Mu Wufang's jade mouth opened slightly, her beautiful eyes rippled, she had imagined countless endings, but they were all defeated and tragic deaths of Mo Chen, but now Mo Chen has no appearance of being injured, and there is no damage at all!

And Bai Yangyu, who was in mid-air, never expected that his fierce light spell would have no effect on Mo Chen.

In the end, he is too conceited and underestimates the world.

"Kill!"

Bai Yangyu regrouped his posture, and with another soft snort, the whole person once again bloomed with blazing light, sweeping all over the circle.

When the yin and yang turned, the heavens and the earth changed, and there was an endless sand storm all around, and the light was like a starry night.

Suddenly, in the midst of everyone's amazement, the light did not rise and shrink, and in the midst of the brilliance, it turned into two bright silver wings, emitting divine brilliance, and the breath was extremely terrifying!

"It's actually the secret of condensing light and turning feathers!" Among the crowd, a knowledgeable person blurted out directly, saying the name of the Xuan Gong made by Bai Yangyu.

It is rumored that in ancient times, there was a sect called Guangyu Sect, and the monks in it were all the general outline of the exercises, and the light was condensed into the body and turned into a pure light element.

The profound cultivator of the Light Feather Sect, when he was fighting, the light yuan bloomed and turned into two silver light giant wings.

The flickering light is dazzling, like a blazing sun hanging across the sky, and the momentum is so amazing that even the earth will be scorched by this blazing light.

"No wonder the Bai family can rise in hundreds of years, it turns out that Bai Yangyu got the inheritance of the Guangyu Sect from nowhere. Some interested people began to speculate.

"It is said that this 'condensation of feathers' is divided into five stages, fireflies, feathers, wings, moon, and sun. At first, it is surrounded by fireflies, and then the feathers are turned into feathers, and the wings are condensed, and then one step up can be transformed into the moon and sun, and the light is dazzling. A monk who was familiar with the Light Feather Sect looked at the silver wings that were constantly flapping in the sky, and said, "It seems that this Bai family master has cultivated to the third-order wing realm, and according to the level of light, he has faintly advanced towards the moon realm. ”

When the monk beside him heard this, his face was also full of solemnity, obviously there were many forces who did not want to hear this news.

At this moment, there was an earth-shattering sound of "boom!".

It turned out that Bai Yangyu had already finished transporting, and between the circulation of Xuangong, he was invincible and killed in front of Mo Chen again.

He spread a pair of silver wings and released the light element that burned everything, like two snow-bright heavenly knives, slashing downward, drawing a fiery and terrifying trajectory, and swept away.

Mo Chen knew the depths, how dare he slack off, he had experienced the collision of Fang Cai, and he had already understood that the limit of the Wind Owl Inheritance was the strong move that Bai Yangyu had just sent.

His eyes froze, and he once again turned on the Wind Owl Inheritance, and the torn crack in the sky extended again, and the cyan wind that was several times stronger than before roared, blessing his body.

But what he didn't expect was that after Bai Yangyu used the Bright Winged Heavenly Knife, he immediately took out a simple and thick Juyuan Great Bow from the Na Ring, pulled out a fine iron arrow, and aimed it at the ink dust.

"Boom!"

Bai Yangyu's place, with the removal of the Juyuan big bow, the wind and thunder burst, the arc of electricity, he pulled the bowstring, the muscles on his body bulged, the whole body trembled, and then with a loud "bang", the bowstring shook, and the arrow feathers shot angrily.

"Click!"

There seemed to be a thunderbolt in the sky, deafening, the space around Bai Yangyu was torn apart, and a pitch-black mouth was directly torn out, flying sand and stones, thunder and lightning, as for the arrow feather, it was with an arc, directly crashing into the place of ink dust.

"Be careful!" Mu Wufang couldn't help but exclaim, and the monks around him endured the severe pain, looking intently, for fear of missing a certain detail.

Bai Yangyu used all his strength, and the remaining two blows were in unison, not giving Mo Chen any respite, and the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, not to mention that he had suffered a loss just now because of carelessness.

Seeing this, Mochen also used his limit, the wind was turning, the wind was howling, and there were endless thunders gushing out, and the thunder covered his body.

Life and death are all in this instant!

In an instant, the intersection of the knife and the wind, the collision of light and thunder, and the blink of an eye wiped out a terrifying rainbow.

There is no earth-shattering roar, Bai Yangyu's blades and arrows are extremely sharp, the pressure is like a mountain descending, and the momentum exuded by the strong move is as turbulent as the sea of blood of the same asura, and the hidden immortal Buddha chanting manifests in the void, which is more grand than the Tianlong chanting of Buddhism.

Bai Yangyu's people, Bai Yangyu's strength, have all been combined to become an unbreakable whole, and he can burst out with a great power that ordinary people can't imagine with his hands and feet, urging mountains and seas.

The heavy snow that was originally blowing between the heavens and the earth, under these two tricks, disappeared without a trace, and there was no snow left.

It was as if the boundless killing trick directly attacked Mo Chen, and when he raised his hand, the wind and clouds surged, and this seemingly weak breeze kept tearing and shattering the aurora.

The extremely strong two moves, which were originally unstoppable, were actually like this, and under the shocked eyes of everyone, they were blocked by this green and soft wind.

It can't be said to be blocked, but it slows down the power of the light blade, the wind is to the limit, and the surging light still destroys the wind circle and destroys the clear wind, but when it comes to Mo Chen, the power of the light blade seems to have changed from a big river to a stream, even if it hits Mo Chen, it will not cause any damage.

What is strongest may not be strong, and what is softest may not be weak, and this is the power of softness.

The light blade dissipated, but the ink dust was still dignified, because Bai Yangyu immediately killed with an earth-shattering arrow, this is the real killing move.

Bai Yangyu had already seen through what the ink dust made must be an extremely strong defensive technique, so instead of being slowly eliminated by it one move at a time, it was better to use two moves, the light blade as the vanguard of the enemy, tear through the wind wall, and then the power of the strong arrow directly took the life of the ink dust.

"Boom!"

The powerful arrow completely exploded, accompanied by a thunderous explosion, smashing into the ground, completely engulfing the ink dust.

If Bai Yangyu used his hand before, he could collapse and crack, then his arrow is annihilation, and everything that can be touched by the annihilation arrow will disappear without strength or weakness.

The blazing arc stretched from the center of the explosion, and several heavenly thunderbolts fell from the sky inexplicably and abruptly, breaking into the Bai family monks and falling into the crowd of monks who entered the audience.

The monks around them were all frightened and fled in a hurry, for fear that the arc lightning would strike them.

Thinking about it carefully, who can withstand this kind of power if it really hits one's body?

Many monks finally understood why the Bai family was invincible in Dingdong City, because the Bai family had such capital, this bow, this arrow, could be shocking.

Countless monks hurriedly dodged, but there were still people with advanced cultivation who were not afraid of this terrifying arc.

Mu Wufang is one of them.

Her eyes were fixed on the center of the explosion, not letting go.

Gradually, the explosion gradually subsided, and the surrounding monks also stopped dodging, and between heaven and earth, only Bai Hanchi's heavy gasping sound resounded.

Everyone is paying attention to where the ink dust is.

"Tick ...... Tick ......"

The sound of blood flowing, the figure gradually emerged, the ink dust was still standing in place, and a faint black gas overflowed from his body, but in the smoke and dust, no one could distinguish it.

Blood flowed from his arms, staining the ruined earth beneath his feet.

"The head of the Bai family, concede!"