(PS: Two chapters in one!)

Countless powerful men could see the thunder rolling over Fengxi City and the heavy rain pouring down.

Suddenly, a loud roar shook the sky, and at the same time, a sun-like light burst out, and the void continued to squeeze like ripples, eventually collapsing.

"snort……"

Several muffled sounds were heard, and three figures fell from the air at the same time.

Yuwen Leidong's face was full of embarrassment, the right half of his body was stained with blood, and he could hardly move. In fact, he only suffered superficial injuries, which was caused by the exhaustion of his energy.

In the duel just now, Murong Fanchen and Zi Ling were two lunatics, one old and one young. They attacked wildly, making him have to use all his strength to parry every move. In just half an hour, his entire body was completely covered with fire.

The power is exhausted.

"Master!"

Immediately, strong men from the Yuwen family stepped forward to help him up. Some even took out the healing elixirs and fed them to him. Then they used their soul power to detect for a while to make sure that Yuwen's thunder movement was not serious, and then he felt relieved.

On the other side, Zi Ling and Murong Fanchen were in similar situations!

Zi Ling is better. Although Xiao Nizi is out of breath, she is a special creature and her recovery power is much stronger than that of ordinary humans.

However, Murong Fanchen's situation is a bit dangerous. During the battle, whether he activated the pinnacle ancestral weapon or the Litian Sword Art, he was in an overloaded state. Now, not only is his strength exhausted, but his soul injuries are also aggravated.

trend.

"Sect Master Mo, my subordinates have high expectations!"

Yuwen Leidong took a breath and stood up with the help of several strong men, saying with shame on his face.

"I never counted on you!" Mo Wudi looked indifferent, obviously very dissatisfied with the outcome of this battle.

Yu Wen Lei Dong suppressed his anger and came down cross-legged, quickly recovering the energy he had consumed. Of course, his anger was due to the Murong family. He had been famous all his life, but he didn't expect that the ship would capsize today.

If Mo Wubian used this as an excuse to go back and obtain the Sword Master's inheritance without giving him training, wouldn't it be a failure in his efforts?

"I didn't expect that this battle would end in a draw. Future Madam of the Sect Master, isn't it our turn to fight?" Mo Wubian turned his head with a bright smile on his face.

Murong Wan had just checked the injuries of Zi Ling and Murong Fanchen. At this time, she was already worried. When she heard Mo Wubian's insulting words, her momentum suddenly became stronger.

"Keng!"

An aqua blue long sword pierced the air, almost as if the human sword merged into one and flew towards the sky. Vast source of power poured out, and the violent waves rose again in the nine heavens.

Although she said nothing, she showed her anger at this moment with actual actions.

The long sword in her hand, Zi Ling, is very familiar with it. It is the Water Singing Sword that has been following her. However, the grade of the Water Singing Sword today is not comparable to that of the past.

"Hahaha, it seems that my future sect master's wife has a bad temper. If she doesn't teach her a lesson, I'm afraid it will be difficult to discipline her in the future!"

Mo Wubian stepped forward step by step, reaching an altitude of hundreds of feet in a few steps. The smile on his face never stopped.

"Show your ancestral weapon!"

Murong Wan's aura burst out without reservation. She was determined to kill the formidable enemy in front of her and was not willing to wait for a moment longer.

"How can you use such dangerous weapons to fight against the future wife? Just make your move!"

When Mo Wubian said this, he was naturally confident that with his cultivation in the middle stage of the True God Realm, he could easily suppress Murong Wan.

But when he turned his hands, his palms suddenly turned into black. At the same time, there was black mist within a hundred feet around him. As expected, just like his name, the black color was boundless.

This black mist was no ordinary mist. As soon as it appeared, the energy of the world quickly retreated, as if it felt some great terror.

It turns out that Mo Wubian is still a demon cultivator!

"Take the move!"

Murong Wan's voice was cold and without any nonsense. The Water Singing Sword screeched across the sky, and the space instantly shattered like paper. The energy of the heaven and earth with a radius of thousands of miles trembled, as if it was about to turn into the Nine Heavens Gang Wind to wreak havoc on the world.

"Tsk!"

This light blue sword light is not big, as small as a strand of silk, but when the sword is slashed out, it makes people feel extremely heavy, as if the space is bearing a huge load.

"Swish, swish... swish!"

What's even more incredible is that, almost at the same time, eight more identical sword lights flew out, tearing apart the sky like thousands of galloping horses.

The nine sword rays advanced in unison and condensed without emitting any light. As they intertwined with each other, they were like nine comets sweeping past, arriving in front of Mo Wubian in an instant.

"This is the real Litian Sword Technique!"

Both Murong Fanchen and the more discerning members of the Murong family recognized the origin of this sword technique and were filled with admiration. This was the first time in their lives that they had seen the legendary sword master's magical power.

Yuwen Leidong's eyes suddenly widened. He was a strong swordsman, and he immediately discovered the horror of these nine sword lights. If he was faced with this move, how would he take it?

No one needed to remind him. The first thing he thought of was the inheritance of the Sword Master. If not, how could he have such power? If he could cultivate, his strength would increase dramatically.

However, the strange thing is that the people below did not feel much fluctuation from such a powerful sword force. Instead, Mo Wubian's eyes narrowed.

In his eyes, every time the sword light passed by, the surrounding void instantly sunk several feet, but it was still unable to withstand the terrifying power within the sword light and eventually shattered.

"Great Demonic Star-Shattering Claw!"

Mo Wubian did not dare to neglect, the vast source of power instantly poured into his arms, stretched out to both sides to grab and pull, and with the sound of "crash", two pieces of void were torn apart, and then he pulled it back with extremely rich demonic energy, and went crazy towards the nine

The sword light shot down.

"Boom...boom!"

The earth shook, as if an ancient giant beast was roaring. The warriors in Fengxi City only felt the sea tremble, and countless tile-roofed houses were shattered.

"Come again!"

Murong Wan's expression did not waver at all, as if she had expected this scene. Her weak body turned and twisted, like a nine-day fairy dancing in the air, and an earth-shattering wave burst out from the Water Singing Sword that swept across the endless sky.

"Hula... boom!"

An extremely low sword sound resounded, and she drew another sword, just one sword!

But in the eyes of everyone, this sword is like a rolling river rushing out of the sea, and like a general who has spent his entire life in military service holding a long sword and rushing towards tens of millions of troops with a tragic momentum that will never return.

"Sure enough, there are some skills...the Great Demonic Sun-Splitting Fist!"

Mo Wubian roared, and at the same time as he punched out, the endless demonic energy turned into a fist dozens of feet thick and shot out of the air, and the void collapsed in pieces wherever it passed.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the fists and swords intersected, like two meteorites colliding in the sky, the sky became pitch black, and only the endless space wind rolled back crazily. The vast and majestic pressure made countless strong people watching the battle tremble with fear.

Immediately afterwards, there were several crazy collisions.

"call!"

Finally, the black fog dispersed, revealing two figures facing each other several miles apart in mid-air.

Murong Wan was still the elegant goddess exuding a noble aura, but her face was a little pale, and it was obvious that the consumption of her just now was not light.

Mo Wubian, on the other hand, looked ahead with a gloomy expression. The five fingers of his right hand were slightly spread and then tightly clenched, as if they were still a little painful.

I was too confident. I thought that I could easily crush the opponent without using the ancestral weapon because I had surpassed the second level of cultivation. It seems that I still underestimated the sword master's inheritance.

The power of the swords that this young girl had just struck was enough to seriously injure or even kill Yuwen Leidong. This kind of heaven-defying combat power was worthy of being an innate water spirit body, and could compete with all the gods in the Taixu Realm.

"The future sect leader's wife is beyond my expectations, but eleven sword strikes in a row should be your limit, right?"

Mo Wubian did not forget to strike and said: "If you surrender now and hand over the inheritance of the Sword Master, this sect leader can save you from suffering!"

"opinionated!"

Murong Wan smiled sweetly, like a rising sun rising into the sky, dispelling the endless evil energy: "I am indeed not as powerful as you now, but I can still keep you in Fengxi City!"

"Um?"

Regarding this sentence, not to mention Mo Wubian and others, even Murong Fanchen was a little confused, while Zi Ling was confused, always feeling that something bad would happen.

"puff!"

Suddenly, the white-clothed fairy raised her head and spit out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the light blue water-singing sword blood red. The aura in her body rose crazily, and it seemed that she had surpassed the extreme of the heavenly realm.

Then, a heavenly sound resounded throughout the world: "Litian Sword Formation, activate!"

In an instant, a destructive wave burst out from her delicate body.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Behind the Murong family's mansion, a long sword exuding a terrifying aura shot out of the air, like a rain of swords filling the sky, traveling at the speed of chasing the wind and the moon.

"No, it's the sword array of the ancestral temple!"

Murong Fanchen immediately discovered something, his expression suddenly changed wildly, and he shouted: "Wan'er doesn't want it!"

The area around the Murong family's ancestral temple is covered with tens of thousands of ancestral weapons and long swords. They are the family's heritage. If the family is breached, some of the descendants can still protect it.

This formation was left by our ancestors, but as time went by, the energy within it was constantly being consumed. Therefore, the family heads of the past generations would organize strong men within the clan to inject source power into it to warm and nourish the sword formation.

Of course, this sword formation is also the most powerful move in the Litian Sword Technique.

If Murong Wan has enough cultivation and uses the Ten Thousand Sword Formation, even the strongest in the True God Realm can be killed by the sword.

However, she is not even at the True God Realm. Even activating the flow of the Hundred Swords requires consuming blood and blood to stimulate energy. To unleash the full power of the Hundred Swords, she may have to pay the price of her life.

"Miss, no, it's not worth it for you to fight to the death with that bastard Mo Wudi!"
To be continued...