The melee on the high pavilion continued, the masters of all walks of life fought with each other, the aura was mixed, and they swept the ring, but there was only one corner where no one approached.

That is the corner where Lei Wuya and Li Xiaobai are located, at this time Lou Yun and Mo Lingfan have been fighting, Lan Ling fingering, Gu Ming taught him his self-created exercises, Mo Lingfan has already used it, I saw the blue light jumping between his hands, and his face was calm.

The Shadow Trace was pushed to the extreme, wandering wildly on the edge of the ring, and at the same time shooting out countless blue lights, the Dao contained amazing spiritual power.

Lou Yun has never seen the exercises, and in surprise, the movements in his hands do not fall, and the pitch-black long sword once again exudes a charming black rhyme, Lou Family Sword Spectrum, Charm Ghost Sword!

The wet poison sword turned into thousands of sword shadows, blocking the blue light one after another, and the black gas collided with the blue light, dissipating invisible.

Mo Lingfan's last blue light, he shouted, "Blue Spirit Finger Sword!"

"There are many phantoms!" Lou Yun also raised the wet poison sword again, and countless black shadows poured out of the sword, the black shadow was mysterious, and he didn't know what it was.

Under the collision of the blue light and the black shadow, the blue light actually fell slightly into the wind, and Mo Lingfan only felt that there was a cold entity sword intent coming from the black shadow, as if it was an entity of aura.

Hua Long was on the high platform and said to himself: "This set of swordsmanship ghost swords of the Lou family is powerful by relying on the realization of spiritual energy. Mo Lingfan's martial arts and swordsmanship are illusory, and it is difficult to win!"

Mo Lingfan became more and more difficult to parry, and after he had no weapon, Lan Ling's finger sword was deflated again, and he was greatly injured at this time.

"If you want to deal with the spiritual power of this entity, you can only rely on strength. But I can't learn my art well!" Mo Lingfan sighed.

"Brother, I just asked you to let me, if you don't let me, let's go down together!" Lou Yun said fiercely.

The attack was a ruthless move, the black qi swirled around the body of the wet poison sword, and one after another phantoms appeared in mid-air, and Lou Yun slowly turned hideous, "Go die!" As he shouted, the wet poison sword came out of his hand and went straight to Mo Lingfan.

Offstage, Wuwu was looking for Lou Yun everywhere, and he felt a strong uneasiness, which was the strange aura from Lou Yun.

"Lingfan!" Worry-free just saw Lou Yun's sword flying towards Mo Lingfan!, and shouted.

"Worry-free!" Mo Lingfan also shouted his name, and the purple light rose sharply, and the golden bell jar blocked in front of Mo Lingfan, and the phantom pierced through the worry-free golden bell jar, breaking the restraint of the purple light.

Worry-free responded and retreated to Mo Lingfan's body, and both of them were knocked out of the ring.

Mo Lingfan used his body to support Wu Wu, he fell down, and with a muffled snort, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and he swallowed it alive, "Wu Wu, no worries! You're okay! Monk! Monk!" Mo Lingfan shook him desperately.

"Don't shake it, monk, I saved you, and you're going to murder me!" said Carefree with squinted eyes.

Mo Lingfan looked at the worry-free who woke up with tears in his eyes, smiled, and said happily: "It's okay, it's okay!"

"Come on, we're out, it's up to them!" said Sansso-Nine, still smiling.

"Still thinking about others, let me see if you're seriously injured!" Mo Lingfan was about to reach out to check the pulse of worry-free.

"I'm fine!" said Wuwu as he took his hand back and climbed up on his own.

glanced at Lou Yun, smiled faintly, and Lou Yun stopped caring about them after glancing at him.

The ring also fell silent instantly after Wu Wu and Mo Lingfan landed, and the rest of the monks turned their eyes to Lou Yun.

The strong have always been the target of the public, and when one person is strong, everyone else will unite and attack the most powerful person.

At this moment, Lou Yun is this strong man, he knocked Wuwu and Mo Lingfan out of the ring with one blow, and Li Xiaobai and Lei Wuya's aura has not yet recovered, and now in the eyes of everyone, he is the only stumbling block to becoming the future heir of the top of the gun hall, so everyone unanimously locked the target of the attack to Lou Yun!

Lou Yun sensed everyone's hostility, and looked at Li Xiaobai and Lei Wuya in front of him, he turned around and said fiercely with a ruthless look in his eyes: "Xiaoman can marry these two fools, but he can't marry you vulgar people!"

"Come on, I'll kill you first!" he shouted indifferently with his sword.

Hua Long also praised slightly: "I have to say, the man has a bit of blood!"

"Hmph!" Hua Xiaoman snorted coldly!

At this time, not far from the ring, a little sister-in-law secretly hid behind the stone pillar, looking at Lou Yun in the ring, revealing a on her face!

In the ring, Lou Yun's words obviously aroused public anger, and everyone gathered and moved, and the spiritual power of several people united fluctuated, like a torrent in the sea, and swept straight towards Lou Yun.

And his wet poison sword, the sword light was high, and his face was not afraid at all, but instead urged his spiritual power to usher in everyone.

The sword light and sword shadow, the ghost sword of the magic is amazing, a wet poison cuts countless sharp swords and crazy knives, and one after another black phantoms, with a touch of weirdness and mystery, shuttle through the crowd, wet poison wielding, swords and swords fierce.

The smell of blood on the field gradually became stronger, Lou Yun was completely red-eyed, and only when he saw the blood did he stop his hand, and shouted in his mouth: "With you, marry Xiaoman?"

The damp poison sword qi changed from pitch black to dark, he turned into a black cloud, stabbed left and right, and fought with everyone again, and finally a monk with good cultivation fought with him, Lou Yun's aura supply was insufficient, and a mouthful of blood spit out, and the blood splashed on the damp poison sword.

The sword turned dark red, the sword qi became more pure, and the feeling of the entity became more obvious, the sacrificial blood of the ghost sword!

Lou Yun flipped his body and fought with that person again, at this moment that person was no longer his opponent, between the two breaths, the victory or defeat was decided, and the monk flew out upside down, his face pale.

"Now I'll give you a chance, all go down!" Lou Yun shouted domineeringly, holding the wet poison sword in his hand.

Everyone was injured large and small under Fang Cai's hand, endured the pain, and looked at him angrily, but they had no choice but to retreat.

At this time, Ling Fan and Wuwu were also in the audience, looking at it very carefully, "The ghost sword of the ghost is a kind of swordsmanship that turns spiritual power into its own characteristics, and this kind of swordsmanship is as dexterous as a ghost, which lies in the use of spiritual power of this entity. Mo Lingfan analyzed.

"As for the cracking method, it is to break the surface with a point, a powerful direct blow!" said without worrying about it. But his complexion was not what it used to be.

Everyone on the stage threw away the short sword in their hands and walked off the stage unwillingly.

Lou Yun remained motionless and watched them leave the scene one by one. On the high pavilion, Hua Long and Hua Xiaoman also looked at this scene, Hua Long was also slightly moved, and thought: "Maybe if my daughter marries him, she will also be well protected!"

"Be careful!" Hua Xiaoman suddenly shouted to Lou Yun.

A monk who was about to step down suddenly pulled out the short knife hidden in his sleeve and stabbed Lou Yun with his back to him.

As soon as Hua Xiaoman's voice fell, Lou Yun turned the wet poison sword in his hand, changed from holding the sword forward to the ** sword, and suddenly stabbed backwards, the wet poison sword was long, and the man's short sword was not enough, so he was pierced through the chest.