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It was the first time for Zhang Wenfeng to fight against a fifth-level master. His perception of swordsmanship and his understanding of power had reached a new level. Opponent gap.

In the past, with his advantage in sword realm and sharp swordsmanship, he was always invincible when fighting with his peers.

But now it makes him a little bit powerless, obviously he thinks he has done the best in this form of sword supernatural power, whether it is the right timing or the power of the unity of sword and mind, and it is just like he estimated before the battle, the sword supernatural power sneak attack is overwhelming The advantage prevailed, and a veteran fifth-level master was beaten into a mess and miserable.

However, as the rune bone puppet that cooperated with his sneak attack was knocked down to the ground by Sheng Congxian above using a large array of thunder, the Wujieqian in the air was also destructively attacked. Self-defeating.

Wan Shangwu, who was struggling to support, gained a respite and used superb fire techniques to quickly kill the majestic sword light.

Zhang Wenfeng couldn't use the second form of sword magic in a short period of time. You Lao turned invisible at this time, blending into the black air mass swirling above the Liuhe Yinsha formation, and fully dealt with the attack of Sheng Sheng outside the city. He can only rely on himself to find a way to bring out the advantages of the sword supernatural power, and completely defeat Wan Shangwu who has been abandoned by Sheng Sheng.

Otherwise, why should they fight against Sheng Congxian who has the right time and place?
With his left hand bluffed, he drew out the Linglong wooden pagoda, and without hesitation, he absorbed the more pure wood energy that he had instilled in the wooden pagoda over the years, and quickly absorbed it back into his body.

He probably understands the gap between himself and the old monster, because the old monster has already started to understand the power of the rules of fire, while he is still in the groping stage.

Then, let's win with strength.

When the power of his sword burst was too much higher than that of his opponent, no matter how clever Wanlaoguai's spellcasting method was, he would only be crushed to death.

The wood qi in the body is like a flood, turning into Yuan Qi, causing his meridians to swell and tingle, Zhang Wenfeng is expressionless, secretly glad that he has opened up a new meridian than others, which relieves about [-]% of the pressure, and adjusts the speed of Yuan Qi no problem.

The Xuanyuan sword, which was stalemate in the air, was slashed to the end by him.

The re-inflated sword light instantly broke the balance, and amidst the loud bang, flames splashed all over the sky.

Two protective treasures flew out of Wan Shangwu's body. At the critical moment, they collided with the sword light of Mount Tai, and the treasures shattered. He crossed his hands to protect his head, and with a scream, he was slashed and fell down near the sword-testing stone on the west side of the city. On the ground, a big hole was smashed, and the sand was flying.

Zhang Wenfeng swung his sword heartily, causing pain all over his body, but his eyes were shining brightly.

He had just touched the moment when the power of the sword supernatural power reached, and the mysterious atmosphere that was completely different from usual, he wished he could sit down immediately to retreat and study, and seize the rare opportunity to understand the rules of the sword.

The power is exhausted, and the Dao is born, and he is able to use such unparalleled sword power with the help of supernatural powers.

This sword opened a new door for him.

Sheng Congxian in the sky had a gloomy face. He underestimated that cunning sword repair boy, who could even use sword supernatural powers so ingeniously insidiously, and plotted against Lao Wan fiercely. With such a big change, he is going to help put out the fire for Lao Wan when his sword repair is not enough, so that they can fight evenly.

He regretted a little, he should deal with the sword repair boy first, he chose the wrong target.

With two hands, he did not hesitate to launch a double large formation attack towards the sword cultivator hovering above the light group of the formation mansion.

"Haha, it's too late, being an old man is just a display."

You Mengchang had been with Taoist Zhang for a long time, so he could tell that Taoist Zhang was exhausted, that sword magic power was beyond Taoist Zhang's control, and the vortex of the array of light surged, and Taoist Zhang was sucked into it all at once.

"Bang bang" several loud bangs, black air rippling, dissolving the attack force in all directions.Sheng Congxian snorted coldly. For a moment, he had no choice but to take the mansion controlled by Mengmei. He looked towards the west of the city, and saw Wan Shangwu whose bones were shattered all over his body was embedded in the mud pit. Flickering blazing flames, still thinking about making the last struggle.

"waste!"

With Nu Qi's indisputable curses, half of the blood-forbidden mist that encircled the formation rushed to the west of the city.

Waste also has a use for waste. After he integrates the flesh and blood soul of a fifth-level comrade into the blood forbidden evil formation, the power of the formation will be greatly increased, and a blood evil that obeys orders will be refined, and then it will be trapped in the city and cannot get out. The sword cultivator and the nasty Meng Mei.

He is bound to win that formation.

Even if he compromises and reconciles with the vast continent, and bears some infamy, he will admit it all.In the mansion, floating in the air, You Mengchang heard the screams and cursing coming from the direction of the west gate, and he smiled: "The old man just used a little trick, and he successfully provoked the desire in Sheng Congxian's heart. In front of the road, Sheng Congxian chose to walk alone by stepping on the dead body of his old friend, what a tragedy in the world."

He knows the human heart and ghosts best, and he is willing to figure out the human heart.

Before coming to Tiangan Continent, I tried my best to inquire about the compensation conditions offered by Sheng and Wan to Lu Changyuan and Gu Qingrong. One of them was the remnant weapon of the formation house that had been passed down for thousands of years from Tianchan Stone Temple. What Sheng Congxian asked for.

In the early stage of the battle, he deliberately showed a little of the atmosphere of the formation.

He used these silent and subtle techniques flawlessly, and he would kill people more than pay for their lives.Zhang Wenfeng, who had just sat down, opened his eyes and took a look at the dark and misty mansion. He probably understood what Youmengchang was planning to cause a pair of old friends who had known each other for many years to fall out. The old man is amazing.

"Sheng Congxian is not easy to get along with. He may want to use the flesh and soul of a fifth-level master to enhance the power of the evil formation."

Hearing the screams coming from a distance, Zhang Wenfeng frowned slightly as a reminder.

"Don't worry, Sheng Congxian won't get the benefits alone. The old man has let the ghosts get in there. Didn't he swallow a lot of blood bans before? The old man borrowed it for a while, and the old ghost Sheng didn't dare to enter the city easily. He couldn't find out that I was playing ghosts in it. Bad He's good."

Yumengchang smiled, and said again: "It's a pity that the talisman puppet you spent a lot of time refining was killed by Sheng Congxian's thunderbolt, most of the bones were broken, and there is no possibility of repair." The fifth-level formation repair uses the attack power of the large formation , it is by no means comparable to the fourth order.

"It doesn't matter, the purpose of refining the talisman puppet was to ward off disasters on the journey, and I still have a bronze puppet available."

Zhang Wenfeng will not refine talisman puppets in the future, it will harm Yin virtue and go against what he has cultivated, even if he spends several years running around in the Duxian Islands to save ghosts, there will always be a hurdle in his heart.

However, near the west city gate, the tumbling blood fog and the fiercely rising flames fought for a long time, and finally wiped out the vitality of a crippled fifth-order monk, causing Wan Shangwu to fall in endless pain, his flesh and blood melted, and there was no marrow inside his bones Let it go, the soul is left in a ball as big as a chicken egg, demented, and only instinct is left.

The thick blood-forbidden mist, wrapped in the soul essence of the fifth-level monk, guarded against the sudden attack of the fifth-level swordsman in the distance, and slowly rose into the sky.

Suddenly, two jets of black air suddenly shot out from the mist close to the soul in the blood barrier, and with two "puff puffs", the fragile and unprotected soul was crushed in one blow, and Wan Shangwu's remaining instinctive essence was scattered.

"Meng Mei, you should die!"

Sheng Congxian's gnashing of teeth roared from above.

He was fully prepared to guard against the sneak attack of the sword cultivator, but he didn't expect that the dream charm in the blood forbidden mist would make a move that he didn't notice, resulting in a failure of success, so angry that he almost jumped.