Yuxiang

If it was a fight outside the town, Murong Xian would directly suppress and kill him regardless of the backing behind him.However, considering that this is a city, those Yu people should not be allowed to see the jokes of human practitioners. The most important thing is that she came here at the invitation of Yin Wanru. No matter what the reason was, she beheaded Lin Haotian, who was also a guest. It seemed that it was a bit out of etiquette, so she only gave the other party a lesson that was neither serious nor serious.

Lin Haotian's body protection supernatural powers resisted the blow, but the power of the talisman had completely disappeared. Not only did he cough up a large pool of blood, but his soul was shaken. Not only could he not stand up, he couldn't even heal himself.

"Haha, this guy is so unlucky, it's just horrible!" Some of the spectators who didn't deal with Lin Haotian immediately took the opportunity to taunt him.

"Stop! You are so brave, don't you be afraid of me, Tai Haozong..." Lin Haotian's entourage shouted, but they had no choice. Even a Mahayana monk would not be able to break through the shield in the arena in a short time , if they dare to attack the shield, the people of the Feiyu tribe will kill them on the spot without hesitation.

"Tai Hao Zong Lin Haotian lost, according to the duel agreement, Lin Haotian's bet belongs to Murong Xianxian." After the monk of the Feiyu tribe who supervised the field confirmed that Lin Haotian was unable to continue fighting, he announced the result of the duel with a blank face. .So, countless pairs of fiery eyes looked at the jade box that was said to be the finger bones of immortals.

"Thank you." Murong Xianxian thanked him politely, put away the Qingluan treasure chariot and the jade box, and Lin Haotian's attendants also rushed to the stage to help him heal his injuries.

"Kill her for me!"

Lin Haotian took a panacea, and his injury has begun to improve rapidly. Although he can't make a move, his voice is extremely loud, and his eyes are almost like volcanoes, and his eyes can burn people.

"Stop it, this is a competition, not a vent of personal hatred."

In a flash, Yin Wanru appeared on the stone platform.Angrily stopped in front of Murong Xianxian, "Lin Haotian, if you do this again, you won't be my friend."

Lin Haotian is not really stupid.Although Yin Wanru's favor is not very important compared to the treasure in the jade box, he also knows that with his current strength, the possibility of retrieving the treasure from Murong Xianxian is very small, and at the same time To lose Yin Wanru's friendship would be an even greater loss.

"Lin Haotian, if you give me the three spiritual veins of Tai Haozong in Wuhai to Tianjiao Palace, I will help you kill Murong Xianxian." A voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Lin Haotian raised his eyes to look.Ao Wunu, the third palace lord of Tianjiao Palace, nodded slightly at him.

Obviously, it was Ao Wunu who spoke in his ear through thousands of miles of sound transmission just now, and only he could hear it.Under normal circumstances, he would definitely not agree to this deal, after all, it involved Tai Haozong's interests in Wuhai.But at this moment, Lin Haotian's entire body and mind were filled with hatred towards Murong Xianxian.No wonder Murong Xianxian died in front of him immediately, so he agreed to Ao Wunu's request without hesitation: "Okay, it's a deal!"

Ao Wunu smiled slightly, and gave an elderly monk behind him a fighting look... It was not his fault to take advantage of the fire, the Tianjiao Palace had long coveted the three spiritual veins of the Taihao Sect in the sea of ​​fog, and just now Murong's slender The immortal phalanx he won was enough to arouse his greed, plus the hatred between Murong Xianxian and Hui Jiao Taisui.Tianjiao Palace and Murong Xianxian have long had a deep hatred.Now that most of Murong Xianxian's strength has been exposed, he believes that sending out this monk is enough to suppress the opponent.

Ao Yuanjiao is the elder of the Tianjiao Palace. Although he is only a beginner Mahayana, he has practiced an ancient secret method, and his body has been tempered to be extremely tough.He is unparalleled in power and ranks among the best in Tianjiao Palace.

Receiving Ao Wunu's signal, Ao Yuanjiao flew to the stone platform in a flash, blocking Murong Xianxian and Yin Wanru.

"Hey. What do you want to do?" Yin Wanru glared at him, but it was a pity that her glaring had no deterrent effect on Ao Yuanjiao, and he ignored her at all.

"Good dogs don't get in the way!" Murong Xianxian will definitely not be polite to such a guy with malicious intentions. She gently pushed Yin Wanru's shoulder with her right hand, and the girl felt as if she was flying, and she couldn't help herself. Fall to the stage.Lin Haotian over there was also taken away from the stone platform by his followers.

"Fairy Murong, Ao is delighted to see Liexin, let's have a match!" Ao Yuanjiao smiled maliciously, since the other party dared to offend the majesty of Tianjiao Palace, it would be a sin of death without redemption.

"Why do you ask to compete with me?" Murong Xianxian glanced at him contemptuously, without any hesitation.

"Fairy Murong, you are not afraid, are you?" Ao Wu raised his voice angrily in the distance, wanting to use provocative methods.

"If you want to play, you can, take out the lottery head?"

The corners of Murong Xianxian's mouth twitched slightly, "An immortal or quasi-immortal level magic weapon, or [-] million middle-grade spirit stones. If you don't have one, please don't open your mouth. I'm not a hooligan, and I have nothing to do to find someone to fight with. "

You are not a hooligan, co-authors are we?

Ao Wunu's nose was almost twisted with anger, and the other practitioners also clamored when they heard such a big bet.

"how about this?"

Ao Wunu took out an ancient seal from the treasure bag and put it in his palm, "The four-pole seal seals the spirits of four Mahayana-cultivated beasts. It is definitely a quasi-celestial weapon."

"can!"

The last time Huijiao Taisui escaped, this time it was Tianjiao Palace who jumped out to provoke trouble, Murong Xianxian was already murderous... People want to kill, and things are also wanted.

"Wait, where's your bet? First of all, that Qingluan treasure chariot is not enough. I want your set of seven-color flying swords!"

Ao Wunu finally revealed what he meant. In this battle, he not only wanted Murong Xianxian's treasure, but also sold Lin Haotian a favor.

"Are you still shameless? You have to bet on seven quasi-celestial-level flying swords with a broken seal." Ao Xiaolong was angry, "If you are poor and crazy, there will be fish, turtles and crabs in the sea!"

hiss!

There was a sound of gasping, and Ao Xiaolong confirmed it. Everyone was surprised and didn't know what to say. A complete set of quasi-celestial weapons...that is a super rare equipment.

If it weren't for some reserve and fear, they would all want to rush forward and ask to participate in the gambling.

"What? Don't dare to gamble?"

Ao Wunu ignored Ao Xiaolong, but questioned Murong Xianxian. With his character, not only the seven flying swords were to be decided, but also the Qingluan treasure chariot and the immortal finger bones were his. Even if Ao Yuanjiao lost , will also use brute force to grab it.

"Another 5000 million spirit stones. I bet you!"

Murong Xianxian unleashed the flying sword, the bright sword body was filled with a rainbow-like halo, so gorgeous that it was in a mess.

"No problem." Ao Wunu handed a storage ring and seal to the arena arbiter of the Feiyu tribe together.

"Wait a minute, since it's a bet, you can't use these seven flying swords." Ao Yuanjiao is not stupid, the opponent's sword formation is too fierce, if he fights head-on with the opponent's sword formation, he is really not sure of winning .

"If you have any other requests, let's bring them up together?" Murong Xianxian handed the seven flying swords to the arbitrator, with a mocking look on his face: "Do you want me to fight empty-handed?"

"That's not necessary, we'd better rely on our own abilities." Ao Yuanjiao blushed a little, he was indeed a little worried about the mysterious and unpredictable sword array, but it was justifiable to prohibit the other party from using it in the name of betting.If you care about it again, it would be really embarrassing.

"Hey, this is a monk from Tianjiao Palace? I think it's from Tiansnake Palace?"

"You have the nerve to ask someone to give up the flying sword they used, and you will lose all the face of the Yaozu."

"I'm dying of laughter. Don't the Huijiao clan have the bloodline closest to the dragon clan? I think not only did they not inherit the inherited magical powers of the dragon clan, but they also lost the backbone of the dragon clan."

Some cultivators took the opportunity to ridicule Ao Yuanjiao, but in fact they aimed directly at Ao Wunu. In their view, this was clearly the treasure that Tianjiao Palace was trying to get Murong Xianxian for.Although they were also envious of Murong Xianxian's net worth, those treasures could fall into their hands, but they fell into the hands of Tianjiao Palace.It is absolutely impossible.

"Aren't you waiting for me to commit suicide?"

Murong Xianxian stood in the arena with a calm and calm expression, a slight sarcasm appeared on the corner of her mouth, a trembling aura spread from her body to the surroundings, she stood there quietly, like an immortal tree .Standing between heaven and earth.

When you are strong and stronger, Murong Xianxian has never been a person who shows weakness. Standing there is like a goddess of war who is in the world. The power is like a torrential flood, filling the entire arena.

"Pretend!"

Ao Yuanjiao let out a roar.Raising the sleeves of the robe, a streak of black light shot towards Murong Xianxian with a thrilling howl, trying to seize the upper hand.

boom!

Murong slender came out little by little, the Sanskrit resounded through the heaven and earth, a golden finger shadow rose slowly like a little golden sun, shone with divine light, covering everything in front of him, and the sky fell apart!

That ray of black light met head-on, like an oolong, bombarding the finger shadow, the space oscillated, and hundreds of millions of rays of light burst out, so dazzling that people couldn't keep their eyes open, and the entire arena shook.

"This is the real battle of the strong, and other people really can't compare, it will be bloody mud!" Someone felt shocked and whispered to himself.

If the battle between Murong Xianxian and Lin Haotian just now was like the confrontation between two trains, then the battle between her and Ao Yuanjiao now is like the collision of two planets. The supernatural brilliance shines in all directions, and even the entire space becomes bright. The shield of the arena rippled one after another. If it wasn't a treasure inherited from ancient times, it might have been shaken to powder long ago.

If the two fought outside, it would be a catastrophe for the entire Feiyu City. Fortunately, the arena blocked all the impact, and the anxiety in the hearts of the onlookers gradually disappeared. They were also surprised that Murong Xianxian was so strong... …In the early days of Mahayana, it was also Mahayana, and it was not the same as what treasures were used to improve the cultivation level, but Murong Xianxian was still so strong, it was self-confidence and strength!

Boom~~

The brilliance in the arena is so bright that the faces of the two people can no longer be seen clearly, only the two figures can be vaguely discerned. Each of the two figures is fighting with magic weapons and supernatural powers. Each blow has earth-shattering power. shaking.

At this moment, everything in the small town seems to have lost its luster. Two people are fighting in the arena, like two gods of war. Powerful spirits are thrown here. They are the strongmen of the Feiyu tribe. While paying attention to the situation here, they don't want any troubles to appear suddenly and disrupt the normal order of the town.

"boom!"

In the final blow, the two passed by each other, and they stopped there. They were separated by a considerable distance, and silently looked at each other.

The dazzling brilliance disappeared, the arena returned to clarity, and gradually stabilized, and the undulating shield gradually calmed down.

There was silence all around, especially those cultivators who were eyeing the treasures on Murong Xianxian, and now they all began to re-evaluate Murong Xianxian... A monk in the pure yang realm, without using any magic weapon, was evenly matched with a Mahayana monk .

If it was someone else, they might not take it seriously, but it was Ao Yuanjiao, a fierce fighter with the highest combat power in Tianjiao Palace.Under such circumstances, if there are still people who desperately want to trouble Murong Xianxian, then their heads are really caught in the door.Of course, there are also those with dark psychology who wish Murong Xianxian would be killed by someone. Their typical thinking of harming others and benefiting themselves is really weird.

"That's right. Given your age and realm, it's really rare to have such combat prowess, but it's just the beginning." Ao Yuanjiao doesn't have any sense of superiority now. , and it is not something he can insult.

What would happen if a monk who was almost equal to him in the pure yang realm was promoted to Mahayana?

Ao Yuanjiao didn't dare to think about it.It was also because of this that he wanted to keep Murong Xianxian in the arena forever. As for treasures, they were no longer in his consideration.

The expressions of the practitioners in the surroundings changed completely. Could the massive battle just now be regarded as a warm-up?

This is too shocking, isn't it?

"If you talk about fighting, you will fight, long-winded!"

A blue light shot out between Murong Xianxian's eyebrows, the Great Compassion Mirror appeared, a six-color light curtain hung down, and a six-color lotus platform rose at her feet, Murong Xianxian awakened like a Bodhisattva, her head was full of Buddha's light, dancing backwards, she lifted With a palm, he slapped Ao Yuanjiao.

"Roar……"

Ao Yuanjiao looked up to the sky and howled, like a god of war coming from the lower realm, with black hair scattered all over his head, he also rushed forward, his eyes were terrifying.

Boom~

When the two met, it was like two meteors colliding, bursting out with endless brilliance, and there was an aura like a catastrophe that seemed to rush out of the shield of the arena, forcing everyone watching the battle to retreat.

"These two people are crazy, attacking unreservedly, do you want to retreat?"

"At the beginning, is life and death going to be divided? It's too fast!"

"You are all wrong. That Ao Yuanjiao has practiced secret arts and has a strong body. Even in Tianjiao Palace, he will not be second-guessed."

"That Buddha treasure owned by Fairy Murong is too powerful..."

All the audience around exclaimed, all opened their mouths wide, watching all this nervously.