After all, the Mo Feather Crane had just been born, and his body was immature, and he didn't dare to use all his strength under the fear of Wuchenzi, and he flew into the air several times in a row.

At the same time, Daochen Zhenren quietly cast a spell and flew to the other end, and if Mo Yuhe ran further, he would crash into his arms.

This time, Daochen Zhenren's intentions were exposed, and Wuchenzi couldn't help but get angry when he saw Daochen Zhenren coming up at this time, and scolded angrily: "Daochen! What do you want to do? Get out of the way!"

In a hurry, even the senior brother stopped shouting.

If you want to be the leader, this is an excellent opportunity, how can Daochen Zhenren let it go? At the moment, he was scolded by Wuchenzi and trembled, but he still stabilized his body, and replied stubbornly: "Mo Yu Crane is an ownerless beast, whoever has the ability is whoever!"

Wuchenzi was angry and angry, the matter had come to this, the two of them had already torn their faces, he turned around and shouted: "What are you still doing in a daze? Stop Dao Chen!"

The monkey old ghost and the others behind him were stunned for a moment, although they were a little resistant to Wuchenzi's orders, but they were promoted by Wuchenzi into the mountain gate, and they were not as powerful as Daochen Zhenren, so they naturally didn't dare to turn their faces with Wuchenzi, and they all responded, took out magic weapons, or imperial objects, or flew away, and rushed to the front of Daochen Zhenren.

Daochen Zhenren had already taken precautions, took out a brass mirror from his pocket, blocked it in front of him, and said something in his mouth, and in an instant, the blue light was masterful, and the brass mirror burst out with dazzling light, forming a huge wall of light in front of Daochen Zhenren.

Xin Yibo was surprised: "Daochen is really willing to give up his book, and even took out the gossip mirror." ”

Han Yu Zhenren sighed: "This gossip mirror is one of the supreme magic weapons of my Qiyun Temple, it seems that Daochen Zhenren is determined to compete for the Moyu Crane." ”

When several mountain gates saw the gossip mirror, they were all shocked, and they stopped in mid-air, and Wuchenzi urged: "I also hope that all the junior brothers will help me, and after the matter is completed, I will give each of you ten high-grade pills!"

Several mountain gates glanced at each other, gritted their teeth, and took out all kinds of magic weapons from the Qiankun bag, and several dark blue rays of light rose into the sky, bursting towards the Daochen real person not far away, and slammed into the defensive wall formed by the Bagua Mirror.

Suddenly, an astonishing mana fluctuation erupted in the Qianxi Mountains, and the low-level disciples who were still fighting under the cliff were so shocked that they shouted loudly, hurriedly threw away the weapons in their hands, and covered their ears tightly.

Rao is Qiu Ze is far away, and he is also dissatisfied and frightened, Han Yu Zhenren pressed his forehead, and a warm current flowed out of Han Yu Zhenren's palm, Qiu Ze's trembling heart, under the effect of the warm current, became much clearer, and said to Han Yu Zhenren: "Thank you Uncle Shi for coming to the rescue." ”

Han Yu Zhenren waved his hand and looked at the cliff: "Crazy, crazy......"

Just between the fighting methods of a few people, the Mo Feather Crane had already stumbled in front of Daochen Zhenren, and it also sensed the danger here, just when Daochen Zhenren reached out to grab it, "Squeak" screamed a few times, turned around, and ran towards a high place.

The boiled duck suddenly fled when it came to his hand, and Daochen Zhenren panicked downward: "Zixu, come and help me!"

Zixu and more than a dozen junior disciples were fighting with the rest of the senior disciples of the mountain gate on the cliff, and when they heard the master's call, they hurriedly withdrew and flew to Daochen Zhenren's side.

"Help me stop them!"

Daochen Zhenren hurriedly spoke, let go of the hand that grabbed the gossip mirror, and chased in the direction of the Mo Yuhe.

Zixu nodded solemnly, took the gossip mirror, and injected his mana into it.

Wuchenzi grabbed the crane with a heartfelt heart, and when he saw Daochen Zhenren running in front of him, he couldn't help but snort coldly, and wiped his hand on the Qiankun bag on his waist, only to see that the cold suddenly enveloped his body, and a sword was sacrificed by him.

The sword is blue and light through the body, and the sword body is engraved with strange literary colors, and before Wuchenzi has injected mana into it, the cold qi spreads out from the entire sword body, and on the blade, the cold qi has formed a terrifying murderous aura, which is held in Wuchenzi's hand, showing its violent nature!

"Qinghong Sword? Wuchenzi is also crazy?"

Rao is indifferent Han Yu Zhenren, and he can't help but be surprised.

Xin Yibo raised his eyebrows: "Qinghong Sword is the peerless sword that ranks ninth on the sword list, it seems that Wuchenzi is really angry!"

Qiu Ze asked, "Master, what is the Sword List?"

"The sword list is the ranking of the famous swords in the Central Plains, the Qinghong sword in the hands of Wuchenzi ranks ninth, it was taken from the hands of an opponent many years ago, this sword is the supreme magic weapon of Wuchenzi, for hundreds of years, I only saw him use it twice, but I didn't expect to be lucky today, I saw the third time, the old man of Daochen had a hard time!"

Wu Chenzi held the Qinghong Sword in his hand, quickened his pace, and stabbed out towards the back of the Daochen real person in front of him.

"Roar!!"

Before the Qinghong Sword got close, the sword blade let out a roar, and the cold air became thicker, as if the heavens and the earth were trembling.

Daochen Zhenren, who was running in front, had a cold back, he was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect to force Wuchenzi's Qinghong Sword out, the fury of this sword, he had seen it, he didn't dare to hold it up, and he also took out his own sword from the Qiankun bag.

Daochen Zhenren's saber is simple and simple in shape, and the blade seems to feel the existence of a strong enemy, and it is agitated by itself, and its fighting spirit surges!

With the same strength, the difference between the high and low weapons used by the opponent can often determine the direction of victory or defeat, although the sword of Daochen Zhenren is also a rare treasure, but the Qinghong Sword of Wuchenzi is the ninth sword in the sword list after all, and between the two swords, the superiority is standing!

I saw that Wuchenzi raised his sword and fell, and the cold suddenly hit Daochen Zhenren's body, and Daochen Zhenren couldn't bear it, and took a few steps back.

Wuchenzi didn't give up, the cold on his body became more and more intense, and he was in the air, shouting: "Xuanbing Sword Duel, get up!"

The Qinghong Sword was immediately divided into more than twenty swords in mid-air, each with a furious cold air, forming a dazzling sword array.

Qiu Ze had seen Zicheng perform the Xuanbing Sword Duel, but Zicheng's sword attainments were like clouds and mud compared to Wuchenzi's accomplishments!

Wuchenzi used his sword trick, his face was calm, and he was smooth!

In the conjured sword array, each phantom sword pointed directly at the life gate of Daochen Zhenren, and the killing intent in the air was exposed, condensed into a suffocating terrifying coercion, and the kind of cold ice that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was seen by everyone, and they couldn't help but tremble.