Starting from the outer door, single-handedly challenge the cultivation world!

"An opponent in the Dharma Aperture Realm can make me take out the glazed knife! You are proud enough."

Mu Shenchuan didn't talk nonsense anymore, with an indifferent expression, suppressing his anger in his heart.

As a monk of this realm, once serious, the threat is very great.

The glazed knife in his hand is Mou Shenchuan's natal magic weapon. Although it is still at the third level, it is not far from the magic weapon.

When a monk enters the middle three realms, his magic power changes and his Taoism improves.

At that time, it will be necessary to refine the magic weapon, so that the natal weapon that proves the Dao will be transformed into a magic weapon.

Mou Shenchuan practiced hard at Wudou Peak for several years, constantly challenging his limits.

While improving his cultivation, he also collected the precious materials needed to upgrade the magic weapon.

After manifesting his own ice skate god form, the importance of the Liuli knife to Mou Shenchuan increased by three points.

Only by combining the appearance of the god and the glazed sword, can he show his strongest power.

"Frozen Hundred Miles"

Mou Shenchuan swung his saber, and the figure behind him was also cut off.

The void was frozen by cold air, and large ice crystals quickly condensed on the ground.

Because of Mou Shenchuan's knife, the empty place of fighting skills has become another look.

The icy and extremely cold breath permeated the air, making one's heart tremble, and even Sikong Changming felt the threat.

The momentum of this knife is more powerful than the previous knife.

A sword light several feet long swept towards Sikong Changming like a piece of ice that would not melt for a thousand years.

"break!"

Sikong Changming let out a long roar, and the magic power surged up from his body, with extraordinary power.

In the Dharma Aperture, there is a flash of spiritual light, and there is a mysterious sound that seems to be absent, as if there is a living being sitting cross-legged in it, chanting scriptures continuously.

At this moment, he went all out and used all his means.

Hold your hands together in front of your body, like holding up a bunch of flowers.

The magic power came together, poured in continuously, and turned into a vortex in a blink of an eye.

A hazy aura emerged, and obscure power emerged from Sikong Changming's palm.

"Pretend."

Mu Shenchuan didn't take it seriously, and kept approaching with the magic weapon.

The bishiyin kept swallowing the Changqing's Xuanhand barrier, and once again protected it in front of Sikong Changming.

Bing Feng slashed to the front of his body, fell into the Xuanhand barrier, and began to kill each other.

This type of saber technique is very different from Han Ji Zhan, and is not restrained by the green lion seal.

The mighty icy-cold saber aura was in a stalemate with the thousand-year-old wood aura in the Jade Lion Seal, constantly consuming the mana of both sides.

"Compared to magic, you are not my opponent. Compared to mana, you are still not my opponent!"

Mu Shenchuan had murderous intentions in his heart, and at this moment he was sarcastically sarcastically.

For such a provocation, Sikong Changming didn't take it seriously at all.

The Xuanjin Dharma Sword rotated according to his thoughts, flying in mid-air, rushing towards Mou Shenchuan from one position to another, trying to cause interference.

"Do you think I will be fooled a second time with such a small trick?"

Mou Shenchuan yelled wildly, turned the long knife in his hand, drew a circular arc, and slashed backwards on the Xuanjin Dharma Sword, knocking the dharma weapon that had just been refined by Sikong Changming directly out.

The long knife swayed, and followed the momentum of flying, and then slashed again.

"Suo Xue!"

The third sword technique is displayed.

Mu Shenchuan showed all his strength, and Sikong Changming also felt tremendous pressure.

The whistling sound came from the glazed knife, like a beast howling and roaring in the ice and snow.

With this knife, the world is white.

In an instant, the entire place of fighting skills was covered by pale ice and snow, the wind was strong in the midair, and the sky was full of snowflakes.

The divine form behind Mou Shenchuan quietly dissipated, turning into wisps of light, which merged with the glazed sword.

A group of blue Profound Handle Barriers looked extremely abrupt in the snow-white environment.

Even this magic weapon with great potential didn't last long.

White snow fell one after another, covering the group of blue Zhiyun.

The Xuanjin Dharma Sword was also completely frozen to the ground by the magic power that Mou Shenchuan swung casually.

"I have destroyed the two instruments, what else do you have?"

Mou Shenchuan approached step by step, and at this moment he was standing in front of Sikong Changming.

His cold eyes fell on the Mingxia Lantern beside Sikong Changming.

A barely forged third-tier magic weapon is basically not threatening in the fighting process of the visible monks.

Therefore, in the process of Yu Mou Shenchuan's fighting, Sikong Changming never thought about the effect of the Mingxia Lantern.

However, Mou Shenchuan, who was overshadowed by the Xuanjin Fajian once, did not dare to underestimate him.

Another burst of mana shot out, blasting towards the Mingxia lantern.

The soft light, under Shuxue's approach, could only cover a small area.

That burst of magic power fell on the Mingxia lamp, immediately causing the lamp-shaped magic weapon to fall to the ground as if it had been frozen.

The tinder, which was the size of an egg, had also shrunk to the size of a grain of rice at this moment. It was almost invisible, and it was almost completely extinguished.

The fundamental reason why the Mingxia Lantern can become a third-order magic weapon is this shining light.

The quality of the magic weapon itself is not enough.

The final refining into a third-order magic weapon is the joint influence of many factors.

If the core fire is extinguished, the grade of this magic weapon will drop instantly.

Mu Shenchuan also saw this situation, and a bit of excitement appeared on his face.

Turning his eyes, he suddenly said quietly:

"There are actually three third-tier instruments, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant."

"I will extinguish your lamp, and I will also break that magic sword."

"what do you think."

Facing Mu Shenchuan's malicious ridicule, Sikong Changming's eyes moved slightly, but his expression remained calm.

No matter how the opponent's technique changed, he didn't care.

The real victory or defeat is just a matter of an instant.

Only the result can decide right or wrong.

In the palm of his hand, the mana vortex never stopped, swallowing all the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth.

The hazy light beam became solid at this moment, exuding a seemingly invisible coercion, which made Mou Shenchuan feel threatened.

"This is your trump card?"

"Unfortunately, it won't be time for you to cast it."

Seeing the aura floating in Sikong Changming's palm, Mou Shenchuan immediately changed his mind.

Although the idea of ​​destroying the opponent's weapon is indeed worth a try.

However, in Mou Shenchuan's heart, the most important thing is to defeat this arrogant kid in front of him.

Holding the glazed knife in his hand, he raised it high in front of him.

Mou Shenchuan's eyes shot out fierce lights.

"This time, we have to split people and techniques together."

The cold voice sounded, but it still couldn't shake Sikong Changming's mind.

"Okay."

"It's really hard for you to wait for so long."

Sikong Changming spoke suddenly, responding to the opponent's threat.

On the palm, the mana vortex dissipated, leaving only a hazy light cluster filled with light mist.

"Want to win me? Idiots are dreaming!"

Mou Shenchuan was furious when he heard the words, raised his arms, and smashed Huashan!
A dazzling halo erupted from the glazed knife, as if carved from crystal, like a miniature thousand-year-old ice peak.

"cut!"

The long knife slashed down, like a mountain of ice and snow falling down, trying to smash this place of fighting skills into ruins.

Sikong Changming stretched out his hand and made the same movement as Mou Shenchuan.

He also held his hands up, and raised that hazy ball of light high!

The next moment, the fog covering the light cluster finally dissipated.

Like a pure and pure fairy, she finally lifted the veil on her face.

A bright halo emanated from Sikong Changming's hand.

To be precise, it was irradiated from the spherical phantom in his hand.

"Holding the moon with the palm of your hand, please enlighten me."

Sikong Changming said lightly.

The phantom of the bright moon separated from his palm at this moment and slowly rose into the sky.

Soft, cool, pure, bright...

The spiritual light on the moon shadow exudes all kinds of indescribable dao rhymes.

"An illusory shadow, what is there to be arrogant about!"

Mou Shenchuan gritted his teeth, his hatred became stronger.

No matter how powerful the spell is, it doesn't matter how powerful an opponent is.

In the face of cultivation, all methods are false.

Suddenly, Mou Shenchuan brandished the glazed knife and slashed down brazenly.

The knife light, as pure as crystal, hit the phantom of the bright moon.

"Click"

A slight sound sounded first.

It was like some kind of solid object that could not withstand the force of the collision and finally shattered.

Mu Shenchuan's eyes were firm, and he stared at the direction where the Liuli knife fell.

"I don't believe you will win."

Before the words were finished, a deafening sound finally came from the place where the phantom of the moon star collided with the glazed long knife.

"boom!"

After a moment of stiffness, the sound of a sonic boom enough to pierce eardrums erupted.

The phantom of the moon star suddenly swelled, like a real moon, blooming a boundless halo of coolness.

The wind and snow in the place of fighting skills disappeared in an instant.

This was originally a special environment created by Mou Shenchuan's use of magic.

Under the pressure of a stronger force, it collapsed immediately.

The cold halo enveloped both of them.

It was only at this moment that Mou Shenchuan realized the abnormality belatedly.

The Liuli Dao, which had been refined into a natal magic weapon, hummed at this moment, obviously suffering a serious injury.

Under the traction of the breath, the divine form was also damaged.

"puff!"

Mu Shenchuan spat out a mouthful of blood on his back, staring at the bright moon in horror.

"how is this possible."

Howls sounded, and were immediately submerged in the cold moonlight.

The overwhelming spiritual light shines through every corner of the fighting ground.

That round of bright moon turned into a radius of one zhang at this moment and slowly rose into the sky.

Just like the real lunar moon and stars, who fell into the mortal world by mistake, they are going to soar up and return to the sky at this moment.

This phantom flew higher and higher, and finally even soared to the highest point of the fighting place.

In Wudou Peak, the place for disciples to fight is actually a cylindrical space surrounded by magic circles.

The highest point is worth hundreds of feet!
Going up, you will be out of the range covered by the magic circle.

The establishment of the magic circle is, on the one hand, to protect the safety of the martial arts disciples.

On the other hand, it is also to limit the aftermath of the spell.

After all, the empty island where the place of fighting skills is located is suspended above the sky.

If the rubble falling from the empty island falls into the Yunxufang City below, it will cause unnecessary danger.

However, the "palm holding the moon" displayed by Sikong Changming has also reached its limit at this moment.

The magic power condensed in the shadow of the bright moon has been exhausted in the collision just now.

But the bright moon dao rhyme that gathered at an unknown time has never dissipated.

Even with the loss of mana, Moon Shadow became dimmer.

But the ethereal and distant moonlight rhyme is more and more real.

The phantom of the bright moon flew higher and higher, directly breaking through the enveloping range of the magic circle, and rising to a higher sky.

This vision also attracted the attention of many people.

Yunxufang City is just under the empty island of Wudou Peak, and countless monks shuttle through it.

I don't know who it is, but I accidentally looked at the sky, and I was a little surprised.

"It's broad daylight, why is the moon out?"

"A mirage? Or some kind of vision, why is it so real?"

A group of people suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the phantom shadow of the sun that appeared in the sky.

There is far more than one empty island on Wudou Peak.

On the sky island where Sikong Changming was located, after a vision emerged, it also attracted the attention of other sky islands.

On an extremely vast empty island, a bald man wearing a cloak slowly walked out of the fighting ground, exuding an extremely fierce aura.

Although there are many gaps on the cloak, there are still pure star power remaining.

But the bald man still looked cheerful.

"How powerful do you think Xingfeng's preparation Dao Seed is?"

The man stroked his bald head with disdain on his face.

When he turned his head, he saw a phantom of a lunar moon and stars, gradually ascending into the sky.

The originally relaxed and calm expression suddenly froze.

"Is this the Xu family's palm supporting the moon?"

"When did the Xu family have such a young master!"

On other empty islands, there are also disciples from various spiritual peaks, all of whom are staring at the phantom of the Taiyin with serious expressions.

The phantom at this moment has been extremely dim.

The magic power in it is gone, leaving only a trace of dao rhyme, which communicates with the heaven and the earth and maintains the phantom.

But it is also because of all the external forces that have dissipated.

The existence of that dao rhyme became extremely clear.

"Who is the condensed divine form that can realize a trace of Dao rhyme! The Lanshan sect is really unfathomable."

"Unexpectedly, the Xu family has kept a low profile for many years and has cultivated such an amazing talent."

Many young monks have different thoughts at the moment, and they all focus on the Xu family who is inexplicably responsible.

There is no way, one of the most famous Taiyin magical powers in the cultivation world is the palm holding the moon passed down from generation to generation in the Xu family.

And the relationship between the Xu family and the Lanshan Sect is close, and many clansmen will worship the sect to practice.

Many monks who practiced the way of the bright moon were excited when they saw the phantom shadow of the sun rising to the extreme end of the sky.

This kind of dao rhyme has always been their highest pursuit.

At this moment, it suddenly appeared in front of them.

Sikong Changming, who was the instigator, didn't know that his supernatural power would cause an uproar.

At this moment, he stood in front of Mou Shenchuan with a calm face.

The opponent in front of him slumped to the ground, his robes were broken, revealing many scars.

There are many old wounds, and some are new and unhealed.

In the collision just now, the power of Taiyin Yuexing defeated Mou Shenchuan's saber technique and directly invaded his body, causing extremely serious internal injuries.

Holding the moon in the palm of the hand is the Xu family's unique school. Apart from its majestic momentum, it also has the yin of the way of the sun.

In this fight, Mou Shenchuan's external injuries were not obvious, but the internal injuries were extremely serious.

If you don't retreat quickly, you will pull out all the power of the Dao Taiyin in your body.

Over time, Mou Shenchuan's Dao foundation will be shaken, and the future of the Dao will be damaged by most of it.