Chen Zhiyu's fighting method is the most suitable fighting method for herself after thinking about it for a long time.

She knew that the monks of the ninth layer of the Nine Forging Realm could use their spiritual sense to urge the magic weapon to attack flexibly within a distance of about ten zhang, while she could only forcibly attack and defend with the True Yuan Control Magic Weapon within three to four zhang, and at the same time, her biggest reliance on the use of the 'Golden Steel Bracelet' could only exert a certain amount of power within three or four zhang.

"As long as Miss Zhiyu promises me Mo Dao Cang, and loses Tian Tian and calls Shengfu Jun, Lao Tzu will agree to any conditions, and I will promise you Mo Dao Cang this condition!"

After Mo Daocang finished speaking, he galloped towards the relatively flat open space next to him, used Zhenyuan to urge out a small short sword, and then quickly spun around the ground, drawing a circle the size of a six-zhang circle, and stood confidently inside.

Chen Zhiyu didn't answer, and quickly ran into the circle of about six zhang.

The two were about three feet apart, standing still and looking at each other.

Chen Zhiyu, although her appearance is delicate and beautiful, her face is evil!

Ink knife cang, although the appearance is rough and domineering, it can contain affection!

The first to do it was Chen Zhiyu, because Mo Daocang looked at Chen Zhiyu's face, so he was fascinated and reluctant to do it at all.

Chen Zhiyu's magic weapon is a half-moon-shaped willow leaf scimitar, which is more than a foot long and bright and dazzling.

This Chen Zhiyu's lancet is a third-level magic weapon of the Ming rank, although the power is not huge, it can be controlled by Chen Zhiyu within three zhang very skillfully.

The scimitar drew a silver-white trajectory in the air, slashing towards the ink knife, not slow.

Whether it was a kilometer away from Mo Dao Cang's side, a three-foot flying sword flew out of Mo Dao Cang's small Qiankun bag. went to the willow leaf scimitar, and the two of them fought inseparably in a circle within a radius of six zhang with this sword.

But Chen Yun was seven or eight feet away, but he was very worried!

Because he found that Chen Zhiyu was almost preoccupied. Use the maximum true element to control the Willow Leaf Scimitar, and fortunately it is in the circle, once the distance is farther away, Chen Zhiyu's attack power will be greatly reduced.

But the ink knife Cang didn't seem to be struggling at all, extremely idle, and it was estimated that his strength was not even fifty percent of his strength.

And the ink knife is vicissitude, and even the famous magic weapon 'ink knife' mentioned by Chen Zhiyu in front of him has not even appeared.

The only thing that reassures Chen Yun is. Chen Zhiyu's body style is very elegant, although her flexibility in controlling magic weapons cannot be compared with the ink knife. But it was difficult for the flying sword of the ink knife to get close to Chen Zhiyu.

The two of them were in this circle, fighting for nearly a pillar of incense for a long time, Chen Zhiyu used Zhenyuan to strongly urge the speed of the willow leaf scimitar to slow down, and there were several times when she was almost cut by the flying sword of the ink knife.

But the ink knife seems to be. I can't bear to hurt Chen Zhiyu all the time. As if he just wanted to push her back out of the circle.

Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu, who were standing with Chen Yun, were simply overwhelmed with worry in their hearts.

At this moment, the scimitar that Chen Zhiyu retracted suddenly increased and flew directly towards the ink knife Cang, but it did not hit the ink knife Cang's body, but flew past the ink knife Cang's body, and then flew towards the distance behind the ink knife Cang, this scimitar seemed to have broken away from Chen Zhiyu's control.

This ink knife Cang's heart was slightly flustered, and he didn't understand why Chen Zhiyu did this. He knew that the monks of the eighth layer of the Nine Forging Realm could generally only barely control the magic weapon within three or four zhang. Once this scimitar is far away, it will lose control and can no longer be used to fight.

But just when Mo Daocang was slightly distracted, Chen Zhiyu urged another thing out of Xiao Qiankun's bag and hit him, this thing was shining with golden light, and when it flew out of Chen Zhiyu's hand, it was only the size of a palm, but when it flew out of less than a zhang, it became the size of a basin.

For the first time, Ink Dao Cang's face showed a solemn look, because he realized that the power emanating from this magic weapon was extremely powerful, and just as he was about to move, he felt something hit behind him.

This thing is nothing else, it is really the lancet that Chen Zhiyu flew out.

This willow leaf scimitar flying back stunt, is one of Chen Zhiyu's proud attack moves, it does not rely on the monk's true yuan to urge the magic weapon, but by long-term practice, the formation of an almost intuitive inertia of action, to control the magic weapon, Chen Zhiyu will scimitar fly out, not ignore but let the scimitar fly to the distance, and then whirl to hit back, and at this time just with her 'gold bracelet' attack, forming a two-sided pinching momentum, wanting to hurt the ink knife in one fell swoop.

The lancet in the back is erratic.

And the 'diamond bracelet' in front of it is amazing.

The square-faced and chubby monk in the Xuanxin Dojo in the distance used to watch it easily from the side, but now seeing the sudden change in the situation, the whole person suddenly became nervous.

These two people are also nine forging and nine layers, and if they ask themselves, although they can avoid it, they will definitely be injured, and if they are unlucky, they may be a little strict.

Because in such a short range, it is too difficult to dodge the amazing 'Diamond Bracelet' attack!

But the problem is, they are not ink knives!

Mo Dao Cang, against Chen Zhiyu, has always been reluctant to hurt, in fact, he only exerted forty percent of his strength.

Seeing that the ink knife was flanked from front to back, he no longer dared to slack off, if there was no restriction of the six-zhang circle, he might be able to avoid the attack range of the diamond bracelet with speed, but now that he can't, he no longer hides his secrets.

The ink knife Cang first drove the flying sword towards the willow leaf scimitar behind him, and at the same time moved to the side, and with a loud shout, a long black knife of nearly five feet flew out of the small Qiankun bag.

The knife, except for the edge, was all black.

The back of the knife is simple and thick, but the edge of the knife is as sharp as frost, and the whole body of the knife exudes a fierce domineering aura.

This knife was specially given to the ink knife Cang by Master Cang, at least it is a magic weapon of the fourth level of the Ming Rank, which is already very close to the fifth level of the Ming Rank.

As soon as the long knife came out, the ink knife seemed to become solemn and solemn, and the whole person was suddenly domineering.

The five-foot long knife was sacrificed in front of him at a very fast speed by the ink knife, and at this moment, the 'diamond bracelet' was less than three or four feet away from him, and the two magic weapons quickly collided violently together.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang like thunder.

The impact was radiant, and the ink knife retreated sharply, his face shocked!

Mo Dao Cang was only surprised. It was because he found that the force emanating from the diamond bracelet was too great, and this was not a blow from the monks of the Nine Forging Realm at all, it was basically close to the blow of the early stage of the Eight Desolations.

It was with his cultivation at the peak of the nine layers of the Nine Forging Realm. After receiving a blow, it was also a shock to his senses, and his whole body was churning with qi and blood.

But the main reason is also that in order to control the flying sword, the ink knife Cang met the scimitar that came from the whirlwind, delaying time, distracting the spiritual sense, and unable to quickly make the sword. And Chen Zhiyu's diamond bracelet has been gathering momentum for a long time, and it is extremely powerful.

But after the diamond bracelet collided with the long black knife of the ink knife, the matter was not over. The diamond bracelet that bounced back flashed with golden light, and it turned into a gold bracelet about three feet in size, and under the urging of Chen Zhiyu's true yuan, it continued to bombard the ink knife.

The power of this diamond bracelet magic weapon is that. Once the user of the ritual instrument uses a unique technique. When activated with True Element, it will form three near-spontaneous violent attacks.

Chen Zhiyuan's fame, even if it is an imitation, how can it be idle!

Chen Zhiyu's cultivation is only eight layers of the Nine Forging Realm, and the input vitality is insufficient, but it can also form three attacks that are almost the early stage of the Eight Desolations, if Chen Zhiyu's cultivation is higher, the ink knife is worried about his life today.

That ink knife cang. Seeing that his flying sword had already knocked Chen Zhiyu's scimitar in the wrong direction. He gave up the flying sword, let the flying sword fall from the sky, and then used his spiritual sense to control the long knife with all his strength, and struck at the menacing diamond bracelet.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The two magic weapons, which were almost the fifth level of the Ming Rank, collided fiercely twice in the air between the two, and the sound was deafening.

The four Chen Yun who were almost stabbing the onlookers were a little dazzled.

But whether he used the True Yuan or the Divine Sense to control the magic weapon, in the fierce collision, the body of the monk who cast the magic weapon was shocked.

So after the collision, both of them were shocked and retreated sharply, but after the two of them stabilized their bodies a little, some people were happy and some were depressed.

It was the two people in the Xuanxin Dojo who were happy, Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu who were frustrated, and as for Chen Yun, he had actually guessed the result a long time ago.

It turned out that the ink knife was just stepping on the edge of the circle at this time, and Chen Zhiyu had already withdrawn from the circle, and she was three feet out of the circle!

Although Chen Zhiyu's diamond bracelet magic weapon attack was fierce, the ink knife was already very close to the early stage of the Eight Desolations, and the magic weapon was not much worse than Chen Zhiyu's, so although he was shocked and his blood was boiling, and his body was backwards, he could barely get injured.

And although Chen Zhiyu's incidental attack of the magic weapon was fierce, her own cultivation was insufficient, so although she was not injured, she was shocked and retreated, unable to control her body, and went out of the circle.

Chen Zhiyu took back the diamond bracelet and stood silently outside the circle, looking surprised, but her face was more sad.

"Haha, Miss Zhiyu, my Mo Dao Cang really underestimated you, if your magic weapon had hit you again just now, my Mo Dao Cang would really be injured today!"

The fighting method just now really scared him, and in the last three blows, Mo Dao Cang also used all his strength to catch them, and in addition, the attack strategy of front and back pinching that Chen Zhiyu just used was cleverly conceived, and Mo Dao Cang actually still had some admiration for Chen Zhiyu.

"Boss Mo, but you won, you husband is decided, congratulations to Boss Mo!" the chubby monk said happily to Mo Dao Cang.

"Congratulations to Boss Ximo!" the square-faced monk also tacitly agreed.

Mo Dao Cang, looking at Chen Zhiyu, silent, a little sad, for a while, he was stunned, but then said: "Miss Zhiyu, if you don't want to call me Mo Dao Cang in front of so many people, I Mo Dao Cang, I will not be reluctant." That's okay, I'll give Miss Chen another chance, you let your three junior brothers go together, if you can win my ink knife Cang, my ink knife Cang is the same as losing, Miss Zhiyu, you think it's good!"

This ink knife Cang just fought the method, and finally took the 'diamond bracelet' to consume some vitality, in fact, the front is very easy, and the overall combat power is basically not lost, so the confidence is still very strong.

Chen Zhiyu looked at Mo Dao Cang with evil eyes, and was about to speak, but heard Chen Yun not far away say lightly: "Don't want my other two senior brothers to make a move, just let me Chen Yun meet you Mo Dao Cang!"

Chen Zhiyu and Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu all looked at him with a little worry when they heard Chen Yun say this, and just wanted to stop him, but Chen Yun smiled at the three of them, shook his head, and motioned for the three of them not to speak.

Chen Zhiyu looked at Chen Yun with some surprise, and he found that Chen Yun's calm and relaxed words were definitely not pretended. Even the fighting technique in front of him just now was terrifying, but Chen Yun still seemed to be very safe now.

Where did Chen Zhiyu know that Chen Yun's fighting experience and heart were straightforward. After being sharpened on the verge of death again and again, it is already extraordinary.

What Chen Yun has experienced is not only a relaxed competition, but also a test of death!

"Boy, you're not qualified alone!" said Mo Dao Cang arrogantly.

"I'm enough for one person!" Chen Yun said with a smile.

"Can you be your senior sister's master?"

"I don't want to be the master of Zhiyu! If I, Chen Yun, lose, I will give you a fourth-level magic weapon of the Ming Rank, plus a thousand second-grade spirit jade. If you lose, give me the ink knife and let me destroy it. And apologize to me, Zhiyu and Taiyan Dojo. Mo Dao Cang, what do you think of this colorful head?"

After Chen Yun finished speaking, Chen Zhiyu and the other three were taken aback, they were the two people from the Xuanxin Dojo. I was surprised, too. What surprised them was not Chen Yun's guts, but Chen Yun's bet on winning or losing, which was too big, and it was simply not the value that a Nine Forging Realm cultivator should have.

"Boy, you are so confident, don't say that I bullied you for nine forging and eight layers, Lao Tzu let you attack three moves first!"

"You don't have to give in, you just had a fight with your senior sister. The vitality is a little depleted, I'll let you rest for a while!"

"No need. Lao Tzu doesn't need it!" Mo Dao Cang's words had a feeling of being insulted.

"I, Chen Yun, don't take advantage of you, if you win, you have to win glory, lest other people in the dojo say that I am a Taiyan dojo car ** battle, and I won't win the martial arts!"

"Okay, good, you kid has a kind, I put my ink knife here today, if I can't win you, I will not only let you destroy my 'ink knife', apologize to your senior sister, and take off your shirt to go to the cultivation valley for a run! Boy, Lao Tzu also told you, if there was no restriction of the circle just now, Lao Tzu could easily take over the front and back of your senior sister's magic weapon, you and I Mo Dao Cang, the name of the first master of the Nine Forging Realm, I got it from my aunt's bed!"

Mo Dao Cang was really angry with Chen Yun, and even said the rough words angrily.

In his opinion, if he is one-on-one, it will be easy for him to win the monks who have just advanced to the ninth layer, and it will be a piece of cake to win Chen Yun's eighth layer of the Nine Forging Realm, he is looking at Chen Zhiyu's face and giving him some chance to win, but this kid must not appreciate it, but he will not treat himself as a dish.

This kind of ignorance completely angered Mo Dao Cang.

It's tolerable, it's unbearable!

The ink knife is also dignified!

"Okay, then you take a break first, I don't want to make excuses after losing!" Chen Yun said lightly.

Mo Dao Cang rolled his eyes, didn't appreciate it, and walked towards the two people in the Xuanxin Dojo, and Chen Yun didn't mind.

Chen Zhiyu looked at Chen Yun with a somewhat complicated expression, and walked back to the three of them with a hesitant face.

The people on both sides, seven or eight feet away, began to talk in a whisper.

"Boss Mo, why do you have to be so angry with this ninety-nine person, this kid can't even tell the difference between nine and eight!" the chubby monk said comfortingly to Mo Dao Cang, who was full of anger.

This chubby monk is called Yu Dabao, and the red-faced monk is called Zheng Que, both of them have just advanced to the ninth level of the ninth forging, and after mixing with this ink knife for a long time, they don't even call each other brothers, and they are like gangs in the rivers and lakes.

"But this kid, so big, there may be some doorways!" said Zheng Que with a square face, with a slight hesitation.

"This kid doesn't seem to be stupid, but has some level!"

Although Mo Dao Cang's face was full of anger, his heart slowly calmed down, and those who are good at fighting are not angry, he still understands this truth, after all, Mo Dao Cang has almost grown up fighting all the way since he was a child.

"Boss Mo, why do you say that?" Yu Dabao asked in surprise.

"Why, it's based on old intuition, this kid's self-confidence is not pretended!"

"Boss Mo, do you mean that it will be tricky to win this kid?" Yu Dabao thought with a little worry.

"As long as it's not the Eight Desolations, when you meet Lao Tzu, it's his life!"

The domineering in Mo Daocang's tone is still full!

On the other side, Chen Yun was the first to speak, and Zhang Wen was the first to speak.

"Senior Brother Chen Yun, isn't it more certain that we can go together just now? Zhang Wu and I have an earth spirit root physique, we can escape to half a zhang underground and suddenly attack him!"

Zhang Wen felt pity for Chen Yun's refusal to mention Modaocang.

"There are too many people, and if you win him, you won't be convinced if he loses!" Chen Yun said.

In fact, he was worried about Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu's cultivation, and he couldn't help it, but it would cause inconvenience to himself, after all, the speed of the ninth-level cultivators of the Nine Forging Realm was very fast.

"Senior brother, you just said that you lost, in addition to a fourth-level magic weapon of the Ming Rank, you also gave that guy a thousand second-grade spiritual jade, is the price too great, his broken knife, at most five hundred second-level high-grade spiritual jade!"

"Haha, I lied to him!" Chen Yun said with a smile.

He told Chen Zhiyu and the three of them about his experience, and he didn't say that he sold the bodies of two ninth-level demon beasts and got 100,000 spirit jade.

"Ah, junior brother, your courage is really too great, that ink knife cang's temper is hot, when the time comes, you will know the truth that you lied to him, it will not end well!" Zhang Wen said with some worry, his confidence in Chen Yun's victory in the fighting method was not enough.

"Senior brother, don't worry, as long as you go all out to fight the Fa, then you will really lose, and Senior Sister will also find a way to help you raise the spirit jade!" Chen Zhiyu interjected.

If Chen Zhiyu wants Chen Yun to have no worries when fighting the law.

Or perhaps, in order to avoid the embarrassment of calling Modao Cangfujun, he reluctantly bet his hope on Chen Yun.

And Chen Yun's composure at this time, Chen Zhiyu saw it in her eyes, and gave her an inexplicable trust and hope.

"Don't worry, he can't win me!" Chen Yun smiled slightly when he saw the expressions on the faces of the three of them, and said categorically. (To be continued......)