In the face of the ice and fire blades played by the Taoist, Feng Muge could not abandon the halberd, but could only forcibly avoid it.

At the moment of life and death, Feng Muge burst out with a powerful force, and the Taoist did not notice it for a while, but he was overturned to the ground by Feng Muge Feng Muge.

Fortunately, Feng Muge was only concerned about avoiding at the moment, and did not pay attention to his own situation, otherwise he would have suffered.

The Taoist let go of the halberd, rolled to the side, stood up, and continued to chant the incantation.

After Feng Muge ran a distance, he suddenly found that the resistance in his hand had become lighter, and when he turned his head, he found that the Taoist had released the halberd and was chanting a mantra.

Feng Muge didn't dare to let the other party's spell succeed, seeing that he was no longer within the attack range of the Ice and Fire Blade, Feng Muge stopped his body and rushed in the direction of the Taoist with his halberd.

"Drink!"

Feng Muge exhaled and opened his voice, and when he was six miles away from the Taoist, Feng Muge jumped forward, raised the halberd obliquely, and slashed towards the Taoist.

Just as the halberd was about to come into contact with the Taoist, the Taoist completed the spell, raised his left hand high, and latticed the halberd with a moon blade. The Taoist opened his eyes, and swung the sun blade on his right hand, and with each swing, several wind blades flew out from the sun blade and cut towards Feng Muge.

In just a moment, more than a dozen wind blades flew towards Feng Muge.

Feng Muge fell to the ground, and in the face of the rapidly flying wind blade, he could only reluctantly lift the halberd up and use the halberd body to block the wind blade.

When Feng Muge raised the halberd, the first wind blade hit the halberd, the wind blade shattered, and the attached powerful force knocked Feng Muge back three steps away, but also helped Feng Muge to hold the halberd in front of him.

Putting the end of the halberd against the floor tiles, blocking hard, after more than a dozen wind blades, Feng Muge only withdrew twenty steps, but under such an impact, his body was a little unable to bear it, as if he was frozen.

The Taoist didn't give Feng Muge time to breathe, and the two blades swung together, and the ice and fire blades reappeared, and at the same time, the Taoist began to prepare for the next spell killing move.

Feng Muge moved his body slightly, let himself move, let out a muffled snort, blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, obviously suffering internal injuries, but he was able to move.

Roll to the left, avoiding the Ice and Fire Blade, Feng Muge is already far away from the Daoist at this moment, and the Daoist can cast a lot of spells at such a distance, and it is very unwise to forcibly rush over.

Feng Muge thought for a moment, turned around and ran in the direction of the palace gate, a hundred steps away in front of him, there was a knife, it was the dragon bird ring knife left by the first swordsman.

The distance of 100 steps was too far, so far that the Daoist had already completed the spell killing move, but fortunately, the distance of 100 steps was far enough, and Feng Muge had enough time to dodge.

Feeling the heat wave coming from behind him, Feng Muge knew that the Daoist's spell had been completed.

Feng Muge didn't have time to think about how to reduce his damage to avoid the opponent's spell attack, so he directly turned around and held the halberd body with both hands, blocking in front of him. At this time, Feng Muge saw clearly that what the Taoist shot out was a big fireball.

The fireball covered Feng Muge's time, so that Feng Muge didn't know what kind of pursuit there would be in the future. Steady on the horse, Feng Muge endured the attack of the Taoist.

The fireball slammed into the halberd's body, shattering and dissipating like a wind blade, and at the same time pushing Feng Muge closer in the direction of the swordsman.

The continuous impact of fireballs made the halberd body of the painting halberd also burn, and Feng Muge was almost unable to hold it.

Finally, retreating to the side of the swordsman, Feng Muge grabbed the dragon sparrow ring knife, took the halberd, and ran to the side, hiding himself behind the temple pillar by the firelight, in exchange for a moment of respite.

Taking a breath, Feng Muge leaned the halberd against the pillar of the hall to let the temperature of the halberd drop down a little. Looking at the painting halberd that had endured many spell attacks and still couldn't see any defects, Feng Muge thought to himself: "This knife should be able to resist a few attacks, right?"

Cutting off the hem of his clothes and tearing them into several strips of cloth, Feng Muge tied the knife to his back.

I touched the temperature of the halberd and made sure that it was almost cool. Feng Muge picked up the halberd again, let out a sigh, and rushed out of the hall pillar with the halberd, shuttling between the other hall pillars, and rushing in the direction of the Taoist.

The Daoist was still standing in place, and none of these people seemed to deliberately move their positions to pursue, which also allowed Feng Muge to concentrate on finding his own direction.

When Feng Muge came out from behind the pillar of the temple, the Taoist pierced the moon blade into the ground, stretched out his left hand, and urged the spell in the direction of Feng Muge's advance, and the fireballs flew towards Feng Muge with the movement of the Taoist's left hand.

The fireballs either bombarded the ground, smashing out large pits, or bombarded the pillars of the temple, causing a big hole, but because Feng Muge deliberately avoided guidance, none of them bombarded Feng Muge's body.

Finally, Feng Muge rushed to the back of the temple pillar twenty steps away from the Taoist.

"Ha, ha!" Feng Muge took two breaths, mobilized his strength, and rushed towards the Taoist from behind the pillar of the hall.

Xu is Daoren's spell has ended, and Xu is Daoist has not reacted.

Facing Feng Muge who was rushing towards him, the Taoist still raised his left hand flat, facing Feng Muge, but no fireball flew out.

Feng Muge's halberd was placed on the right side, and he cut at the Taoist from right to left.

"Drink!"

This halberd sealed the pastoral song with great force, as if it was going to finish its work in one battle.

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of the Taoist's mouth, his left hand held the halberd body, imprisoned the halberd, and looked at Feng Muge with provocative eyes, as if he was mocking Feng Muge's inadequacy.

Feng Muge ignored the Taoist's ridicule, held the halberd body with his left hand, and held the handle of the knife tied behind him from his left shoulder with his right hand, pulled out the dragon sparrow ring head knife, and threw it at the Taoist's face like a flying knife.

The Taoist looked even more sarcastic, and raised his right hand, wanting to use the sun blade to block the big knife thrown by Feng Muge. But while blocking the sun blade in front of him, the Daoist's hand also covered his eyes.

Now is the time!

Feng Muge gave up painting the halberd and ran in the direction of the Taoist.

Feng Muge's speed was extremely fast, and he regained his grip on the broadsword before it slammed into the Sun Blade.

Re-mastered the broadsword and rushed to the Taoist, Feng Muge's big knife fell on the Taoist's left shoulder, and the sharp broadsword cut directly into the Taoist's body under Feng Muge's full slash, cutting off the Taoist's left arm.

"Ahh

The Taoist let out a cry of pain, the mocking look on his face was gone, and he stumbled after losing his left arm, briefly losing his balance.

Feng Muge seized this opportunity, threw away the big knife, retook the painted halberd that was previously restrained by the Taoist's left arm, inserted the halberd blade into the Taoist's body, and kicked the Taoist in the chest.

Encountering a sudden blow, the Taoist who lost his balance could no longer stand, and was kicked out by Feng Muge.

Feng Muge held the back of the halberd, shouted loudly and pushed to the left, and the halberd blade penetrated deeper into the Daoist's body.

The Taoist was taken by Feng Muge to move a few steps to the left, inserting the sun blade into the ground, forcibly stopping the castration, but also allowing the halberd blade to push in a few points again.

The Taoist pulled out the sun blade and slashed at the halberd, trying to get the halberd out of his body.

Feeling the strong force from the Taoist, Feng Muge knew that the other party would be able to break free immediately, and pulled the painting halberd back and forth, expanding the injury, and only then did he break away from the Taoist body under the impetus of the Taoist.

Although the halberd was gone, the injury was real, and the Taoist was half-kneeling on the ground, supporting it with the sun blade so that he didn't fall directly to the ground.

In the battle of life and death, Feng Muge naturally would not stop after the Taoist was injured, and the halberd was raised high and slashed towards the Taoist.

The Taoist had to raise the sun blade again and hold the halberd, but only one hand remained, and he was seriously injured, and the Taoist resisted very hard.

Feng Muge used the halberd to restrain the Taoist, and at the same time used his right foot to pick up the dragon bird ring head knife that fell to the ground in the air.

With a kick on the hilt of the knife, the big knife pierced the body of the Taoist, and the strength of the Taoist flowed with the blood, and he could no longer block the halberd.

The halberd fell on the Taoist and slashed into nearly half of the Taoist's body, and the Taoist couldn't live it.

Feng Muge exhaled a breath held in his chest, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, constantly panting, and the battle with the Daoist consumed too much energy or physical strength.

After a while, Feng Muge's breath had stabilized and he sat up.

Looking at the last person sitting on the dragon chair, Feng Muge felt a huge pressure, this person's aura was so strong that Feng Muge had never felt it.

The last person was dressed in a black robe, embroidered with a golden dragon, twelve chapter patterns, and a crown of twelve flat heavens, the crown covered the face, and it was not clear to see the appearance, judging from the dress, it should be an emperor.

He just sat on the dragon chair like that, supporting his head with his left hand, as if he was taking a nap, as if he had been watching Feng Muge and them perform.

Feng Muge breathed in place for an hour, making sure that he was back to his normal state, lifted the halberd again, and walked towards the imperial steps.

Just when Feng Muge walked to the front of the imperial steps, the emperor spoke: "You don't have to come up, just stand there, as long as you can take the widow's three palms, you will win." ”

The emperor's voice was full of majesty, Feng Muge stopped the steps that were about to step on the imperial steps, stood in front of the imperial steps, looked up at the emperor, he was still the same.

Turning his gaze to the sword on the armrest of the dragon chair, Feng Muge knew that the other party was obviously letting himself, if he didn't need a sword, he would use his palm instead, and as long as he took three palms. This also shows that the other party has full confidence, and he feels that he only needs three palms to deal with him.

Although he was underestimated by the other party, Feng Muge was not disappointed, nor did he feel angry, but asked a little innocently: "Is what you said true?"

The very majestic voice came again: "You have no jokes, it is naturally true." ”

Feng Muge thought for a moment and said, "Okay, yes, but can I stand in the back?"

Pointing to the location of the corpse of the Daoist behind him, Feng Muge wanted to fight for some more benefits.

"Of course, you have plenty of time to prepare until you say you're ready. Of course, if you leave the main hall, the widow will think that you have given up. The emperor didn't care, and gave Feng Muge an infinite amount of time to prepare, as long as he didn't leave the main hall.

It doesn't take that long, and it won't go out of the main hall. He just retreated to the side of the Daoist's corpse and pulled out the knife.

Standing in a place where there was no bloodstains, inserting the halberd by his side, Feng Muge steadied his horse, held the big knife in his right hand and said, "It's ready." ”

After speaking, Feng Muge waited for the other party's first attack.

After Feng Muge said that it was ready, the emperor gently raised his right hand and gently pushed it in the direction of Feng Muge.

With such two fluttering movements, Feng Muge felt like a great enemy.

When the emperor's right hand was pushed out, Feng Muge seemed to feel that the air in front of him had been drained, and he couldn't breathe at all, and his eyes narrowed unconsciously. At the same time, a strong sense of oppression struck, and Feng Muge knew that the other party's first palm had arrived.

Forcibly raised the broadsword, his left arm against the blade, Feng Muge resisted the impact of the emperor's first palm.

It was as if a mountain had hit it, Feng Muge felt a strong impact, and the big knife was hit by this force against him, although Feng Muge resisted with all his might, but he was still pushed backwards, and his feet ploughed out two ditches on the ground.

It wasn't until the ravine hit the popliteal fossa that Feng Muge stopped retreating, and the pressure gradually disappeared.

After the breath of the first palm was completely over, Feng Muge was finally able to breathe, and he took a big breath, and Feng Muge's eyes were a little pale.

Putting down the big knife and sitting down, Feng Muge found that he was pushed out twenty steps away, if it wasn't for the ravine to resist, I am afraid it would be even farther.

Seeing that the big knife in his hand had been deformed, Feng Muge casually threw the big knife aside, slowed down, and walked back to the original position.

Piercing the halberd deeper into the ground, Feng Muge pressed against the halberd and said, "You can send out a second palm." ”

The emperor raised his left hand again, the back of his hand towards Feng Muge, as if slapping him, and waved a second palm towards Feng Muge.

If the first palm is a mountain, then the second palm is a flood.

Feng Muge felt a powerful aura rushing towards him wave after wave, and he was like a flat boat in the ocean, constantly floating on the tip of the waves, and could be swallowed by the waves at any time.

The halberd began to deform under the impact of the second palm, pressing towards Feng Muge's chest.

Feng Muge could only stretch out his arms vigorously and let his body retreat, allowing the painting halberd to withstand the impact of the forefront.

Finally, the halberd could not withstand such an impact and broke directly.

And the last wave of impact was borne by Feng Muge himself.

Feng Muge was hit hard, flew up two feet high, and fell to the ground. Blood was spilling from his mouth and nose, but he didn't feel anything wrong with his bones.

I don't know why, but I guess it's the work of drawing the halberd.

Looking at the painting halberd that had withstood dozens of spell impacts from the Daoist and was fine, but it was declared broken when it was subjected to the emperor's second palm, Feng Muge smiled bitterly, now there is no weapon magic weapon, what should I do with the third palm?

Easing his breath, Feng Muge returned to his original position again, even if he didn't have a weapon magic weapon, he couldn't admit defeat.

After moving his muscles and bones, Feng Muge mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body, crossed his arms in front of him, lowered his head and said, "Come on, third palm." ”

The emperor also did not ink, raised his left hand, fingertips down, raised it up, and struck a third palm.

Feng Muge didn't react at all, so he was directly slapped away by this palm, the bones of his arms were broken, and most of the ribs in his chest were broken.

Falling to the ground, Feng Muge spit out a mouthful of blood, the blood was stuck in his throat, and he coughed twice, coughing up a lot of blood.

Although it looked miserable, Feng Muge knew that the other party was merciful. Although I don't know why, the other party did show mercy.

The emperor withdrew his left hand, closed his eyes and said, "Take the widow's three palms and immortalize, you will win." ”

Hearing the emperor's majestic voice announcing his victory, Feng Muge laughed, choked on blood, and coughed again, laughing while coughing, as if he was crazy.

The heart demon appeared, looked at the lying on the ground coughing and laughing, and shrunk into a shrimp-like Feng Muge and said, "If you continue to cough like this, you will die." ”

Feng Muge lay up straight, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at the demon in his heart and said: "You heard it, he said that I won, I blocked five rounds of attacks, and I won." ”

The heart demon glanced at the emperor sitting on the dragon chair and smacked his mouth, but he didn't say anything bad about the emperor, but said to Feng Muge: "I heard it, don't worry, I will keep the agreement and send you out." ”

Stuffing the white pill into Feng Muge's mouth, the inner demon disappeared again, but the voice remained in the hall: "Get up and breathe, when you are injured, you will naturally go out." ”

With the pill in his stomach, Feng Muge felt that his injuries were constantly repairing, got up, sat cross-legged in place, and Feng Muge began pranayama healing.

Opening his eyes again, Feng Muge found that he was in a small courtyard, and looked back, the style of the courtyard gate was very similar to the second gate of Zizhuju, it seemed that he had successfully passed that level, but he didn't know if this was the second courtyard or the third courtyard.

Looking left and right, Feng Muge found that Shen Congrong was beside him, his eyes closed, and he was still muttering something in his mouth, as if he was immersed in an illusion.

Feng Muge pushed Shen and said calmly: "Sir?"

Shen Congrong didn't react.

Feng Muge could only sit next to him, waiting for Shen to wake up calmly.

In front of the prism mirror, Han Qu looked at Feng Muge, who was the first to break out of the illusion, and his mouth grew, and he looked incredulous, pointing at Feng Muge and said, "This, this, how is this possible?

Hu Liu glanced at Han Channel: "Tempting the heart demon can only be said to have found something wrong, but if you want to crack the heart demon environment, you can not just test it, you must have a decisive heart, the right time, and a fine layout." ”

Han Qu questioned: "Are you saying that those things you said, Mr. might as well be Feng Muge?"

Hu Liu shook his head and said: "Of course not, it's just that Feng Muge is more like his ancestor, he is very direct and decisive, he knows what he is doing and what he should do, so it is normal for him to be faster." ”

Han Qu gritted his teeth and muttered a few words, not knowing what to say.

Hu Liu said: "What are you talking about? Oh yes, don't forget our bet, your spirit bamboo can lose to me." ”

Han Qudui said with a smile: "Let's discuss, that spiritual bamboo is still mine, how about I personally build an ancestral hall for you?" I am the son of the Prime Minister of South Korea, the first disciple of Xuanzhenguan, and I have never built an ancestral hall for anyone. ”