With the script in hand, attack the villain Xianzun

Chapter 79

Qu Mengyu, Hua Wanzhao remembers this name, the one who beat Chi Jingnian seriously.

"Pei Jitong took the initiative to challenge?"

This surprised Hua Wanzhao.

Because Pei Jitong's cultivation level is not much higher than Chi Jingnian's, let alone Qu Mengyu's Jindan Dzogchen.

"He..." Mu Linxiao smiled softly, "After all, he is the head disciple of the senior brother."

When the three arrived, the duel between Pei Jitong and Qu Mengyu had already begun.

Pei Jitong's sword moves swiftly, and Qu Mengyu's movements are graceful like a dragon's.

"He's still a fighter." Hua Wanzhao saw Qu Mengyu's huge scythe that didn't match her soft face at all, and felt subversive cognition again.

The so-called rare weapon refers to a niche weapon. Hua Wanzhao's epee is actually a kind of rare weapon, but compared to Qu Mengyu's sickle, the epee is not considered a niche weapon.

After all, Qu Mengyu is the golden elixir Dzogchen, and a long battle is not good for Pei Jitong.

"Flame!"

The high-temperature sword aura with fire and spiritual power came straight to Qu Mengyu's face, and Qu Mengyu swung the sickle backhand to disperse the sword aura.

I don't know if it was too much force, but the sharp blade of the sickle plunged into the ground.

Before she could take back the sickle, Pei Jitong's follow-up sword qi came one after another.

Qu Mengyu quickly retreated to dodge.

"Ha, the witch's weapon is gone, now Senior Brother Pei has the upper hand." Yan Xi said with a smile.

Ning Chenhao glanced at Yan Xi from the corner of his eye.

Got the upper hand?Not necessarily.

Mu Linxiao had a panoramic view of the reactions of the two of them.

This Nephew Ning is not easy.

With no weapon in his hand, Qu Mengyu couldn't launch an attack for the time being, so he kept avoiding Pei Jitong's sword energy.

While Pei Jitong continued to attack, he paid more and more attention to the sickle inserted into the ground in the middle of the ring from the corner of his eyes.

If it was her natal weapon, Pei Jitong didn't believe that she couldn't take it back.

What is she planning?
Soon, Pei Jitong knew of Qu Mengyu's plan.

Qu Mengyu retreated to the edge of the ring, and before Pei Jitong chased after her, she lightly parted her vermilion lips, "Mo Hai Xin Luo."

From the part where the scythe was inserted into the ring, a large amount of dark green smoke suddenly shot out, giving people an ominous feeling just by looking at it.

Dark green smoke rises into the air, forming a complicated array, and at the same time, a corresponding reverse array appears on the ground.

Hua Wanzhao narrowed her eyes: "Did she do it when she dodged before?"

Taking advantage of the opportunity to avoid Pei Jitong's attack, set up the formation, and when the time is right, let the formation become your winning blow, this song Mengyu...

Qu Mengyu's Mohaixinluo formation covered the entire arena, Pei Jitong had no way to avoid it, and fell into the illusion of the formation.

"Senior Brother Pei!"

Yan Xi's eyes were full of panic, fearing that Pei Jitong would be seriously injured by Qu Mengyu like Chi Jingnian.

As if confirming his fear of Yan Xi, Pei Jitong held the heart of forgiveness in the big formation, pointed it at his chest and slowly lifted it up.

Hua Wanzhao's complexion changed slightly: "Aren't you going to stop it?"

Mu Lin smiled lightly: "Little master, you are still in the competition."

"You—you are clearly an excuse!"

Ning Chenhao also persuaded: "Little master, calm down."

"Look, Pei Jitong is a big brother." Mu Lin pointed to the ring with a smile.

Hua Wanzhao and Yan Xi looked in the direction of Mu Linxiao's finger.

Because of Qu Mengyu's Demon Sea Heart Array, the entire arena was an ominous dark green color, and at some point it was surrounded by deeper black.

No, the entire arena turned into a black flame!

"You... who are you?!" Qu Mengyu's terrified voice came.

Under Pei Jitong's eyes, there were two black tear stains. He tilted his head, and there was a breathtaking and dangerous arc on the corner of his mouth: "Me? I'm the big brother who blows sand with a sword."

In a panic, Qu Mengyu recalled the sickle, regardless of the backlash from Mo Hai Xin Luo Formation.

"Ah, that is indeed your natal weapon, but it's only recalled now, it's too late, hehehehe..."

The people in the arena looked at Pei Jitong's completely different changes before and after, and fell silent.

"Mu Linxiao, Pei Jitong, this is..."

Mu Lin smiled and said, "It's nothing, this is his real spiritual fire."

After breaking the seal, Pei Jitong changed completely, even his sword became more domineering and fierce, and Qu Mengyu gradually couldn't stand it.

"Kill the Flame!"

The black flames covering the arena were suddenly absorbed into She Xin, and then eight sword qi with black flames emitted, attacking from no dead angle around Qu Mengyu, and Qu Mengyu rotated the sickle to defend.

"what--"

After a scream, Qu Mengyu fell into a pool of blood.

"One Sword Wind Sand, Pei Jitong, wins."

After the referee announced the result, a middle-aged male cultivator immediately appeared on the ring to check on Qu Mengyu's injury.

Under the investigation, the male cultivator's face changed greatly: "Is this a blow-and-sand blowing trick? Severing the opponent's veins in the arena?"

At this time, Pei Jitong was still in the state of releasing the black flame, and had not fully recovered. Facing the aggressive words and undisguised first hostility towards the male cultivator, the black flame of the sword of forgiveness was burning with crackling noises.

The killing intent resumed.

"Elder Ming's words are wrong. A few days ago, your apprentice disrupted the meridians of our disciple, Master Burning Shadow, Chi Jingnian in the knockout round. It is also not too much. What did we say again? Huh?"

Mu Linxiao stood beside Pei Jitong, with one hand on his right shoulder.

Pei Jitong's body flickered, and although the black flames hadn't completely shrunk, his eyes became clear again.

He wanted to explain something, but Mu Linxiao increased his strength.

"You!" Ming Wuyi pointed at Mu Lin and smiled, "What are you, you dare to criticize this old man!"

"No, next—" Mu Lin smiled on his face, revealing his pure face, "One sword wind and sand Yuexiu Peak Master, Mu Linxiao."

"Mu Lin smiled?!"

"It turned out to be that werewolf!"

"No, he's a Nascent Soul elder, and he pretended to be a Foundation Establishment disciple to sneak in?"

"I didn't participate anyway, so it doesn't matter?"

The melon-eaters under the arena were amazed.

Even Pei Jitong was stunned for a moment. This is the second time Uncle Priest has sneaked into his team, and he didn't even notice? !

A second ago, he was arrogantly accusing Mu Linxiao, but when he saw his face, his face turned blue and red like a palette.

"So, what questions does Elder Ming have?" Mu Lin raised his eyebrows with a smile.

Ming Wuyi shook his lips, obviously very angry: "It's too much to deceive people! You hurt Yu'er like this, and you still look like you don't care, what do you think of human life!"

"It's such a big hat." Mu Linxiao's tone was still relaxed, "Since Elder Ming has said so, all the treatment expenses of noble disciples, I will pay for it with a single blow."

Ming Wuyi had a similar expression on his face.

"But—" Mu Lin's smiling face withdrew, and he looked at Ming Wuyi coldly, "All the treatment for late Jingnian should also be borne by Zhan Ni Gong. We are not bandits, and the part that has been treated will be treated Convert it into spirit stones, and send the bill to Zhanni Palace when the time comes."

Ming Wuyi's face darkened again.

"Each wounded, each responsible."

A tall black figure appeared on the ring.

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