporarily, and then look for Yu Sinian's flaws from the other side.

The two of you come and go, and you can't see who is unilaterally suppressed by whom for a while.

At the same time, it was attacked by sword qi, and many places on this street were already destroyed, but the competition between the two had just begun, and the owner of the house seemed to know the one who wore platinum clothes, and all of them stopped Youqian and demanded compensation from him.

Because a corner of the glazed Eight Treasures Pavilion was cut off by the sword qi, the free auction was also temporarily affected, and the monks rushed out of the pavilion one after another, holding their arms to watch the excitement.

"Hey, look, it seems to be a monk of the Phantom Sword Alliance!"

"Ah, I know the one in yellow, it seems to be called Yu Si something, he has a stinky face all day long, and I don't know how much money anyone owes him!"

"Hahahahaha, his name is Yu Sinian, not Yu Si ......"

"It's strange, the one who competed with Yu Sinian seems to be using a bamboo sword, is this the swordsmanship of the Phantom Sword Alliance, if Chunjun loses against the bamboo sword, where will the face of the Phantom Sword Alliance go?"

"This fellow Daoist, this is a bad word!"

"Although the Phantom Sword Alliance all uses swords to enter the Dao, no one dares to say that the swordsmanship of the Phantom Sword Alliance must be the strongest, right?"

"I see that this little Taoist friend uses our Taoist traditional Dao sword, isn't it also on par with that Yu Sinian?"

"What Daoyou said is reasonable......

The spiritual light and sword shadow on the eaves, you chase me.

Everyone under the eaves talked and laughed, all because of the participation of Yu Sinian, the Phantom Sword Alliance, which became the talk of the people.

It's just that Mu Chen's bamboo sword is really difficult to confront the ancient sword, and after several collisions, Yu Sinian has a faint tendency to gain the upper hand.

Among this group of monks who don't think it's a big deal to see the excitement, only Zhang Banxian was anxious and grabbed Niu Laodao's sleeve.

"Niu Lao Dao, don't you also use the fairy sword, don't you take out your fairy sword and give it to the wood boy!"

"The rabbit cub of the Phantom Sword Alliance uses the ancient famous sword to fight with the lowest practice sword, obviously bullying people, the wood boy has a great favor with me, how can I let him be bullied by others on the immortal weapon!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Brother Zhang is thoughtful!"

Niu Lao Dao, who was standing behind Zhang Banxian, hurriedly sacrificed a palm-wide copper-colored heavy sword, and other loose cultivators were also rummaging in their Qiankun bags.

It's just that Niu Laodao was about to send the fairy sword to the eaves, when he suddenly remembered something, and explained to Zhang Banxian with a sad face.

"Brother Zhang, no, my Gema heavy sword is a natal immortal weapon, Mu Daoyou can't use it!"

"Oh, my immortal sword is also a natal immortal weapon!"

"Brother Zhang, it's not that I don't want to borrow a sword, you said that we have no door and no faction, except for the natal immortal weapon and a few immortal weapons that assist in cultivation, how can there be a surplus immortal sword, and even if there is, we will sell it for money long ago......"

Sanxiu, who was standing with Zhang Banxian, shook his head and sighed, it wasn't that they didn't want to help, but they really couldn't take out the immortal sword, and they couldn't just throw an immortal weapon on it.

Zhang Banxian sighed heavily and stomped his feet anxiously.

He didn't use the fairy sword, even if he sent the fire-breathing gourd up, Mu Chen probably didn't use it halfway, and it was not as good as the bamboo sword in his hand.

Besides, both of these people use swordsmanship, and in the competition between the two sides of the swordsmanship, the person who changes the immortal weapon first loses.

Above the eaves, the two were not affected by the crowd watching the excitement.

The wind is blowing under Mu Chen's feet, like a dragonfly stepping on the beam of the house, constantly changing the sword style in the chase and me.

Although he tried his best to avoid the way of blocking head-on, advanced and counterattacked, and used continuous sword intent to counter ferocious attacks, Yu Sinian was not in vain, as early as when he rushed out of the Eight Treasure Pavilion, he saw Mu Chen's intentions, and he slashed step by step.

The white sword is heavy, circulating in the air several times, but it turns into three phantoms, and the clear light rises for a long time, and suddenly rushes in a three-in-one state!

This sword is magnificent, and the pure Jun ancient sword that is more than two feet long is covered by white mang, and it turns into a ten-foot giant sword, rushing straight towards Mu Chen with a momentum that is unbelievable!

"Mu Gongzi be careful!"

"Wood boy, the bamboo sword can't block this blow, hurry up and dodge!"

Anxious voices suddenly came from both sides, but only the pure Jun Ancient Sword burning with blazing white light remained in Mu Chen's eyes.

In the face of such a sword style, his face was straight, his eyes flashed with essence, although he held the bamboo sword in his hand, the sword intent was not weak at all, but it had the tendency to be strong when it was strong.

Slowly raised his hand to lift the bamboo sword, but this was only slow in Mu Chen's own eyes, in the eyes of the onlookers, the bamboo sword was erected in an instant, combining fast, slow, rigid and soft with a unique rhythm.

He held a sword in his right hand, and the bone fingers of his left hand pinched the sword trick, showing off his muscles and bones, and only stabbed forward, but it was hard to hit hard, almost like lightning and thunder!

The sword has arrived, and the green and white light goes straight to the front of the emperor,-for-tat.

The two of them faced each other, and they both saw their unflinching swords in each other's unwavering gazes, and the roar of the collapsed houses behind them and the two spiritual lights galloping behind them only became the background.

Bang Bang Bang –

In an instant, the sound of breaking came from the spiritual pressure of the collision, and Mu Chen's face was clear, sure enough, the bamboo sword still couldn't withstand such a powerful sword momentum spiritual pressure, and it shattered from the end of the sword.

"Mu Chen, you still haven't retreated!"

"Why do you want to retreat?"

Yu Sinian's eyes widened, he had no intention of seriously injuring the cultivators of the Seventy-two Sects, he just wanted to teach Mu Chen a lesson, so that he would not break the rules again in the future and associate with shameless loose cultivators.

It's just that I didn't expect Mu Chen's swordsmanship to be so exquisite, the sword moves of the two of you and me went back and forth dozens of times, and he couldn't help but move his real character during the fight.

At this moment, the three swords were one, and he couldn't take it back, so he could only watch the sword devour the bamboo sword, pressing the green light little by little, and the face that didn't flinch.

"Get out of the way!"

Yu Sinian shouted loudly, remorse suddenly rose in his heart, and suddenly stretched out his hands to grab it in the scorching light!

The spiritual pressure sword qi expanded, and the sky was blue and white.

A ghostly sword shadow flashed from the ground, remaining for only a moment before disappearing with the white light.

Until the sun sank and the sky darkened, just in the moment when day and night intertwined, the fluttering sword shadow reappeared, swishing into the blue light along the yellow wall, drowning in the blooming flowers.

Yu Sinian's eyes were all caught by the submerged figure, and naturally there was no distraction, You Qian and Zhang Banxian rushed into the sword light from the two imperial weapons respectively, but they were bounced away by the incomparably powerful sword qi of the ancient sword Chunjun, and they could only watch the green light be swallowed up and disappear.

Everyone was so blinded by the light that they blocked their arms, but in the distance, there was a masked man leaning against the wall, but he was smiling.

Honghong was panicked, the sky was black and white, and his knuckled hands were slowly raised.

In his hands, there was only a hilt of the sword, and the body of the long sword was missing, but a faint shadow of the sword was cast under him.

As the white light gradually dissipated, the shadow of the sword faded.

The man raised his hands holding the sword, and slashed through the air, and the blade as thin as a cicada's wings instantly remained on Yu Sinian's neck, but it didn't hurt him in the slightest.

There was a slight sword sound in the ears, but I saw the tall ancient tree at the intersection of this street, and the body of the tree shook slightly, and there was no change.

However, a few seconds later, the lush pine cover collapsed in a gentle wind, flattening the growth rings.

The darker the sky became, the sword returned to nothingness, the ancient twilight closed silently, and there was silence between heaven and earth.

"Ancient sword, Chengying. ”

Wuyi twisted the folding fan and laughed softly.