Mochizuki Hall is an extremely simple and majestic palace, and when he walked to the gate of the palace, Jian Qingyu found that the gate of this palace was even taller than the gate of Sword City. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After Jian Qingyu, Lin Caicheng and the others also followed, but in addition to the Daomen, only one or two people from each family sect chose to walk towards this Moon Palace, and among the scattered cultivation, there was only one gray-haired old man who was in the late congenital stage and did not choose to give up.

As the last cultivator entered the Mochizuki Hall, the palace gate slammed shut.

Jian Qingyu looked up, this palace was extremely open and empty, in the main hall, except for the palace gate behind him, there were walls all around, there were no carved beams and paintings, and there were no decorative decorations.

But it is precisely in such a sealed palace that there is neither darkness nor suffocation!

"Welcome to Mochizuki-den!"

An old voice echoed in the main hall, the sword and green jade followed the prestige, above the main hall, the blood cloud surged, and the blood-colored light reflected the entire hall into blood!

"In the Shura Tower, defeat the opponent, break through the level, get a great chance, defeat a hundred opponents, you can or give it, defeat ten opponents, you are qualified to live!"

"The survivors of the first level can enter the Moon Palace, they can be given, heaven and earth treasures, magic weapons, magic powers, all-encompassing, those who get treasures live, and those who have no treasures die!"

"Those who have treasure live, and those who do not have treasure die......"

The cold voice echoed in the main hall, and the surging blood cloud light dissipated, instantly disintegrating into ten light clusters, flying in all directions.

"Ten Ways!"

Jian Qingyu's complexion changed slightly, and now there are more than thirty people in this hall, but there are only ten treasures!

The others also had gloomy faces, and they all shot out to chase after the light cluster closest to them, and the empty hall was instantly chaotic!

Jian Qingluo, who was covered by a black robe, was like electricity, and his speed was extremely fast, and he was the first to appear in front of a blood-colored light cluster, and then kicked on the blood-colored light cluster, and the blood-colored light cluster suddenly turned to fly towards Jian Zhen Gong.

Jian Zhen was overjoyed, and hurriedly jumped towards the blood-colored light cluster, Xing Leilong, Xing Huayu and other four innate masters suddenly jumped out and grabbed the blood-colored light cluster!

In the melee, I don't know who kicked the blood-colored light out again!

Jian Qingyu's gaze was about to withdraw from the scuffling crowd, when he suddenly noticed a sound of breaking wind flying towards him, and a blood-colored light came into view.

Jian Qingyu didn't look at it, and hurriedly raised his hand to grab it, but the blood-colored light that shot at him suddenly changed direction and passed under his armpit.

I was a little surprised in my heart, but Jian Qingyu's face suddenly changed again, and I saw that among the people who were originally chasing this blood-colored light cluster, one of them actually grabbed him!

Without thinking about it, Jian Qingyu clenched his right hand into a fist and suddenly burst out, colliding with that person.

"Late congenital stage!"

Jian Qingyu took three steps back in a row to stabilize his figure, and the person who attacked him also took three steps back, looked at Jian Qingyu in shock, and exclaimed!

"The Book of Laws?"

Jian Qingyu raised his eyes to look at the man, and his face became gloomy.

The person who attacked him was the first seat of Chiyun Peak who had shot at him at the martial arts conference, the father of Zhenhao - the Law Sutra!

"Boy, I didn't expect you to reach the late innate realm so quickly!"

Fa Jing looked at Jian Qingyu with a gloomy face, his eyes were full of hatred, and he gritted his teeth.

Jian Qingyu looked at the Fa Sutra lightly, was silent, and slowly pulled out the Heavenly Falling Divine Sword, and the aura around his body rose.

He has a murderous feud with the Fajing, this encounter, there must be a life and death fight, at this moment the battle for the treasure is imminent, the only way to go all out, as soon as possible to kill it!

"Today I will take your head and pay tribute to my son!"

Fa Jing screamed, pulled out the long sword on his back, his figure flashed, and stabbed at the sword Qingyu!

The sword Qingyu's complexion remained unchanged, and the blood-colored light of the Heavenly Fallen Divine Sword was great, and the sword light flashed, and it was stabbed on the long sword of the Dharma Sutra!

"Bell ......"

A crisp voice sounded, and the long sword of the Dharma Sutra broke inch by inch.

"You...... You ......"

Fa Jing's eyes widened, his face was full of disbelief, his chest had been pierced by the Heavenly Falling Divine Sword, and his entire heart had been instantly shattered by the sword qi!

Half a year ago, Jian Qingyu was still an ant-like existence in his eyes, who would have thought that in just half a year, he would not be the enemy of Jian Qingyu!

Jian Qingyu lightly withdrew the Heavenly Fall Divine Sword, and even though he was out of breath, he still stared at the magic scripture, his body flashed, and he rushed towards a blood-colored light cluster not far away again!

On the other side, a blood-colored light cluster flew in all directions, and Jian Zhenxuan, Xing Leilong and others chased after each other, but because everyone held each other back, no one could catch up with them, and they couldn't catch them.

At this moment, Jian Qingluo's figure flashed, intercepted in front of the blood-colored light cluster, slapped the blood-colored light cluster with one palm, and suddenly slapped it above the main hall, Jian Zhen and the others jumped up, but Jian Qingluo reached out with both hands, grabbed the feet of Xing Leilong and the others, and stopped them!

Xing Leilong and the others' faces changed slightly, and they hurriedly reached out and grabbed Jian Zhen Columbia, but Jian Zhen Columbia was agitated, jumped up, raised his body a foot high, pulled out, and grabbed the blood-colored light cluster!

"Sword City Lord, I'm sorry! This treasure is mine!"

A loud laugh sounded, but Lin Caicheng suddenly flew over, grabbing the blood-colored light cluster!

Seeing this, Jian Zhen's face changed, and then his face showed a fierce look, and he didn't even grab the blood-colored light cluster, and slapped his hands towards Lin Caicheng together!

Lin Caicheng didn't care about grabbing the blood-colored light cluster anymore, his palms met the sword shock, the strong wind spread, and both of them flew upside down with their bodies to both sides!

"Amitabha!"

An old voice sounded, and the bitter virtue that was most of the damage to the robe had already jumped out of the strong wind, grabbing the blood-colored light cluster!

"Uncle Abbot, be careful!"

Jian Qingyu's face changed greatly, and he snorted.

As soon as the words fell, Jian Qingluo had already jumped out of the strong wind and slapped his palm on Kude's back.

Kude suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and threw it away, but the blood-colored light cluster in his hand was suddenly full of light, and in a breath, Kude was completely enveloped in it, and before Kude landed, the figure disappeared!

"Damn!"

Jian Zhenyu looked at the disappearing bitterness with an ugly face, and then looked at Lin Caicheng, with a cold glint in his eyes.

Lin Caicheng smiled slightly, quickly turned around, and chased after other blood-colored light clusters!

In the main hall, the sword green jade scabbard swept over, forcing Fa Yun and Su Yu, the patriarch of the Su family, to retreat, and then retreated to chase after the blood-colored light cluster.

Seeing Jian Qingyu chasing after him, Yang Xuying's complexion changed slightly, his footsteps paused slightly, and a strange figure suddenly appeared in front of Jian Qingyu, and the golden sword in his hand instantly came out of its sheath and stabbed at Jian Qingyu.

Jian Qingyu only poked out two fingers, and then grabbed Yang Xuying's sword, and then flicked his fingers, the long sword trembled, and Jian Qingyu jumped suddenly, grabbing the blood-colored light cluster!

Although Yang Xuying has now broken through to the realm of the middle stage of innate nature, there is still a big gap compared to Jian Qingyu, the long sword trembled, and his arm trembled, and he couldn't make a sword anymore!

Jian Qingluo's gaze slowly withdrew from the place where the figure of the Bitter Virtue Divine Monk disappeared, and he turned his head indifferently to look at Jian Qingyu who was taking the lead, chasing the blood-colored light cluster of Jian Qingyu, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a sneer appeared on his face.

"Caught!"

Seeing that the blood-colored light cluster was about to arrive, Jian Qingyu was slightly happy in his heart.

However, just as the smile on his face bloomed, it suddenly changed, and his right hand hurriedly clenched into a fist and smashed towards the left side of his body!

The fists and palms intersected, the strong wind spread, and the bodies of both of them involuntarily retreated.

At this moment, a phantom flashed by, and Yang Xuying had already grabbed the blood-colored light cluster, looked at Jian Qingyu and Jian Qingluo with a smile, and grinned: "Thank you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body was shrouded in blood-colored light and disappeared into the main hall!

At the same time, Yun Su'er also captured a blood-colored light cluster and disappeared.

"Do you want to fight here?"

Jian Qingyu smiled lightly and looked like Jian Qingluo.

Jian Qingluo looked at Jian Qingyu with a solemn face, and then grinned and said, "This is not the place where you and I will fight!"

Before the words fell, Jian Qingluo had already flown away.

Jian Qingyu smiled faintly, his gaze turned to the direction of Xing Leilong, the head of the Xing family, and Yang Qi, the head of the Yang family, and flew away.

Xing Leilong and Yang Qi surrounded the blood-colored light in the middle with a very tacit understanding, and when others came to seize it, they joined forces to fight against the enemy, and when no one came to seize it, they fought with each other.

Seeing Jian Qingyu coming, both of them changed their faces slightly, and they didn't care about the blood-colored light cluster, and joined forces to attack Jian Qingyu.

"Boom!"

The Heavenly Fall Divine Sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and the blood color flashed away, Xing Leilong and Yang Qi vomited blood and threw it away, not only the protective body qi around them was shattered, but even the saber was cut off in an instant!

However, Jian Qingyu's speed remained the same, and he had already quickly passed through the two of them, grabbing the blood-colored light cluster in one hand!