The sword finger pinched the Thunder Gangfeng Giant Sword with incomparable accuracy, and Yuemeng said: "Wind Hall Lord, don't challenge my bottom line!"

The Thunder Gangfeng Giant Sword collapsed in vain, and the Thunder Rules and Gangfeng Rules dispersed.

Taking advantage of the situation, Yuemeng's sword pointed at Feng Lei's chest, and each finger contained a majestic momentum, and the power was terrifying.

Bang bang! A mouthful of blood spurted out of the wind and thunder, and its body fell backwards like a kite with a broken string.

"Wind and thunder!" Qianchuan Cliff sword frowned slightly, stepped out of the air, caught the body of wind and thunder, and at the same time, the martial arts realm erupted, turning away the aftermath of the impact.

Poof! Blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth, Feng Lei got up, his face was bloodless, "Grandma's, this kid is really ruthless!"

Wiping away the blood from the corners of his mouth, Feng Lei looked at Yuemeng with palpitations, and whispered: "There is something strange about this kid!"

"The rest of the matter will be handled by me and Yuchen, after all, you still have serious injuries on your body that have not recovered. Qianchuan Cliff's right hand slapped on Feng Lei's shoulder, stepped out of the air, looked directly at Yuemeng, and said indifferently: "It is a crime to provoke the authority of the hall master!"

"It was the Wind Hall Lord who challenged my bottom line first, why, the Qianchuan Hall Lord also wanted to meddle in this matter?" Yuemeng said disapprerovingly.

"This matter is over, Yuemeng, don't challenge the bottom line of the five generations one after another, his disciple, you can't touch it!" Qianchuan Cliff stepped on the void and walked forward like walking on the ground.

"The shame of a few months ago, Yue Mou will never forget it, this glass of wine, Yue Mou is touched!" Turning around, Yue Meng continued to walk towards Xie Shuitai.

"Yuemeng!" Qianchuan Cliff said coldly, this Yuemeng is becoming more and more rampant.

Yuemeng's right hand was raised, and he walked forward without looking back, and at the same time, his sword pointed at the guardians behind him, "Lord of the Thousand Rivers Palace." If you want to meddle in this matter, you can do it, why bother so much nonsense!"

"Another point, Yue Mou has never admitted that Ye Chen is the fifth generation of the moon god!"

Bang bang! arrogant, Yue's actions made many guardians disgusted, and even many of the Moon Clan guardians frowned slightly.

However, more Moon Clan guardians showed a look of approval, what the young master of the Moon Clan needed was such domineering.

"Alas!" repeated persuasion to no avail, and Qianchuan Cliff could only make a move. Walked out, like a rainbow, and went straight to the moon.

"Ye Chen, you take my Moon Clan as the object of Liwei, and today I will take these people who support you as the object of Liwei. "Stop. A smile rose at the corner of Yuemeng's mouth, and he turned around suddenly, and a long sword quietly appeared in his hand.

Two flashes of brilliant sword light burst out in an instant, splashing sparks.

The sound of the clash of gold and iron echoed. Yuemeng's figure took a step back and looked at Yuemeng, who was also retreating. With a slight smile, he said, "The Lord of the Qianchuan Hall has tested Yue's strength?"

Bang! The void was trampled to pieces, and Qianchuan Cliff stood with a three-foot ancient sword, his martial clothes hunting, and his face was slightly gloomy, this kid's strength was even more terrifying than he imagined.

"If the Lord of the Thousand Rivers Hall doesn't do his best. The end may be like that of the Wind Hall Lord, hehe!" the sword was raised. Yuemeng said with a smile, this feeling is really intoxicating.

"It's only been a few months, why has his strength changed so drastically!" Qianchuan Cliff subconsciously looked towards the Yijian Palace, what had happened to him in the Yijian Hall in the past few months.

"Qianchuan, be careful!" the exclamation of Wind and Thunder suddenly sounded. It exploded like thunder in the ears of Qianchuan Cliff.

Qianchuan Cliff's heart sank suddenly, in an instant. Endless killing intent came to him, suppressing the true qi in his body, "Sneak attack!"

Qianchuan Cliff's right hand flipped over, and he was about to draw his sword, but the sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse suddenly echoed in his soul, and his body suddenly shook: "Martial Arts World!"

The realm of the martial arts world can be divided into three steps, one of which evolves into the martial arts world, the second uses the realm potential, and the third is the martial arts world that integrates the rules of heaven and earth and the realm potential.

"My world is dominated by me!" A flat voice sounded, and Qianchuan Cliff raised his eyes, only to see the endless killing intent and the rules of ice fused together, turning into thousands of troops, galloping out, and crashing into Qianchuan Cliff.

"The rain is coming, the rain is a soldier!" Yuchen's expression changed suddenly, and he stepped out, and a delicate drizzle appeared in his hand.

There was a majestic rain in the clear sky, and the rain turned into a battle-hardened soldier, and swept out with the fall of Yuchen's sword.

The two armies clashed, and the monstrous sound of killing penetrated through the sky and was magnificent.

Only at this moment, the killing intent that locked the soul of Qianchuan Cliff has slowed down a lot.

Looking at this scene, Qianchuan Ya's heart was shocked, and he said with words in his mouth: "The third step of the martial arts world, and when did he understand the rules of killing." ”

"It's okay!" Yuchen stood side by side with Qianchuan Cliff, looking around with a solemn expression.

"It seems that you and I were still underestimating this Yuemeng before, but we were able to evolve the martial arts world to the third step, it's not easy!" Qianchuan Cliff raised his sword, breaking through the armies of the two sides that were fighting in front of him, and said solemnly.

"Hmm!" Yuchen nodded, and the drizzle froze in vain.

In the midst of thousands of troops, Yuemeng applauded and walked out, "Welcome to my martial arts world!"

The rules of ice and the rules of killing evolved behind the moon, and the silver hair like frost danced wildly.

A strange wave centered on the moon and spread out, covering the entire universe in just an instant.

Xiao Fatzi, Huang Pu and the others all sank, and a depressed aura hovered in their hearts, "Martial arts world, we are now stepping into the martial arts world of Yuemeng?"

Jian frowned slightly, and Qianchuan Cliff said indifferently: "Yuemeng, stop it!"

"One thing I have to admit is that if I face you, I am only fifty percent sure that I will subdue you, but if I join forces with the Lord of the Rain Palace, you will definitely be defeated!"

Asking the two hall masters to subdue them is enough to show Yuemeng's current strength.

Qingming's eyes were rarely bloodshot, and Yuemeng suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Uniform, the two of you can't help but overestimate yourself!"

"On the Martial God Continent, no one is Yue's opponent!" With a wave of the long sword in Yuemeng's hand, the killing rules and the cold ice rules roared, and the cold ice transformed into a soldier, and the killing intent was integrated into it, galloping in this world.

"There are also the so-called five generations, the bullshit moon god, now is my time, I am the real five generations of the moon god!" his eyes were blood-red, and the sudden change of the moon made everyone a little stunned.

A killing sound echoed between heaven and earth, and the killing intent was rolling in the sky above the Yijian Palace.

Blood, endless blood surging from the depths of the Sword Palace, staining the entire Sword Hall red.

Standing on the Yijian Palace, Haoyue's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at a tall figure coming out of the sea of blood: "The moon is sinking! ”

"It's this voice again, whose voice is this?" Xiao Fatzi looked at the Yijian Hall with a contemplative look in his eyes.

Not only Xiao Fatzi is like this, but the eyes of Qianchuan Cliff, Yuchen, Fenglei and others are also looking at Yijian Palace, and their eyes are dignified.

On the Yijian Palace, Haoyue suddenly raised her head, swept her fierce gaze to the sea of clouds in the sky, and said coldly: "Have you seen enough?"

The ever-changing sea of clouds dissipated, and a figure appeared, which was Bijie.

Until a few months ago, Bijie began to supervise Haoyue, and even if that scene happened before, Bijie did not leave this place and continued to monitor Haoyue.

Bi Jie had a shocked look, blood, this sword hall is full of blood, endless blood.

"Senior Haoyue, who is he?" Pointing to the blood-red figure, Bi Jie said solemnly.

This blood-red figure brought a feeling of almost suffocation to Bi Jie, looking at this figure, he seemed to see an endless sea of corpses and blood.

"He?" Haoyue, who was usually kind, suddenly became hideous, "The one who killed you!"

"The one who killed you!" Haoyue's words did not fall, and the blood-red figure behind him turned into a long rainbow and went straight to Bijie, brush!

The pungent smell of blood came to his face, and before Bi Jie could react, a blood-red figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and his rotten hands grabbed Bi Jie's right hand.

"Ah!" Bi Jie's figure was like a broken thread, his right arm was empty, and he was pulled and broken by this blood-red figure, and the blood column splattered out, and the vitality in his body was lost even faster.

The screams echoed, and Feng Lei's face changed suddenly, this was Bijie's voice, "Bijie!"