Bingyou snorted coldly, his long hair moved without wind, and phantoms of divine soldiers appeared around him, surrounding him like a storm.

When Bing You stepped on the ground with his right foot, he shot out like an arrow from the string, and rushed towards the battle group of Fu Ming and Lei Ling.

But not long after Bingyou left, he was blocked by a terrifying sword light.

Bing You had no choice but to step back and dodge the sword light, and stared solemnly at the female cultivator with the sword who was approaching not far away step by step.

"The sword is ruthless..."

Bingyou frowned slightly, and he looked at the female cultivator with a negative sword in fear.

Jian Wuqing is the strongest member of the younger generation of the Zihuan Clan, and his sword practice is extremely powerful, far more terrifying than ordinary sword cultivators.

"Bingyou, you are the only one of the younger generation of the Hexu Clan who practiced the Weapon One! I only practice swordsmanship, which is a branch of the Weapon One!"

"Now, I plan to challenge you to see if you are as powerful as the rumors say!"

Jian Wuqing slowly pulled out the divine sword behind him, stepped lightly, and the speed suddenly accelerated.

Like a long rainbow, she cut through the sky and appeared in front of Bingyou in an instant.

Bingyou's face was ugly, but he reacted quickly, and instantly took out various magical weapons from the spirit ring.

He has a very large number of magic weapons, a total of 108 pieces, including swords, guns, swords and halberds.

Keng Keng Keng!

Jian Wuqing shook his right hand, and the divine sword slashed out, changing into countless terrifying sword shadows, and then countless sparks erupted between the two sides.

At the same time, Leng Feifei also made a move.

Six disciples of Hexu's Nine Kings, including Sa Mei and Zong Tuo, attacked one after another and fought with Leng Feifei.

Leng Feifei was very strong, with one against six, not only did she not lose the wind, but also suppressed all six of them, and she was in the limelight for a while.

After dozens of rounds, Leng Feifei was the first to decide the winner.

I saw three figures, who were hit by Leng Feifei's palm on the chest, and immediately turned into three ice sculptures.

"Not good! We are not her opponents, run away!"

When Zong Tuo saw that the three companions were severely injured, he was shocked, and turned around and ran away regardless of Sami and another monk.

"Zongtuo, you..."

Sammy and another monk were furious. This Zongtuo was so greedy for life and afraid of death, and just walked away like this. How could the two of them stop Leng Feifei?

Leng Feifei looked coldly at the fleeing Zongtuo's back, and instead of chasing after them, she quickly appeared in front of Sami and the two of them, severely injured the monk with one palm, and turned into an ice sculpture.

And she didn't hit Sammy hard, but took out a golden chain and bound Sammy.

After doing this, she quickly chased Zongtuo.

Soon, Leng Feifei caught up with Zongtuo.

Seeing this scene, Zong Tuo was so frightened that he almost lost his wits. He shouted loudly, turned around and launched an attack on Leng Feifei.

Leng Feifei just sneered, easily defusing Zongtuo's attack and turning it into a lifelike ice sculpture.

After Leng Feifei got rid of Zongtuo, Jian Wuqing and Bingyou also decided the winner.

After a terrifying weapon phantom storm was completely shattered, Bingyou's embarrassed figure appeared in the midair.

"cut!"

In the sky directly above Bingyou, Jian Wuqing's indifferent shout came, and then a divine sword fell vertically from top to bottom, piercing Bingyou's body completely.

Bingyou spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground from mid-air in embarrassment, and after the divine sword pierced him, it firmly fixed him on the ground.

"Bingyou, your weapon skills are too weak, far inferior to the Divine Weapon King!"

Jian Wuqing landed not far from Bingyou, shook his head involuntarily, and said rather disappointedly.

Bing You was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood again, and passed out immediately.

Leng Feifei and Jian Wuqing met, and they couldn't help but look at the sky.

There, the golden god thunder and the purple-black mist are fighting against each other, and they are clearly separated on both sides. JrNovels.com