The swords struck each other, and the long sword was castrated, but the bronze knife was withdrawn to resist, and the long sword was not given the slightest chance to go further.

The long sword in the monk's hand is not an ornament, and the flying of the imperial sword requires a master on the foundation to do it, but after entering the middle stage of qi refining, ordinary monks will choose a suitable magic weapon as a cultivation to match their own exercises, and most monks will choose a long sword.

The sword can be attacked and defended, the sword body is straight, sharp and not losing bearing, double-edged persuasion, don't make mistakes! For monks who are bent on seeking the Tao and want to be detached, it is not only a self-defense weapon but also an invisible teacher!

Seeing that Wang Mu's bronze knife was cut off by the spirit sword in his hand, Wan Chun sneered: "It's really interesting, just a mortal iron can also compete with my spirit sword, I don't know who gave you courage, ha!"

Wang Mu's face was normal, and he didn't pay attention to Wan Chun's words, he felt that the copper knife in his hand was indeed not the opponent of the long sword in Wan Chun's hand, even if his aura was infused and attached to the copper knife, it was difficult to oppose the white spirit sword that was not a mortal thing.

But Wan Chun is not a sword cultivator after all, although he can fight with Wang Mu for a few rounds by being much stronger than the power of mortals, but Wang Mu is also in the middle stage of qi refining, and he is still a fellow practitioner of the law body, if he fights for dozens of rounds, I am afraid that Wan Chun, who is holding a spirit sword, will have the upper hand with Wang Mu.

Wan Chun also knew that when he saw Wang Mu close to him, he thought of the Lingtai Sect's best place in the world, and the Dharma body initiates were terrifying, but he would not think that Wang Mu was a Dharma body initiate, after all, Wang Mu's cultivation time was too short, if it was a simple Dharma body initiates, the two exercises were probably still struggling in the early stage of Qi refining.

He wouldn't have thought that Wang Mu cultivated the three exercises on his body, and he also moved in his body from time to time, if he knew about Wang Mu's cultivation exercises, Wan Chun would definitely be more cautious and not give Wang Mu the means to get close. Monks fight, if the physical cultivation is deceived to within the three zhang of the Taoist cultivation, within the same realm, the Taoist cultivation will be defeated!

Wan Chun thought of this, the long sword stabbed and wanted to cut through the copper knife that Wang Mu had chopped, the sound of the spirit sword cutting through the air sounded in Wang Mu's ears, and with a slight bow, the spirit sword crossed Wang Mu's head and cut off a strand of hair that did not stand up.

Wang Mu's copper knife also slashed down from the sky, the more he used it, the smoother it became, Wang Mu was particularly experienced in the copper knife falling into the air, knowing that Wan Chun would dodge sideways, and after falling into the air, Wang Mu's copper knife knife smashed over.

"Bang!"

With a muffled snort, Wan Chun withdrew from the three zhang and looked at Wang Mu with a slightly solemn look, Wang Mu's complexion did not change superbly, and he didn't even show his pride, just watching Wan Chun retreat, he also stopped attacking.

In just a short contact, although Wan Chun is arrogant, his cultivation is not weak, and he dares to fight him in close quarters, and he can even pull away and push away, which is really good!

"No wonder you can be domineering in the Blood Sect, it turns out that you are a person of physical cultivation, but your master Lingtai Sect Master is not a physical cultivator, is it a mad immortal professor?" Wan Chun felt that he had retreated to a safe distance, and he was able to attack Wang Mu, so he asked.

Wang Mu stood calmly, and did not answer Wan Chun at all, making Wan Chun feel insulted, if Wang Mu knew, he would definitely explain, the battle between the two powers, and the mood to ask a lot of nonsense, isn't it distracting his energy! The bloodsucking Dafa prepares early and responds at any time.

The Dao technique of the Ziyang Sect is mainly strong and domineering, even if the water trick is cast, it is a feeling of a monstrous flood, and there is no sense of endless murmuring of the Lingtai Sect.

Wan Chun's long sword stood on the ground, and he kept pinching out one after another hand tricks, and he could already cast simple spiritual tricks in the middle stage of qi refining, without the help of a talisman.

The wind blew through Wan Chun, and the direction was changed, constantly changing the direction in all directions, and constantly drifting around Wang Mu's body, wanting to bind Wang Mu, Wang Mu was a little surprised by the sudden change in the wind, holding the copper knife in his hand, and the blood-red water droplet was already suspended on the other hand.

"If you can let me cast this spell, you are already my Wan Chun's fierce opponent, and if you can defeat this spell, it can be regarded as worthy of your title of Demon Star!" Wan Chun smiled at Wang Mu, his Dao spell had been cast.

"Senior brother, why haven't I seen Senior Brother Wan Chun's spiritual formula?" Li Shuang approached Zhu Lin and asked.

Zhu Lin was a little surprised: "Senior Brother Wan Chun can cast this spell, I am also a little surprised, it seems that this time the Demon Star King Mu will be defeated here." Senior Brother Wan Chun, he is using a Dao technique that can only be cast in the late stage of qi refining, the Spirit Sword Binding Technique!"

"Spirit Sword Binding Technique!" Li Shuang was surprised, "It's actually this exercise, Senior Brother Wan Chun is really the most talented disciple of my Purple Yang Sect, and being able to walk with Senior Brother Wan Chun is also a great help to my cultivation!"

Zhu Lin didn't care about Li Shuang, he felt that the current Li Shuang was already a rotten wood and was not worthy of being with him, but he was still extremely shocked that Wan Chun could use the spirit sword binding technique, and even quietly took two steps back, exposing Li Shuang's body to the front. He felt that Wang Mu would not be ambushed so easily, otherwise how could he leave from the hands of the Blood Sect Ancestor, who was an old-timer who had built a foundation and cultivated.

The wind around Wang Mu kept squeezing, but it didn't touch Wang Mu, but just stood in his eight directions and continued to condense, and finally formed a three-foot-long sword blade floating beside Wang Mu.

"This method is an extremely powerful spiritual trick of my Ziyang Sect, the spirit sword binding technique! It is my strongest technique, if you can break this technique, Wan Chun will let you go, if you can't still obediently follow me to the Blood Sect to ask for guilt, for the sake of the good face of the Ziyang Sect and your Lingtai Sect, I will intercede for you, the Blood Sect will still give you a thin face, and will not take your life!" Wan Chun's face was a little pale, this spell was forcibly cast by him, and the consumption was huge, not that he could perform it in this realm.

Seeing the eight spirit swords suspended by Wang Mu's side, fortunately he had the spirit sword on his body, otherwise there was really no way to cast the spirit sword projection of this Dao method, unless it was in the late stage of qi refining, he could refine the spirit weapon, and then he could use the power of the spirit weapon to display his own spirit technique.

The more powerful the spirit trick, the more slow it is for the cultivators with low cultivation to cast the spell, and the more consumed it is, Wan Chun is now panting, and some weak bodies can see the power of this spirit trick.

But Wang Mu stood in the spirit trick, he didn't feel the slightest killing intent, and he was a little puzzled, was it not what Wang Mu thought that Wan Chun had cast such a powerful spirit trick.

The spirit sword was suspended around, forming an octagonal shape, and Wang Mu stretched out his hand and quietly touched the gap between the spirit sword and the spirit sword.

A streak of blood appeared on his hand, dripping onto the bronze blade.