"Brush" Li Muran manipulated the sword talisman with all his might, turning it into a shining sword light and facing the opponent's sword.

The "bang" sword light intersected with the sword, and the young man's sword was cut into seven or eight pieces and fell to the ground, and Li Muran's sword talisman was completely damaged because it had been used too many times, and it collapsed into a little golden light.

Everyone watching the battle was surprised, and they didn't quite understand the bald boy's approach, and threw out their magic weapons during the competition, if they couldn't take it back or couldn't win with one blow, wouldn't they lose their magic weapons and their means would be greatly reduced?

However, at this moment, the young man took out a red sword from the storage bag, which was also a high-grade magic weapon

"Hehe, I still have several more such magic weapons, and how many sword talismans do you have?" said the young man with a sneer, and at the same time, the red sword in his hand shook, and suddenly countless sword lights shot out, accompanied by flames.

"This is impossible" The face of one of the fugue monks who watched the battle changed drastically, he was also a monk who used swords, he knew the way to use swords, and he paid the most attention to the unity of man and sword, so with a sword in hand, it would take a long time to become familiar with the fusion and perform powerful swordsmanship. Replacing a sword is a taboo for those who use it, and they generally try to improve the quality of their sword, and only when they have to do so will they choose a new sword to re-practice. And every time you change your sword, it takes a long time to get used to it before you can wield the true power of swordsmanship

However, this young man was only a late-stage cultivator, and he was able to change the sword in his hand at will, and each sword exerted great power, as if it was a personal sword that had been cultivated for decades, it was hard to imagine that even though he was a fugue stage cultivator, he would never be able to do this

"What kind of divine is this kid, I'm afraid that only the true body stage master who used the sword in the rumored sect more than a thousand years ago could do this when he cultivated in the qi vein stage, and maybe even that master might not be able to do it back then."

This fugue monk was extremely shocked in his heart, and the rest of the monks who knew a little about the way of using swords were also shocked and inexplicable. If they knew that swordsmanship was only one of the many methods that this bald boy had mastered, and that it was not his major at all, they would have been even more surprised

When everyone was shocked, Li Muran was manipulating the Sanyan talisman one by one to dissolve the light of the fire sword slashed by the other party. Although Li Muran's defense is not as easy as the other party's, he has protective bodies such as the Whirling Stone Shield and the Vajra Talisman, and there is not much danger.

After the young man slashed out a few swords, he saw that the flame sword light could not pose much threat to Li Muran at all, so he threw out the red sword in his hand as he could, and the latter turned into a flame meteor and shot towards Li Muran.

Li Muran had already prepared, and as soon as the other party made a move with his sword, he sacrificed the essence fire ring magic weapon, and threw it hard, and the spirit fire ring hit the red sword with raging flames, smashed the red sword away, and fell far under the test table dozens of zhang away.

The Essence Fire Ring itself was only cut out of a gap by the Red Sword, but it didn't matter much.

"Hmph" The bald boy snorted coldly, a cold light flashed in front of him, and a pair of silver broadswords appeared in his hand.

The blade of the "brush" blade flashed with cold light, and the edge was exposed, and under the manipulation of the young man, another dense knife light slashed out.

Everyone watching the battle was completely stunned by this scene, as if no matter what magic weapon, as long as it reached the hands of this young man, it would immediately be able to exert the most powerful power

Previously, everyone thought that he was just good at using swords, but they didn't expect that after changing to a pair of silver sword magic weapons, he was still so powerful

"Senior Brother Liu, you are the best at using a knife, what do you think of this son's knife skills?" a young monk in the fugue period was asked by the senior brother next to him

The young monk was looking horrified, and after hearing his senior brother's question, he shook his head and muttered, "To be honest, I can't see that his sword skill realm broadsword is known for its great power, but it is a little bulky, but in the hands of this son, it is extremely agile, and the power it wields is equally amazing; There are nine levels of the sword sutra that have been circulated in this sect, and I have only practiced to the fourth level now; And this son's sword skills, maybe above the sixth layer, if his mana is more condensed, maybe I am not his opponent."

"What? This son's sword skills are still above Senior Brother Liu?" Several fugue monks beside the young man were suddenly shocked, and they couldn't believe what they were hearing. However, this junior brother surnamed Liu usually never lies to lie, and it obviously doesn't look like he's joking at this time.

"If this son is allowed to advance to the fugue stage, won't he have a bright future, and his strength will soon leave us far behind?" said a middle-aged monk in the fugue stage, his words touching the hearts of many monks of the same rank

As a fugue stage being, they originally had enough self-confidence and authority in front of these qi vein stage disciples, and there was no doubt that they were superior, but after seeing the swordsmanship and sword skills displayed by this bald young man, they deeply felt that there were heavens outside the sky and people outside the people, and a qi vein stage disciple was so terrifying, if he advanced to the fugue stage, his strength would far surpass them. In such a situation, how can they have the slightest sense of superiority

"Which peak is this bald boy's disciple?I'm afraid that in a few years, he will become a prominent figure in his sect," Old Man Wu asked with a frown

"It seems to be a disciple of Fanjing Peak. A middle-aged monk replied.

Old man Wu was stunned for a moment: "Fanjing Peak? Isn't that a major in Buddhist exercises? Why doesn't this young man use it? Could it be that he is still retaining his strength and has not yet used his major supernatural powers?"

Old Man Wu was stunned, these dozen or so fugue stage cultivators who were watching the battle were all shocked and inexplicable at this time, not to mention the more than 100 Qi Stage disciples who were watching the battle around them.

The bald boy's methods were too shocking, although Li Muran was always able to take out a talisman to resist, but the light was covered by the boy. Except for his many talismans and skillful use of talismans, almost all of everyone's attention was focused on the young man.

"Hmph, you really have enough talismans" After the bald boy attacked wildly for a while, he put away the two silver knives and stopped attacking Li Muran.

His strong attack consumed a total of one hundred and fifty or sixty talismans before and after, which was quite an astonishing amount, and his own mana had also consumed most of it, so he didn't dare to continue like this.

In case Li Muran still has a lot of talismans, but he doesn't have enough mana, then he will gradually fall into passivity and even fail miserably.

After the young man stopped attacking, Li Muran did not relax his vigilance, he still protected the spiral stone shield in front of him, staring at the other party without blinking, but he did not fight back.

The two of them confronted each other for a long time, and the young man suddenly chuckled, and even threw the two silver knives directly at his feet, and then took out two middle-grade spirit stones from the storage bag, held one in one hand, and slowly absorbed the vitality in it to replenish his mana.

Li Muran glanced up at the sky, and did not attack the other party.

Seeing this, the young man laughed a few times, and sat on the test table with a disdainful face: "What, don't you dare to do it?"

Li Muran smiled slightly, did not reply, and let the young man be so arrogant.

The young man sat for a while, and when he saw that Li Muran still didn't dare to attack, he even closed his eyes.

However, the moment he closed his eyes, Li Muran suddenly shook the talisman sword in his hand, and a burst of fire shot out.

The young man immediately jumped up like an electric shock, and his reaction was extremely fast, but after he saw that Li Muran only hit a Sanyan talisman, he snorted coldly, stretched out his fingers, and a sword light shot out, facing the firelight, and bursting with it.

The "Swordless Style" The fugue monk who used the sword nodded, this young man had already shown all kinds of amazing techniques before, and now he used a swordless style of "no sword in his hand, a sword in his heart", which seemed very common.

"Hmph" After the young man saw Li Muran's three Yan talismans, there was no follow-up attack, so he sat down again.

As soon as the young man sat down, Li Muran slashed out with a sword, and another golden blade talisman was slashed out.

The young man didn't raise his hand, just casually popped out a finger, and a sword light flew out, dissolving the golden blade talisman.

In this way, Li Muran sacrificed one or two talismans from time to time to "disturb" the young man's "meditation", so that the young man finally absorbed the mana refined from the spirit stone, and consumed it little by little.

The young man was helpless, how could he have thought that Li Muran actually had so many talismans, it was a little unusual

Moreover, he was quite jealous of Li Muran, knowing that he had climbed the eighty-first floor of the ladder against the sky, and there were many means such as flying shuttles in the sky that had not yet been used, which could be called deeply hidden, so he did not dare to attack rashly with all his might. The best way is to rely on his rich experience and let Li Muran attack, so that he can find flaws and control people

However, Li Muran has been vigilantly defending, and he has no idea what to do for a while.

"I don't know what this kid is waiting for," the bald boy said secretly in his heart, but if it dragged on like this, after the three hours, in terms of the merits of the scene and the strength shown, it was obvious that he was a lot higher, and it was impossible for those fugue monks to rule that he lost the competition

"Hmph, if you consume it, you will consume it, and at the last moment, he will definitely have to help but make a move" The young man sneered in his heart, changed two middle-grade spirit stones, and continued to "meditate".

The surrounding fugue monks suddenly frowned slightly, and the two of them confronted each other like this, only occasionally one or two talismans attacked out, where it seemed to be a competition, it was simply delaying time.

However, the rule of the competition is three hours, and now it has only passed more than half an hour, and they are not easy to urge.

The surrounding disciples also started to talk about it, although the current scene was very dull, but the fierce fighting methods just now were very shocking, enough to ⊥ them to chat for a while.

Time passed little by little, the sun gradually set, and gradually, it was already nightfall.

The old man in the fugue stage who presided over the competition couldn't help but say aloud: "There is still half an hour left in the competition, will you two just consume it like this?"

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