"Let's stop him!" Zhou Bufan and Murong Xuanfeng glanced at each other and nodded together. Immediately, he took a long breath, and all the strength of his body was absorbed. The momentum of the whole body also rose with a burst of water, and a black and red aura rose from outside the body, rising straight into the sky, faintly fighting against the wind in momentum.

At this time, although it was on the territory of the Zhou family, these two people were also a little cautious, and they did not reveal all the aura of the Demon Burning Technique. Instead, it was a little more restrained, and it didn't show all the demonic energy.

Rao is like this, and the momentum of these two people is also soaring. Among them, Zhou Bufan, he knew that his strength was extraordinary for a long time, and later he must have reached a higher level after practicing the Demon Burning Technique. What he didn't expect was that this Murong Xuanfeng had only been in a few months since the last time he said goodbye. The whole strength is like being reborn, it is even stronger than Zhou Bufan, and it is only slightly weaker than Sui Feng.

"In such a short period of time, his strength has changed so much, what adventures has he experienced?" Seeing that this Murong Xuanfeng was so powerful, Sui Feng was secretly a little surprised in his heart.

Looking at Murong Xuanfeng's relaxed demeanor again, it was clear that there was still room for it. But I don't know what kind of strength he has to do it with all his might, and he is secretly vigilant in his heart.

What made him a little strange was that the demon burning technique that Murong Xuanfeng had practiced was clearly deep, but for some reason, there was no sign of half of the demon. The fire that Ouyang Xuanming had practiced before must not be as good as this Murong Xuanfeng, but Ouyang Xuanming had fallen into the demon early.

In the memory of the wind. It seems that there is only one person who practices this demon burning technique but is not contaminated by demonic nature. However, it was also because the Demon Burning Technique practiced by Traceless had been modified, and the founder of this demon method, the old demon of the Western Regions, himself was not spared and fell into the Demon Dao. This Murong Xuanfeng's Demon Burning Recipe should come from Traceless, but with Traceless Character, he would not be so generous and directly give the modified version to Murong Xuanfeng. So how did he do it?

As everyone knows, at this moment, Zhou Bufan and Murong Xuanfeng's hearts were directly shocked and speechless, if Murong Xuanfeng's strength was earth-shattering, then the changes before and after the wind were no longer something that words could describe. In just a few months, from an ordinary innate master, to a congenital top figure, how can such a transformation be a huge can be explained?

I'm afraid that since ancient times, it is difficult to find a few such geniuses.

"It seems. You're trying to do something with us, aren't you?" glanced around with the wind. He chuckled, as if he hadn't taken the many people around him to heart.

"Hmph! The Zhou family, the disciples of the Murong family, and all the guests, capture these thieves who came to attack!" Zhou Bufan sneered and gave an order. Suddenly, the disciples who surrounded the few people with the wind suddenly became ready to move.

"But it was hard work, and the elders had to resist them first. I finished the two and went back to help. "Skimming your head with the wind. whispered to the Wuji real people.

"Hehe, it's okay, I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time. But there is no hurry. Wuji Zhenren and the others smiled slightly, "Childe, don't worry, let them have a good look at the strength of my Tianshan faction." ”

Wuji Zhenren's words had just fallen, and suddenly there was an earth-shattering shouting of killing behind Suifeng. Those disciples of the Zhou family and the Murong family took the lead in rushing towards Bai Zhenzi and the others, and they did not have the strength to go first. Dao Dao True Qi was like a huge wave, surging towards the four of the Wuji True Person.

These true qi were tightly sealed, leaving no gaps, almost directly sealing the few of them in it. forced them to have nothing else but to fight hard, so Sui Feng only glanced at it hurriedly, and then turned around again.

It's not that he doesn't care about the lives and deaths of Wuji real people, but he fully believes that with the experience and strength of these elders, maybe it is a little unrealistic to outperform so many masters. However, it is still possible to delay for some time, as long as he can leave a quarter of an hour, and he can fight off the two of them again, and he will be able to free up his life to help them.

As if they couldn't bear to see what happened next, the monks of Shaolin Temple pinched the Buddha seal tighter in their hands. He kept reciting the name of "Amitabha".

Sui Feng took all his thoughts back from behind him and put them on top of the two people in front of him. After a pause, he stretched out his hand and gently grasped the long sword hanging from his waist. One slowly pulled it out, gently held it in his hand, and stroked the sword body with his fingers, his eyes were as gentle as water, as if he was not looking at a sword, but a partner fighting side by side.

And the momentum of his whole body also fell into the clouds, dissipating from the incomparable strength and spring breeze just now.

Feeling the change in the momentum on Suifeng's body, Zhou Bufan and Murong Xuanfeng were not at all relaxed, but the brows on their foreheads tightened a little. Although the pressure on the momentum is less, the pressure on their hearts is greater.

"Please. Stroking his sword in the wind, he looked at the two people in front of him.

"Hmph!" Murong Xuanfeng snorted coldly, and with a wave of his right hand out of thin air, a light blue halo flowed through the air. There was already a long sword with a slight blue halo in the crystal in his hand, but strangely, this sword had been trembling slightly, and it also emitted a slight trembling sound, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

After a cursory glance at the wind, he saw a carved dragon hovering in the middle of the sword body, and it seemed that there was a little colorful halo outside the sword body. It was as bright as the glow of the sun, but it was a little familiar in the eyes of the wind, "This sword must be the water dragon of the Murong family." ”

Murong Xuanfeng sneered, "You don't have a bad eye. Although the expression on his face was relaxed, there was a huge shock in his heart, "What kind of divine sword is in his hand, this water dragon chant is trembling so much?"

At this time, Zhou Bufan also had a long knife in his hand that shone with a little essence. Snorted, "Bronze Knife, Teach Your Excellency a high move." ”

"Well, good. With the wind lightly nodding his head, his feet moved, and his whole body surged up like a long wind, rushing towards Zhou Bufan and the others.

With the change of his body, the pure Jun sword he held in his hand also burst out with a brilliant purple sword light. Between the criss-crossing, tens of thousands of sword qi have been cut out, and these sword qi are connected to each other, just like thousands of intertwined sword nets. Straight under the hood for the two of them!

Zhou Bufan and the two of them changed again, but they didn't expect that Suifeng's trick to test their strength so casually would be so powerful, and it was as if Jiashi was going to close the entire space in front of them.

It was Murong Xuanfeng who reacted first, and the water dragon chant in his hand rose like a wave, and the tip of the sword turned into thousands of thousands, slashing towards the sword net. It is also indescribable that thousands of sword qi spewed out, and it turned out to be endless to deal with endless.

Murong Xuanfeng's endless Dao sword qi immediately dispersed as soon as it was released, and the sound of the sword qi shaking the void was endless.

Compared to this Murong Xuanfeng, Zhou Bufan's parry was much simpler and rude. Directly wielding the copper knife in his hand, he rushed towards the light net in front of him, but the simple vertical and horizontal two sword lights slashed fiercely on the incoming sword net.

It's just that what they didn't expect was that the sword net in front of them was simply illusory. Under the touch of their sword light, it dissipated on its own.

"Not good!" both of them felt their hearts skip a beat.

But it was already too late, and at this time, the sword moves hidden under the sword light were really revealed. A long sword shining with purple light burst through the air, and the tip of the sword seemed to carry an inexplicable liliang, and in a flash, it turned into thousands of thousands of lights, flashing a little purple starlight.

Scattered and fierce, even before the sound of breaking the air could be made, it had already reached the two of them.

This sword light came too much, and they couldn't help it. Murong Xuanfeng and Zhou Bufan could only stubbornly urge the blade in their hands to meet them, even though they both knew in their hearts that the origin of this long sword in Suifeng's hand would never be ordinary. But at this moment, there is no other way when I am forced to do so.

Just listen to a series of "clanging" sounds, and in that moment, I don't know how many times the blades of the pure jun sword intersected in their hands.

In front of the two of them, they could only see a purple sword light constantly changing, and suddenly, this sword light in the sky dispersed at once. The sound of the intersection of gold and iron that reverberated around also stopped suddenly, and the wind that had just disappeared reappeared in shape. His right hand is pointing down diagonally, holding a pure Jun sword in his hand.

At this moment, there was a faint purple halo on the body of the pure Jun sword, as if thousands of stars had been integrated into the sword body, and the halo flashed out when it was urged by this true qi.

"When—"

The sound of a light gold and iron thing falling to the ground, Sui Feng's eyes were flat, and he still couldn't see the slightest fluctuation. And although Zhou Bufan and Murong Xuanfeng stopped the tricks in their hands, they seemed to be stimulated by something, and their faces were full of horror.

Murong Xuanfeng was a little stunned and raised the Water Dragon Yin Sword in his hand, and at some point, the originally crystal clear sword body was actually cut off by a three-inch-long sword tip! At this moment, the Water Dragon Yin was not only a point shorter than just now, but also lost the sharpness of the sword tip.

Murong Xuanfeng lowered his head and stared blankly at his feet. The tip of the sword lay quietly at his feet at this moment.

"This Water Dragon Yin Divine Sword is actually broken like this?" I don't know if that Xuanfeng is asking others, or himself. (To be continued......)