magic door player

Chapter 110
Wen Muhan's beautiful slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, puzzled.

Both of her flying swords were first-order magic weapons, yet she failed to break off her opponent's flying sword.

Even, in the fight between the swords and lights of the two sides, the spirituality of his flying sword was still slightly damaged!

In other words, the opponent's flying sword was stronger than his own.

In the past, when she fought with others, she would win or lose in an instant.

It was the first time that she met an opponent who was comparable in mana, sword skill, and flying sword level to her.

She immediately pinched the sword formula, the purple and white sword lights flickered slightly, and then turned back.

Seeing the two sword lights intertwined into one body, it turned into a bright and shining horse, and suddenly fell towards Pang Yue.

The sword light connects the sky and the earth, as if it is integrated with the sky and the earth.

The sword is mighty and boundless, and it is even more flawless when changing and turning!
Taiqing's magic sword is about to tear apart the world!

Pang Yue laughed lightly, his body was filled with magic light, and his figure collapsed in an instant, turning into 33 jet-black sword lights, and went towards Wen Muhan's sword light.

These 33 swords form a brilliant trend, with a supreme coercion, which condenses the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth, and condenses the boundless chill.

Zheng!
A sword-cry that trembled in the void resounded!
The white sword energy spread all over the place in an instant.

There was a flash of light on Yingxian Mountain, and a thin light curtain rose to block the aftermath of the sword energy.

On the pavilion, those who originally intended to participate in the martial arts battle all frowned at this moment.

On the tallest pavilion in Yingxian Mountain.

The corners of Le Feihuang's eyes twitched, his complexion fluctuated.

Pang Yue's strength far exceeded his imagination.

Wen Muhan is among the top three disciples of the Taiqing Sect.

His swordsmanship is almost invincible at the same level.

This is also the reason why he wants to make friends with each other.

It's not just the other party's beauty and cold personality that easily arouse a man's desire to conquer.

More importantly, if you can form a Taoist partner with a swordsman genius like Wen Muhan, you will have an extra sharp weapon in your hand.

However, Pang Yue's combat power made him feel particularly tricky.

The previous plan to deal with Pang Yue can no longer be used.

"We have to change Jindan cultivator to deal with him!"

As soon as this idea appeared, it quickly occupied all of Le Feihuang's thoughts.

"Among the aristocratic family and casual cultivators, there are still a few golden elixirs who buy my face... Pang Yue, Pang Yue, no matter how powerful you are, can you win the golden elixir?"

"If you dare to humiliate me by pretending to be a tiger, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Le Feihuang squinted his eyes, watching the fight, while turning his mind.

On the field.

The sword light dissipated.

A golden bubble emerged, trapping Wen Muhan in it.

Two sword lights, one white and one purple, were caught by more than a dozen black sword lights, and it was difficult to return for a while.

Pang Yue appeared leisurely from the sky, stretched out his hand and grabbed Wen Muhan.

Then I saw a black magic vine jumping out from the void, like a black lightning, instantly entering a golden bubble, wrapping around Wen Muhan's body.

The magic vine is only as thick as a thumb, with strange flowers of various colors, spreading and entwining around Wen Muhan's body quickly.

Slender beautiful legs, slender waist, straight and round buttocks, tall mountains...

The magic vine was twisted and knotted again and again, and in the blink of an eye, it tied a "tortoise shell tie" pattern on Wen Muhan, a frosty beauty.

Gorgeous palace attire, graceful body, tied by a thin black vine in an extremely humiliating but extremely eye-catching style.

The cultivators watching the battle on Yingxian Mountain widened their eyes for a moment, staring intently.

Wen Muhan's body armor flickered a few times, and then disappeared.

She couldn't help but let out a soft cry, with a look of embarrassment on her face.

It turned out that on the magic vine, there were countless tiny thorns like thin whiskers, which could easily pierce her protective aura.

Her strongest sword move was broken by the opponent. According to common sense, she should stop to decide the outcome.

But unexpectedly, this demon cultivator used such a strange method to restrain her.

What made her feel even colder was that the magic vine on her body had a strong sense of bloodthirsty. At this moment, countless tiny thorns pierced into her skin, and it seemed that it could suck all the blood from her body in just an instant.

At this time, a faint voice commented: "The swordsmanship is good, but the fighting experience is too little... If Pang fights with you to the death, you should survive ten strokes."

Wen Muhan was taken aback, feeling that the magic vines on his body were becoming tighter and tighter.

She whispered: "I... admit defeat."

As soon as Pang Yue's mana was released, he removed the forbidden magic insect and the ten-color magic vine.

Wen Muhan's clothes were messy, he frowned and retracted the two flying swords, took a deep look at Pang Yue, turned around and flew away in a flash of light.

He didn't return to Yingxian Mountain, but flew towards Chongxuanzong.

Immediately, more than a dozen escaping lights flew out from Yingxian Mountain, chasing after him from afar.

The monks of Taiqingzong walked cleanly for a while.

Standing on the Yujing Terrace, Pang Yue looked at Yingxian Mountain. He didn't know what to say for a while, so he released a piercing black sword light, soaring into the sky, and made a dull thunder sound.

Seeing this, Jindan Daxiu Mengxuan smiled slightly, and said loudly: "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?"

A silence answered him.

Then, a voice said, "I'll come."

On Yingxian Mountain, a ray of thunder had just risen when it was stopped by a person.

"I'll come first."

The man transmitted the voice.

The distance between the two was only a few feet, but they communicated through sound transmission, obviously they did not want others to hear their conversation.

On Yingxian Mountain, many monks had already recognized the origins of the two, and they immediately became interested.

The person who said "I'm coming" at the beginning is the No. 1 base of the Wu Family Dao!
Wu Wenju!
This person once slashed golden core monsters in the East China Sea, and gained such a great reputation that he is well known by all factions.

He possessed the second-order magic weapon, the Sky Thunder Orb, and had fought several battles with Shen Tuhao of the Zhenyang Sect, with no end draw.

The person who stopped him was also of extraordinary cultivation, and he was a true disciple from Chongxuanzong, named Ni Zan!

This person is also a well-known master in the Daoji territory of Donghai, not inferior to Wu Wenju.

The two faced each other in the air and communicated through sound transmission, which attracted the attention of countless monks.

"Since I promised to give you the Zihuang Sword, there is no need for you to make another move."

Ni Zan was wearing a close-fitting battle armor, tall and burly, with a mask on his head, and his red hair fluttering in the wind, giving him an aura of majesty and stature.

Wu Wenju was dressed in a plain white Confucian robe, with a gentle temperament like jade, and a humble face.

He smiled when he heard the words, and said via voice transmission: "As a disciple of Chongxuan, is it appropriate for you to personally participate in this fight?"

"What's wrong?"

Ni Zan said lightly: "That's it, I'll bring you the Zihuang Sword!"

"Since that's the case, Tianleizhu... I will lend it to you temporarily."

Wu Wenju pondered for a moment, then stretched out his hand and threw something, Ni Zan took it.

Then, with a flash of his figure, he came to the Yujing stage.

Pang Yuehao looked at this Chongxuan disciple in his spare time, and Luo Qingyuan's voice sounded in his ears.

"This Ni Zan cultivates all three veins, namely Chongxuanzong's Mountain and River Map, Jinxia Banner and Nantianmen..."

"He also has a Tier [-] magic weapon bestowed by his master, named Golden Jiaojian, and it is also one of the nine veins of Chongxuanzong's magic weapon. It is powerful, so you have to be careful."

Chongxuanzong's nine veins correspond to nine magic weapons.

Among them, the map of mountains and rivers is the inheritance of Yuanshen level!

Pang Yue showed a serious look on his face. This Ni Zan should be similar to the magic talisman Zong He Miao.

(End of this chapter)