Chen Mobai chopped off the head of the foundation-building monk who was shaking the top of the mountain in front of him with a sword, and heard a cry full of grief not far away.
He looked up and saw a short but strong bearded foundation-building monk wearing a yellow robe with a look of disbelief on his face.
The moment the two looked at each other, Chen Mobai clearly saw the endless anger and a trace of regret in the latter's eyes.
"Could it be his son that I killed?"
This thought flashed through Chen Mobai's mind. He raised his hand and used his flying sword to put away the storage bag on the waist of the headless corpse opposite.
At the same time, the bearded monk waved his palms, and the overwhelming palm power shot out of the air, like the waves one after another, while suppressing the foundation-building monks from the four major families, including Lian Chenghai, who were fighting against him.
, and also separated a hand and blasted a palm force in the direction of Chen Mobai.
After Chen Mobai put it into his storage bag, he raised his right hand.
A series of green light points flew out from the arm guard, forming a sparkling fish scale defense in front of him.
Bang!
However, something unexpected happened.
This palm power seemed to have only one level, but in fact it contained seven levels of spiritual power. The moment it came into contact, it shattered the fish scale defense in front of Chen Mobai.
Fortunately, Chen Mobai's spiritual consciousness was powerful and he had a back-up plan. In the blink of an eye, three defensive talismans flew out, although they only blocked three breaths.
But he was able to take advantage of this time to fully activate the power of the blue scale armguard.
The remaining three hundred and twenty scales all flew out, and under the control of his divine consciousness, five layers of protection were formed again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three fish scale defenses exploded under the surging palm power, and many scales even shattered. Even if they were retracted, they could no longer be used.
But at least he blocked the opponent's move.
He is actually a monk in the late stage of foundation building.
Through this fight, Chen Mobai already knew the level of cultivation of this bearded man. He frowned and looked at the arm guard that was missing a small piece of green scale on the edge of his right hand.
I thought this thing could be repaired.
He quite liked this defensive weapon.
Chen Mobai looked at the situation over there again. Lian Chenghai and the other four major foundation builders of the Lei Kingdom actually set up a small magic circle and gathered the strength of the four of them to block the bearded monk who was shaking the mountain top.
If it weren't for Yue Zutao's life-and-death situation now, Chen Mobai would definitely have drawn his sword and gone over, together with Lian Chenghai and the other four, to deal with the bearded monk who obviously hated him.
[Forget it, let you live for a while first.]
Chen Mobai thought this in his mind and had no time to pay attention to the damage to his blue scale arm guard.
He used another divine wood sword to slash at Gong Wanshan, who was concentrating on activating the third-level talisman, hoping to encircle Wei and rescue Zhao.
But the immortal cultivators here in the Tianhe Realm all have rich fighting experience.
Facing his attack, Gong Wanshan threw out a shimmering silver gauze from his sleeve.
In an instant, the silver light lit up like a waterfall blocking the sacred wood sword.
However, Chen Mobai's sacred wood sword was originally used for feint attacks.
He pulled out the golden jade ax from his storage bag. Under the surge of spiritual power in his body, this second-level top-notch magical weapon flashed with sharp edges and slashed at Zheng Wuyou, who was concentrating on using the flying sword.
When the foundation-building monks were fighting, their spiritual consciousness came out of their bodies and spread all over their bodies. When the golden ax fell behind their backs, Zheng Wulu noticed it.
Zheng Wulu could only take out a black shield from his storage bag.
However, with his distraction, Yue Zutao, who had no chance to breathe, had a chance.
In addition to the third-level spiritual leaf talisman, he also waved the blue flag to condense the water flow into a turtle in front of him. Then the Qingyang Spiritual Tree glowed brightly, and green leaves flew down one by one.
He activated the spirit leaf technique again.
The triple defense has just been completed, and Gong Wanshan's Xuanyou Breaking Talisman has been activated!
The dark and deep brilliance burst out from the talisman in his palm like a poisonous dragon. In an instant, it collided with the outermost spiritual leaf talisman, causing a shocking movement.
Several Qi Practitioners who could not escape were affected, and their faces suddenly turned pale, as if their souls were annihilated, and they collapsed to the ground silently.
Seeing this scene, Yue Zutao's expression changed slightly. At this moment, what he was most worried about happened.
This spiritual leaf talisman could not withstand the dark light like a poisonous dragon, and the shadow of the green leaves began to slowly dim, and finally dissipated.
This talisman of Gong Wanshan seems to be a little different.
But at this time, Yue Zutao could only wave his black turtle flag, maximize the power of this second-level mid-grade defensive weapon, and face the dark light that was already close at hand.
At the same time, branches on the Qingyang Spiritual Tree were disconnected one by one. Under the control of Yue Zutao's spiritual consciousness, they turned into wooden arrows. With the sharp light of the sky wood, it seemed like thousands of arrows were fired at once.
Gong Wanshan launched away.
In the surging sound.
The turtle shadow formed by the Black Turtle Flag was unable to hold up, and collapsed into water droplets all over the sky. A gap also opened in the middle of the flag.
Fortunately, after breaking through the third-level spirit leaf talisman and black turtle flag one after another, the dark light only had less than 10% to 20% of its power.
Yue Zutao did not be stingy with his Qingyang Spirit Tree. He turned almost all the leaves of this tree species into Spirit Leaf Technique. Finally, with only a dozen leaves left, he used Gong Wanshan's Dao
All the power of the talisman has been drained away.
The round of wooden arrows he fired did not pose a threat to Gong Wanshan, and was easily blocked by the latter with his silver gauze.
The two people's eyes met, and when they started to use their spiritual power again, they were about to fight again.
A scream sounded.
Chen Mobai withdrew the flying bird hairpin with some surprise. Opposite him, Zheng Wulu only had one of his arms cut off and his head saved.
Just now, he used the golden jade ax to split the opponent's black shield, and then activated the sword light again.
Originally, he wanted to catch Zheng Wuyou off guard, so he didn't use Qingyang Fire. However, he didn't expect that his opponent had a life-saving magical weapon, which suddenly flew out automatically and deflected his own sword light, thus escaping the disaster.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This boy from the Shenmu Sect has mastered the sword light, and I am no match for him."
Zheng Wulu dragged his broken arm and flew to Gong Wanshan's side, and spoke with a frightened expression.
He was also a sword cultivator. If it hadn't been for the life-and-death experience just now, he wouldn't have believed it. The Shenmu Sect cultivator in front of him, who was only in the early stage of foundation establishment, could actually practice a "sword" that even a sword cultivator in the later stage of foundation establishment might not be able to practice.
"Rainbow Light" realm!
"This is impossible!"
After Gong Wanshan heard this, he instinctively didn't believe it, but at this moment he saw the mountain-shaking monk not far away whose head was beheaded by Chen Mobai's sword.
If I remember correctly, this dead foundation-building monk was Ji Daoyuan.
He is the youngest foundation-building monk on the top of the mountain. He is known as the genius of the Ji family in the past three hundred years, second only to Ji Zhenshi. When he was practicing Qi, he had already developed the "Nine Ren Dharma Body", with majestic Qi and blood.
The physical body is powerful, and the copper skin and iron bones are comparable to the first-level top defensive magic weapon.
Ji Daoyuan once had a sword fight with the Nine True Legends of Jinguangya.
Naturally, he lost in swordsmanship, but the nine true flying swords of Jinguangya were all nicked, and they were not able to hurt him even a bit.
This battle made Ji Daoyuan famous, and after he established his foundation, relying on the resources of his sect and family, he even reached the second level of the "Nine Ren Magical Body". His physical strength is already comparable to the second-level defensive magic weapon.
.
During this battle between the two sects, Ji Daoyuan happened to be out of seclusion. Thinking that it was the time for him to become famous all over the world, he immediately ran over when he heard about the sect's recruitment.
Ji Dingjin knew the cultivation level of this junior, and believed that even if he met a Shenmu Sect monk in the late stage of foundation building, Ji Daoyuan could still save his life by relying on the second level of "Nine Ren Dharma Body".
After all, what the Immortals are good at is defense and death grinding. For their mountain-shaking physical training, the most they can do is get a beating.
Ji Dingjin believed that as long as he cheated Chu Zuoshu, Ji Daoyuan's life would not be in danger on the battlefield of Rolling Thunder Mountain.
Ji Doyuan himself felt the same way.
When he set foot on Rolling Thunder Mountain, he was even cautious. After all, it was his first battle since establishing his foundation, so he chose a monk from the Shenmu Sect who seemed to have just established his foundation a few years ago.
Who would have known, I would have won the prize directly.
He stepped on a peerless swordsman genius.
With his cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, he has reached the realm of sword rainbow spectroscopy.
Ji Daoyuan's powerful physique, which he was proud of, was as hard as kraft paper under the light of the sword, but he was still killed by Chen Mobai's sword.
Gong Wanshan looked unbelieving at first, but fell silent after seeing Ji Daoyuan's headless body.
Then there was a rush of ecstasy and fear in his heart.
Fortunately, once Ji Daoyuan dies, there will definitely be no reconciliation between Shenmu Sect and Shanshan Mountain in a short time.
What he was afraid of was that, as the seed that provoked the war between the two sects, he might be angered by the upper echelons of Shanshanshan.
But at this time, it was useless to think about anything.
Because Chen Mobai on the opposite side had already mastered the flying sword and slashed out a sword at Gong Wanshan in mid-air!
This sword is the Purple Fire Sword Qi!
Gong Wanshan immediately threw out a defensive talisman, but as soon as the talisman turned into a silver light shield and faced the sword light, it shattered like ceramic hitting the ground.
What a terrifying sword light!
After witnessing such horrific lethality, Gong Wanshan's expression changed drastically.
No wonder Ji Daoyuan's Jiuren Dharma Body couldn't stop it.
He immediately raised his defensive magic weapon, the silver gauze, and a waterfall of silver light fell from the sky, blocking the path of the purple fire sword light. At the same time, Gong Wanshan also attached two rays to himself and Zheng Wuli.
Dao Fulu, the two of them separated and ran away.
"Ji Daoyuan was killed by people from the Shenmu Sect!"
While running, Gong Wanshan shouted loudly, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
"This old guy has a bad mind."
Yue Zutao couldn't help but spat and cursed at Gong Wanshan's back.
"Who is Ji Dowon?"
As Chen Mobai spoke, he shot out the flying sparrow hairpin with a snap of his fingers, like a burst of light, or like a Milky Way crossing the dark void, extremely bright and gorgeous.
Not far in front of him, Zheng Wuwu, who had just ran two steps, looked down at his pierced heart, opened his mouth to say something, but a burst of purple-green flames began to ignite in his body, and in an instant he was
The Qingyang fire turned into ashes.
Of course, Zheng Wulu's storage bag was brought to Chen Mobai's hands by Feijian before it burned.
Collecting spoils of war is a tradition in Tianhe Realm.
It is precisely because of this that the monks here are very active in fighting.
"The chief true successor of the generation on the top of the mountain, known as Ji Zhenshi's second, has a strong body."
Yue Zutao looked at the head that was chopped off by Chen Mobai not far away. He had seen the portrait of Ji Daoyuan, and it was indeed very similar.
But after he really confirmed it, his tone was still a little trembling.
"No wonder after I cut off his head, Qingyang Fire couldn't burn his body to ashes. It turned out to be a self-cultivation."
After hearing Ji Daoyuan's name, Chen Mobai's face suddenly became clear.
He knew clearly that the monks fighting in the Tianhe Realm could face life and death in an instant, so he didn't think about holding back.
Facing Ji Daoyuan who took the initiative to attack him, the flying bird hairpin and Qingyang fire almost instantly raised the purple fire sword light to the peak of his normal state.
Ordinary foundation-building monks, such as Zheng Wulu, who is also a swordsman, have been turned into ashes by Chen Mobai's sword light with one sword strike.
Although Ji Daoyuan was beheaded by him, his body remained intact.
Originally, Chen Mobai was still doubting whether he had overestimated his own strength, but now he felt relieved after hearing Yue Zutao's words and seeing Zheng Wulu's ashes all over the sky.
He is still powerful, but his first opponent has something special. His physical strength is just enough to withstand the temperature of Qingyang Fire.
"Junior Brother Chen, this Ji Daoyuan is as famous as Junior Brother Honghe. Together with Huangfu Gan of Mount Liujia, Bai Si of Chuixue Palace, and Ban Zhaodan of Jinguangya, they are known as the next generation of five-color immortals in the Eastern Wasteland."
Seeing that Chen Mobai didn't understand Ji Daoyuan's weight, Yue Zutao used a very vivid comparison.
"Five-color fairy species?"
Chen Mobai had never heard of this term, but he understood what Yue Zutao meant.
In other words, the guy he chopped down was equivalent to Senior Brother Honghe of the Shenmu Sect.
If Hong He is killed by the people who shake the top of the mountain, the Shenmu Sect will definitely not let it go.
In short, the guy I killed had a very important identity, and there must be a lot of good things in the storage bag.
Seeing Chen Mobai's calm expression, Yue Zutao couldn't help but admire his junior brother's Qi-nurturing skills, but he didn't know that the latter was already thinking about opening the storage bag after the battle.
At this moment, an extremely powerful spiritual pressure rushed towards the two of them.
Chen Mobai's eyes immediately became solemn, and he looked up at the bearded monk who was walking in the air not far away, his hands stained with blood.
"No, it's Mu Hanxiong. He is one of the nine peak masters who can shake the top of the mountain. We are no match for physical training in the later stages of foundation building."
As soon as Yue Zutao saw the person, his expression changed drastically.
The way of physical cultivation is difficult to practice and consumes a lot of spiritual stone resources. However, once it is successful, it will be a headache for all monks.
Unless a high-level sword cultivator who has mastered Sword Rainbow Spectrum takes action, he can break through the defense...
Hey, sword light!
When he thought of this, Yue Zutao suddenly remembered what Gong Wanshan had shouted just now.
Before, he had not reacted because he had just escaped from life and death.
At this time, he came back to his senses!
He suddenly turned around and looked at Chen Mobai, who had a calm expression and was wielding two flying swords.
"Senior Brother Yue, when fighting with this person, I must concentrate on you. I may not be able to care about you next time."
As he spoke, the crimson clouds on Chen Mobai's wrists dispersed and turned into a hazy cloud, carrying his body and flying upward into the sky.
When Yue Zutao heard this, he swallowed.
He was already thinking about how to run away just now.
This Junior Brother Chen is too brave.
It is probably because of this state of mind that one would rather break than to bend, that one can practice the Sword Rainbow Spectroscopy in such a state.