"Any core disciple will have several magic weapons, and if they continue to fight for a long time, there will inevitably be accidents. Thinking of this, gritting his teeth, Wang Fei slapped the storage bag again.

Just when Wang Fei and Zhang Jian were fighting, in another ring, Mo Lianmeng at this time indifferently threw out all kinds of magic weapons, and the core disciple who fought against him didn't have the slightest power to fight back, and he had to admit defeat after just a few breaths.

For this scene on Mo Lianmeng's ring, it immediately caused a lot of sensation, and many disciples were excited, in an uproar, and shouting.

"Hmph!" After winning, Mo Lianmeng looked up at Mo Wentianhou in the high stands, and deliberately snorted coldly with a straight face.

At this moment, Mo Wentian, who was on the high stands, also blinked, and shook his head with a wry smile, "Mo Wentian knows that this niece of his at this time must be because she admitted defeat when she fought against Wang Fei, and she was angry with herself in her heart, and that look was clearly saying, what is Wang Fei, even if it is a core disciple, he has no power to fight back in front of him!"

"Why have I never heard of this Senior Sister Mo before, Senior Sister Mo is so beautiful. At this time, an outer disciple muttered with an obsessive look in his eyes.

"Senior Sister Mo is not only beautiful, she seems to be very rich, look at those magic weapons, if I also have so many magic weapons, I will definitely be able to enter the core disciples!"

"Senior Sister Mo is really Bai Fumei! If I can touch the hand of Bai Fumei like Senior Sister Mo, I will be satisfied to die. At this time, a very obscene outer disciple muttered to himself with drooling.

At this time, Wang Fei and Zhang Jian were in the ring, and they were all blown backwards by the force of the impact, and the corners of their mouths were overflowing with blood.

Just when everyone was salivating over Mo Lianmeng, the sound wave emitted by Zhang Jian's flute directly hit the flag surrounding Wang Fei, and Wang Fei retreated more than a dozen steps before stopping.

This flag is not only a magic weapon for protection, but also can be reversed! After this sound wave collided with the flag, it went straight to Zhang Jian faster.

At the same time, Wang Fei, who stopped in the retreat, held the spear that had already appeared in his hand with his right hand, and threw it at Zhang Jian, breaking through the air, roaring all the way, and also went straight to Zhang Qiang.

After Zhang Jian saw that the spear and the sound wave were roaring towards him almost at the same time, he sneered and said lightly: "If you only have this ability, you will definitely die today!"

Wang Fei gritted his teeth and slapped the storage bag again, and a stone seal immediately flew out of it, and the moment this stone seal appeared, a coercion spread, and even the people around the ring felt that it was difficult to breathe.

All the elders and peak masters in the high stands stared at the same time, and after Wang Fei grabbed the stone seal, he immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, which was instantly absorbed by the stone seal, and then Wang Fei threw it away again in the sky above Zhang Jian.

This stone seal grew in the wind, and immediately swelled and became larger, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a size of dozens of zhang, like a small mountain, and smashed down towards Zhang Jian from mid-air with a roar.

After Zhang Jian, who was sneering at this time, saw this scene, at this moment, a crisis immediately appeared in his mind, and he was even more shocked.

But at this moment, it was only a few feet away from the top of Zhang Jian's head, and the shock that brought Zhang Jian was far greater than anyone else's, for Zhang Jian at this time, Hao Ran was like a giant peak smashing towards him.

All of this happened in an instant, if there was only a spear and that sound wave, with Zhang Jian's cultivation of the eighth layer of dust, he could not care at all.

Zhang Jian, who was still sneering a few breaths ago, saw the giant peak above his head crashing down at this time, Zhang Jian's expression immediately distorted, and he showed a crazy color, and he couldn't care about the face of the core disciple anymore, and in desperation, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, spewing out a mouthful of blood mist, and the eighth-layer cultivation that came out of the dust burst out and roared: "Blood and Qi condense!"

This type of spell has been used by Hao Ran and Zhang Qiang before, but Zhang Qiang only has the cultivation of the fifth layer of dust, and at this time, Zhang Jian used this spell and the coercion when Zhang Qiang used it, but there is a world of difference!

At this time, Zhang Jian used this technique again, and saw that the blood mist instantly condensed with each other, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a bloody person, and this bloody man had bones, internal organs, and tendons and veins, almost forming a substance!

As soon as the bloody man appeared, his hands suddenly raised directly, and at the same time, the bloody man's feet slammed on the ground, and with a bang, he went straight to the giant peak that fell with a bang.

The size of this bloody man cannot be compared with the giant peak at all, but its momentum is only a little weaker! At this moment, under the collision, although the bloody man is not visible at all, when the giant peak that the stone seal turned into roars down, the whole body is slammed.

The roaring sound shook the sky in an instant, echoing in all directions, and the disciples who were closer to the ring were almost all buzzing in their minds at this time, and they quickly retreated.

The bloody man seemed to be unable to bear the weight of this giant peak, the whole body clicked continuously, and cracks appeared visible to the naked eye on the body, at this moment, the bloody man trembled slightly, and in the eyes of everyone, it collapsed, and the giant peak made of the stone seal made a thumping sound like thunder, and it turned back into a stone seal in an instant, and rolled back.

At this moment, the thousands of disciples around were all stunned, and after a breath, there was an immediate uproar, "What kind of magic weapon is this, how can this Wang Fei have such a magic weapon!"

"I said how dare Wang Fei have the courage to challenge the core disciples, and even the strongest among the core disciples, it turned out that he was relying on a strong magic weapon. ”

While the elders and peak masters on the high stands looked at this stone seal, the pupils of all their eyes contracted, only Mo Wentian's expression was as usual, but his heart was shocked at this time.

At the same time that the blood man and the mountain peak collapsed at the same time, the spear and the sound wave were already less than a foot away from Zhang Jian, Zhang Jian retreated frantically, and even slapped the storage bag in the retreat, and a jade slip immediately flew out of it.

After Zhang Jian grabbed the jade slip, he pinched it fiercely, and the jade slip was immediately shattered, turning into a light curtain in front of Zhang Jian, and with a bang, the spear and the sound wave hit the light curtain almost at the same time, and the spear immediately rolled back, and the sound wave dissipated directly.

Zhang Jian never imagined that Wang Fei would have such a magic weapon, Zhang Jian never thought that with his cultivation of the eighth layer of dust, he would fall to this step.

Even if Wang Fei could make Zhang Qiang have no power to fight back, he was still confident that it would be easy to kill Wang Fei.

Zhang Jian never thought that he underestimated Wang Fei, so that Zhang Qiang had no power to fight back, his cultivation was at most six layers out of the dust, in Zhang Jian's opinion, Wang Fei was just an outer disciple in the end, what did he do to fight with himself! But it was just a few breaths, and all this was directly reversed.

At the same time as Zhang Jian retreated, Wang Fei took a step forward, and the cultivation of the seventh layer of dust in his body exploded, and his right hand raised the spacer and slapped Zhang Jian three times in a row, which was the most basic technique of the outer disciples, Lianyun three beats.

Although Wang Fei is only a seventh-layer cultivator out of the dust, under the outburst, his momentum is not weaker than the eighth-layer of dust, and even stronger, comparable to the power of the ninth layer of dust!

After Wang Fei slapped three times, three illusory palm prints immediately appeared out of thin air, heading straight for Zhang Jian, and his speed was so fast that he approached Zhang Jian in the blink of an eye.

The technique of even the three beats of the clouds, all the disciples of the Ling Pavilion Sect knew it, this was the most basic technique, and even the entire Night Kingdom, and all the monks in the entire Dongzhou also knew it.

After Wang Fei slapped these three palms, the outer disciples and the inner disciples didn't see anything, more than ninety percent of them knew this type of spell, this type of spell was normal, even they could use this type of spell themselves.

But when these three palms fell in the eyes of the seven True Transmission disciples, they made all seven of them gasp, and even Mo Wentian and the elders and peak masters who saw it from a high place were shocked.

This technique of three beats of the clouds, a technique that even the inner disciples usually disdain, is even less worthy of mention in the eyes of the seven true disciples and Mo Wentian and the elders and peak masters in the high stands.

But at the moment when Wang Fei used Lianyun three beats, they suddenly felt that there seemed to be something unclear in this spell, not only its potential, but also its god, they had never found that Lianyun three beats would have such power.

Although any of the seven True Transmission disciples and the people in the stands could easily resist the three palms that Wang Fei made with a wave of their hands, if their cultivation was suppressed to the point where they were the same cultivation as Wang Fei, none of them would be able to accept this form.

At this moment, Zhang Jian, who was retreating, saw three palm prints roaring towards him, obviously the most ordinary spell, but it exuded an extremely strong power, and a life and death crisis that was even stronger than the one suddenly appeared in his mind, Zhang Jian at this moment looked hideous, and slapped the storage bag desperately, and five swords that emitted crystal light immediately flew out of it.

These five swords were raised with Zhang Jian's right hand, and they immediately rushed straight to the three palm prints that came from him, and at the same time, Zhang Jian roared in his mouth: "The sword array is destroyed!"

"At this time, Zhang Jian's heart is not only to avenge Zhang Qiang and fight for the family, but the dignity of being a core brother, and it is also related to his own life and death! If he loses, this Wang Fei will definitely kill himself, even if he doesn't kill himself, then he will no longer have the face to stay in Ling Ge Sect, if he is out of Ling Ge Sect and his own casual cultivation, with his cultivation of the eighth layer of dust, there will be no place to stand!"

As soon as these five swords came out, the outer disciples couldn't see anything, and even the inner disciples only faintly felt that this sword was very strong, but the core disciples and true disciples all stood up violently.

At this moment, even the elders and peak masters in the high stands were shocked, these five swords Hao Ran was the treasure given by the sect only as a core disciple.