The natal statue of Ping Wu Niang, holding a black sword in his left hand, the black light is faint, devouring the glory of the sun and the moon! Holding a red sword in his right hand, the red light is thousands of miles, raging like fire, giving people a burning feeling! There is also a purple sword hidden behind it, full of purple, revealing mystery and nobility!

Such a mighty thing, you don't need more, just one glance, and you will never forget!

Ping Wu Niang sacrificed the natal god statue, and the ninety-five obscure expression was suddenly stunned, shocked for a long time, and then said loudly, "This is impossible!" There was no vision of heaven and earth just now, how could you have achieved the Holy Soul quietly like this? ”

Not to mention that it was obscure, Mu Yucheng was also confused and surprised. When a monk is promoted, there will always be a vision of heaven and earth. And with the continuous improvement of the realm, this vision of heaven and earth will become more obvious and intense.

The cultivator's cultivation has entered the Holy Soul Realm, which basically means that he has jumped out of the category of ordinary monks and has already possessed the body of a half-immortal! As a human monk, this is a breakthrough at the pinnacle! That kind of vision of heaven and earth should naturally be more grand and intense. Ninety-five obscure, when Mu Yucheng achieved the Holy Soul, it was all like this!

"Between heaven and earth, there is no end to the mystery! Ninety-five obscure, do you think that if you have achieved the Holy Soul, you will be able to gain insight into it? ”

Xiao Zhenwei let out a sneer full of disdain, raised his arms, and a golden light immediately erupted from the top of his head. In a few moments, the golden light turned into a huge phantom, sitting cross-legged in the clouds above Xiao Zhenwei's head.

This phantom is similar to Xiao Zhenwei, but it must be full of a vast atmosphere. Sitting upright on the clouds, holding the furnace high in the right hand, and the left hand across the chest, the Dharma is solemn, like a god, and people can't help but have a desire to worship it.

"What!? You...... You've also cultivated the Natal Idol as well!? As soon as Xiao Zhenwei's natal statue came out, the shock in the heart of the Nine Five-Year Hollow suddenly doubled, and even speaking became less neat.

If you want to say shock, Mu Yucheng is not inferior to him at all, and even surpasses it! Two Holy Soul Realm powerhouses were born at the same time, which is extremely rare in the history of Daomen. This made Mu Yucheng not only shocked, but also extremely happy. There are two more powerhouses in the Daomen, which is naturally the luck of the Daomen!

As for Mu Ao and the others, in addition to being shocked at this time, they could only look up to Xiao Ping and the others with deep envy.

This is the way the Daomen Great World is, sometimes chance creation is more important than talent! You don't have to be one step ahead, you can be one step ahead. If you don't have a normal heart, you have to be created by others, and you must die alive!

The rampant contempt on the face of the Nine Five-Year Void finally disappeared. Xiao Ping and the others, who both achieved holy souls, made him feel a threat of death.

"Even if you achieve the Holy Soul, it is not enough to be the enemy of my Ninety-Five Family! I advise you to think twice before you act, lest you bring yourself to destruction! "There is no enough certainty that he will be able to suppress Xiao Ping and the others, even if he wins in the end, it will definitely be a miserable victory, and it is difficult to say how miserable it is!

"Grandma, a bear! Where did you get so much nonsense, give me death! ”

Xiao Zhenwei's temper tantrum flared first, his arms reached forward, and the giant dome raised by the natal statue was immediately radiant, carrying the momentum of ten thousand jun, and smashed towards the ninety-five obscurity.

Ninety-five obscure sky roared urgently: "You are killing yourself!" Then the right palm was suddenly raised, and the natal idol behind him also slammed out a palm, a huge palm shadow like a mountain, breaking through the air and facing the giant tripod head-on.

Previously, the Ninety-Five Obscure Sky split the giant tripod with one palm, but now it is time has passed! The surging palm power like a wave hit the giant tripod, just prompting a loud sound, not to mention splitting the giant tripod, or even splitting the giant tripod back!

In the midst of the earth-shattering roar like twilight bells, the two of them fell into a stalemate.

Although he fell into a stalemate, he knew in his heart that his cultivation was better than Xiao Zhenwei. As long as he continues to persevere, Xiao Zhenwei will be defeated in the end.

However, there is one thing that makes Jiuwu Hollow nervous, that is, Xiao Zhenwei is not fighting alone. Sure enough, as soon as Jiuwu Haokong set his eyes on Ping Wu Niang, Ping Wu Niang had already launched.

The black and red sword rays, carrying infinite sword intent, burst out from Ping Wuniang's hands at the same time. Black as the Netherworld, red as fire, if there were some unworthy of the name before, then now it is like a god, unprecedentedly domineering.

When the sword light pierced the air, it seemed that even the sky was whimpering, and the qiē qi machine circulating around the ninety-five obscure sky was all transformed into a piercing and cold killing machine.

Jiuwu Obscure's heart beat wildly, and he hurriedly raised his left palm, wanting to block Ping Wuniang's sword intent. But before he could raise his left palm, a purple intention that made his heart tremble, and he didn't know what to do, but suddenly jumped into his eyes.

Jiuwu obscure subconsciously aimed at Ping Wuniang's back, and sure enough, the purple sword hanging on his back had disappeared without a trace. Although the black and red swords are fierce, the final killing move is in the purple sword. Ping Wuniang's 'Three Swords Dance' is really unguardable!

"Roar!!

The Ninety-Five Obscure Sky raised its head to the sky and let out an angry roar, the roar was full of moral laws, and its power was almost comparable to the true sound of the Great Dao. The purple sword sacrificed by Ping Wuniang was immediately stunned, and it was impossible to move forward.

"Ninety-five old thief, your roar is too ugly!"

As soon as the Ninety-Five Obscure Sky controlled Ping Wuniang's purple sword, Xiao Zhenwei's Juding suddenly began to exert its might. The fire of Dao Qi brewing in it erupted, and in an instant, it formed a fire on the giant palm of the god statue in the Nine Five-Year Void.

"It's really ugly, I think it's better to let him shut up!"

Ping Wuniang refused to be idle, and in the scolding, the black and red two sword rays were instantly great, and the light covered half of the sky.

Who said the black and red swords were just bait? The transformation of the three swords attack and defense makes the enemy's head and tail difficult to look at, which is the essence of the 'Three Swords Dance'.

Bang bang bang! Boom Boom!

The loud bang instantly exploded out of thin air, dense as a thunderstorm. It made the people who were far away in the other six peaks tremble when they listened. As far as the eye could see, the entire Third Peak was filled with the power of the Great Dao Law, almost obscuring the true face of the Third Peak.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the third peak at this time, for monks below the Shinto realm, is the thunder pool, whoever enters will die!

Burst!

The ninety-five obscure sky finally couldn't resist the left and right attacks of Ping Wuniang and Xiao Zhenwei, the natal idol trembled non-stop, and the blood in its mouth spurted wildly, and its body was as straight as a kite with a broken string, swaying and fluttering under the attack of Xiao Ping and the two.

"Eat me with a sword again!"

After gaining momentum, Ping Wuniang refused to give the Nine Five Obscure Sky the slightest respite, and the three divine swords once again burst out with a sky-seizing light, like three bloodthirsty dragons, straight towards the Nine Five Obscure Sky to strangle the past.

Xiao Zhenwei is also full of hatred for the obscurity of the Ninth Five-Year Plan. As soon as Ping Wuniang moved, Xiao Zhenwei immediately followed him. These two people are close to each other, and they have already cultivated a terrifying tacit understanding. Every move can be said to be seamless.

Looking at this situation, over time, Xiao Ping and the two Holy Soul Realm were stabilized, and the two joined forces, which was enough to fight three Holy Soul Realm powerhouses at the same time. And now this battle is undoubtedly the battle of the two of them for fame, as for the ninety-five obscurity, it seems that the only way to end up is to make a stepping stone for the two!

Ninety-five obscurity can't block the first blow, and naturally it can't block the second blow! Xiao Ping's two figures forced up, and the ninety-five obscure figures were knocked out again. It is almost the same as the situation when Wan Dong was blown away by his punch! Ninety-five obscurity probably never dreamed that retribution would come so quickly.

"Damn! You fight one with two, what kind of heroes are you, you have the ability to fight the old man alone! Jiuwu's injuries were aggravated, and he was no longer the opponent of Xiao Ping and the others, and under the anger, he couldn't help but roar.

"Hmph, ninety-five old thief, your brain is broken, who wants to fight you alone?"

"Today, I will let you accompany Yaoting to the funeral! Suffer death! ”

Jiuwu wanted to hold Xiao Ping and the others with words, obviously wishful thinking, Xiao Ping and the two of them reprimanded at the same time, and their bodies not only did not pause at all, but they were even more ferocious than before.

"Uh...... Burst! ”

Ninety-five obscurity spurted blood again, and an old face was unprecedentedly ugly. He can see that Xiao Ping and the others have to put him to death this time.

"Brother Mu, the head of the Mu family, do you really want to sit back and watch the old man being beaten to death by the two of them without asking?" In a hurry, Jiuwu could only ask Mu Yucheng for help.

Mu Yu Chengcheng really served the ninety-five obscurity, and at this time, he still had the face to ask him for help, if he didn't have a pretty thick skin, who could do it?

As soon as he remembered that Wan Dong was blown away by a punch in the air, Mu Yucheng was filled with indignation, and he couldn't wait to take his dog's life in person, where would he be willing to save him?

With a sneer, Mu Yucheng raised his voice and said, "Ninety-five is empty, this seat has already had something to say first, and the two don't help each other!" I didn't help Xu Yaoting, how can I help you? I don't think you want me to be laughed at by the world, right? ”

"Mu Yucheng, you ...... Are you really going to die?! As soon as Mu Yucheng said this, it was simply a stuffy fist, and it hit the heart of Jiuwu Obscure, and his head was stunned.

"If you do many unrighteous deeds, and everyone will be punished, who will come and save you? Give me death! ”

Without waiting for the words of the Ninety-Five Obscure Sky to land, Xiao Zhenwei roared, as if there were hundreds of thousands of catties of Juding, and he showed no mercy, and smashed his head into the Ninety-Five Obscure Sky.

Ninety-five Obscure Sky roared sharply, and he had to wave his palm to block, but his palm blade had just collided with Juding, and before he could fully exert his strength, the black, red, and purple sword lights around him skyrocketed at the same time, like a cloud of color, instantly submerging him.

The cooperation between Xiao Zhenwei and Ping Wuniang is becoming more and more tacit, and it seems that the ninety-five obscurity is not only a stepping stone, but also a whetstone.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, and this word can be said to be very suitable for the body of Jiuwu at this time. Before he could support it for a moment, Ping Wu Niang's sword light found a flaw and directly penetrated Jiuwu's empty shoulder, almost shattering his heart completely!

The intense pain made Jiuwu couldn't help but let out a terrible scream, and his body was like a cannonball, shooting backwards more than a hundred feet away......