Mu Xinsheng, the lord of the Hidden Sword Villa, noticed that Lin Feng was looking at him, raised his eyes and looked over, and the eyes of the two were facing each other in the air.

Mu Xinsheng's gaze was extremely profound, while Lin Feng's gaze was as sharp and cold as a dagger, and he was not afraid of the so-called senior master in front of him.

"You are Lin Feng?" Mu Xinsheng was quite majestic.

"Yes, the lord of the Hidden Sword Villa, famous, see you today, I hope your strength will not disappoint me. Lin Feng said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Mu Xinsheng couldn't help but smile: "The future is terrifying, this is true, you are so bold, it is reasonable that you can kill my apprentice Wang Yi." If I can defeat the medicine ghost monk today, you won't be able to escape, kill my disciples, and don't think about getting away with it. ”

Thousands of people on the field stared at Lin Feng and Mu Xinsheng, and they couldn't imagine that this little-known young man could confront Mu Xinsheng, the long-famous owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa.

"It's ridiculous, is it only allowed for your apprentice to kill others, his strength is not good, and he is killed by me, this is just retribution. I'll see you fight against the medicine ghost monk seniors, if you can survive by luck, you might as well have a few tricks with me. "Lin Feng doesn't have a good impression of the Hidden Sword Villa, the sects in these county towns don't have much background, but they are always domineering.

Lin Feng's attitude aroused Mu Xinsheng's anger, and he said to Yang Qinghou, the master of the Momen beside him: "Brother Yang, I will deal with the Medicine Ghost Monk, and this young man named Lin Feng and the Lord of the Medicine King Valley will be handed over to you to deal with." The strength of the two of them is not weak, Lin Feng dared to speak disrespectfully to me, and the Lord of the Medicine King Valley had just killed Mo Di, the deputy master of the Mo Gate. ”

"Hmph, that's not all, Lin Feng also killed my apprentice Jiao Jun some time ago, cultivating an elite disciple is not an overnight thing, today I will definitely use Lin Feng's head to pay tribute to my apprentice Jiao Jun. Of course, don't even think about escaping, you will all die in my hands. "Yang Qinghou, the lord of the Ink Gate, has gloomy eyes and a fierce appearance.

"In that case, Medicine Ghost Monk, let's fight to the death. Your blood and qi are declining, how can you be the opponent of my eight-phase sword array. Mu Xinsheng let out a long roar, and the box behind him floated into the air and opened automatically.

Eight dazzling rays of light suddenly flew out of the box, which were colorful colors, and when you looked closely, these eight rays of light were the eight ancient swords of the famous Tibetan Sword Villa, each of which had a quality close to that of a spiritual weapon.

The shape of the ancient sword is strange and simple, the sword body is covered with strange runes, and there is also a broken place, and there are vicissitudes and gloom everywhere.

The eight swords are different, some are wide and heavy, others are as clear as jade, and red as fire...... The tens of thousands of people present all grew up and looked at it with stupid eyes, and most of them had never seen so many swords in their lives.

These eight ancient swords swirled around Mu Xinsheng's body, and his facial expression was magnificent, and the colorful sword light was even more unfathomable.

"Therefore, the realm of cultivation is irreparable, can you compete with the master of the Nine Golden Pill of Blood Condensation with eight swords?" The medicine ghost monk's wide sleeved robe was blown by the cold wind.

Mu Xinsheng's eyes narrowed slightly, he had decided to cast the Eight-Phase Sword Formation at the beginning, so as not to be suppressed by the Medicine Ghost Monk with powerful essence blood energy at the beginning.

The colorful light flickered, and Mu Xinsheng fell like a meteorite under the cover of the sword light in the sky, hitting the medicine ghost monk.

Eight ancient swords swirled out, and in an instant, the void was filled with sharp sword rays, and this breathtaking sword aura was many times stronger than the Danyang Blood Sword. When the eight types of kendo are combined, the power exerted is not just a quantitative superposition, but a qualitative change.

Lin Feng stared at the sword light in the sky, and there was a burst of "snort" in the air, if he was to resist it by himself, there was no way at present, after all, the cultivation time was still short, and it was impossible to ignore several realms to fight with the enemy.

However, seeing that the medicine ghost monk was shrouded by hundreds of sword shadows, his body seemed to be as slow as a leisurely stroll, but he could always avoid the sword light in the sky at an intermittent moment.

The medicine ghost monk's palm emitted a crimson light, and the palm print that suddenly appeared easily struck away the sword shadow that stabbed at him.

In order to establish an advantage, Mu Xinsheng continued to increase the number of sword shadows, as well as the speed and intensity of his attacks, and the essence and blood energy in the dantian continued to surge.

In order to defeat the Medicine Ghost Monk, a strong man who has been famous for many years, he has to fight to the death.

The sword shadow splashed out like a torrential rain in the sky, and the tens of thousands of people watching the battle couldn't help but feel numb in their scalps, and they all thought about what they would do if they faced these swords?

The medicine ghost monk's palm flew between the flew, shooting down a lot of close-range sword rays, and after a while, he did feel a little out of breath, and he had to obey the old age, even if he was a powerhouse in the realm of the Nine Golden Pill of Blood Condensation, in his twilight years, he was also a loss of blood and qi, and the real battle could not last.

"The Eight-Phase Sword Formation has just been unleashed with such power, and it is really not in vain, the old man has to use his real skills. The medicine ghost monk flipped over and took out a long red stick from the storage bag, and waved it casually, and a domineering and thick red aura rolled out with the stick.

The huge stick struck the sword shadows in the void, and every time the medicine ghost monk swung the red long stick, it would stir up a majestic one, like the waves of the river smashing a large area of sword shadows.

"Eight phases are infinite, sword blade storm!" Mu Xinsheng raised his head to the sky and roared.

With him as the center, the eight ancient swords continued to conjure up similar sword shadows, and then spun and slashed out, like a tornado, becoming more and more powerful.

At this time, the black clouds rolled in the sky, the ink waves were surging, the heavy snow also stopped, and lightning flowed through the thick dark clouds.

The "Eight-Phase Sword Array" evolved from the Taoist technique, condensing the essence of the ancient sword art fragments, the sword rain was full of sky, the storm hit, and the colorful sword light reflected the sky full of black clouds quite magnificently.

"The Sword Formation can reach such an extent, the predecessor who created this array is indeed a genius of the heavens, if it is used to use the cultivation of the Nine Layers of Blood Condensation Golden Pill to exert it, can it compete with the powerhouse of the Transformation Realm?" Lin Feng was a little shocked in his heart.

The medicine ghost monk's expression was solemn, and the long red stick in his hand rotated in front of him, forming a defensive shield similar to that of the Admiralty.

There are thousands of eight kinds of sword shadows, like a carp crossing the river stabbing on the Admiralty defensive cover, brilliant sparks splashing everywhere, and the sonorous metal trills are endless.

"Old horseman, you have lost blood, I want to see how long you can last. Mu Xinsheng's expression turned fierce, and he continued to infuse the eight-phase sword array with essence and blood energy.

Even if he is a strong person in the Blood Coagulation Ninefold Golden Pill, in his twilight years, the limit is approaching, and he has lost a lot of blood qi, and he may not be able to beat the master of the late stage of the Blood Coagulation Eightfold Golden Pill.

The medicine ghost monk's forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, and the green tendons on his bony hands were bursting up, he really felt a little powerless, and he had to release the essence energy stored in the golden pill in the dantian for many years, so that the red long stick in his hand was extremely dazzling, and the golden bell gang qi mask outside his body became brighter and brighter.

"Mu Xinsheng plans to use the sword rain all the time to consume the essence and blood energy of the Medicine Ghost Monk Patriarch, is it really despicable, do you have the ability to compete with the Medicine Ghost Monk Ancestor head-on?" the valley lord couldn't help but shout angrily.

Lin Feng couldn't help but shake his head, this valley master really couldn't hold his breath, the medicine ghost monk had been famous for many years, and the dignified blood coagulation ninefold golden pill realm powerhouse was also a real ability, and the outcome was unpredictable.

In order to lift the spirits of the strongest on their side, the disciples on both sides beat the war drums one after another, roaring like thunder on the battlefield, and the shouts of tens of thousands of people were spectacular.

Yang Qinghou, the lord of Momen, had gloomy eyes, and saw that the valley lord was shocked by the battle between Mu Xinsheng and the medicine ghost monk, and felt that it was a good time to kill the valley lord, which could be regarded as revenge for Mo Di.

"Medicine King Valley Lord, see how you escape today?" Yang Qinghou came to the Valley Lord with a phantasmatic figure, and mocked mercilessly.

The valley lord pretended to be very calm on the surface, but in fact, his heart jumped suddenly, but he clearly knew the true origin of Yang Qinghou, and it was not just the lord of Momen.

"It's ridiculous, didn't you also cultivate in our Medicine King Valley for a few years, stole the first three layers of the Qinglian Pharmacopoeia and ran away, and switched to Momen, do you dare to tell your disciples about these disgraceful things?" the valley master sneered.

Yang Qinghou was said to be short, and said in a deep voice: "This matter is that your Medicine King Valley is too ruthless, at the beginning, I just refined a furnace of Void Spirit Pill, so that the meridians of the elders who took it were damaged, and you abolished my hands, this is too ruthless, isn't it?

When many people heard these secrets, they couldn't help but look at Yang Qinghou's hands, but they saw that his two arms were intact and better maintained than ordinary people.

"Could it be that his hands are prosthetics, the people of Momen are extremely good at the art of puppets, and they can't imagine that Yang Qinghou, the master of Momen, has such a tragic past. Lin Feng stared at Yang Qinghou for a while.

The valley lord sneered at Yang Qinghou: "Compared to the real ability, you are not necessarily my opponent, do you think that by stealing our Medicine King Valley's "Qinglian Pharmacopoeia", you can count the classics and forget your ancestors? ”

"Hmph, did you use means to get my Momen's puppet technique? Yang Qinghou turned his hand and took out two silver beasts from the storage bag, threw them forward, and suddenly turned into two silver beasts comparable to the size of elephants, grinning with bared teeth and extremely hideous.

Gu Lord Ha Lu Ha Da Lu smiled and said: "What I have mastered is not an ordinary puppet technique, I have mastered the twin secret arts, and I am more skilled than your unlucky apprentice Jiao Jun." ”

"Thief, today the old man is going to crush your bones and scatter ashes and take back the secret art of this sect. Yang Qinghou couldn't bear it anymore, and drove the two silver beasts to roar and kill.

Lin Feng found that what the valley lord did was a bit abnormal, he didn't have any real skills, and the realm was also built up by relying on a large number of elixirs, and now that Yang Qinghou was completely enraged, wouldn't he be afraid of dying?

"You'd better give it your all, because I'm going to perform a secret technique that's stronger than the twins you've seen before. The valley lord closed his eyes, and the magic between his hands changed, and the dark purple light flickered outside his body.

Suddenly, a familiar figure flew out of the team, Lin Feng saw this person, and his heart suddenly surged with anger, this person was Lin Feng's master, the old drunkard.

The valley lord can be said to be insidious, since the beginning of the Gu poison, he has always used the old drunkard as a chess piece, just to control him out of the most reckless and perform the twin secret arts.

Using a master of the Eightfold Eightfold True Pill realm like the old drunkard as a puppet, and using Momen's peerless twin secret technique, it is many times stronger than Jiao Jun's original performance.

"Valley Master, do you want to die?" Lin Feng said in a deep voice, directly using his master as a puppet, what a humiliating thing this is, even if Lin Feng can calm down again, he can't help but be angry.

Before, Lin Feng had to fight to the death with the valley lord for the sake of Gu poison, but the medicine ghost monk came forward to adjust the matter, and now what the valley master did has been completely displayed in front of him, whether it is tolerable or unbearable, and the medicine ghost monk is busy fighting with Mu Xinsheng, and he has no time to take care of it.

"Lin Feng, what are you still doing in a daze, why don't you come and help the Lord of the Valley repel Yang Qinghou? You see that the old drunkards are all used by me, you two masters and apprentices are fighting side by side, you should thank me." The valley lord controlled the old drunkard to step forward and resist the two silver beasts, and he was full of spirit and a little forgetful.

Lin Feng held the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand, standing there indifferently, his anger was invisible, and when he was at his most angry, he often looked calm.

Seeing that Lin Feng was reluctant to make a move, the valley lord didn't think much about it, he controlled the old drunkard, silently recited the spell in his mouth, and blessed the old drunkard's essence and blood energy on himself according to the secret technique of the Momen Twins.

The old drunkard is worthy of being a master in the late stage of the Eightfold Shidan realm of blood condensation, although he has lost his mind and is controlled, he can also instinctively cast the "Luo Shen Wind Trick", his body is like the wind, fast as thunder and lightning, and he leaves several phantoms wherever he passes.

"Bang~" The old drunkard looked crazy, held down one of the silver beasts with his left hand, and struck out with a violent palm with his right hand, directly slapping the head of the silver beast into pieces, and then flew up with a kick and kicked the broken body of the silver beast into the snow dozens of feet away.

The silver beast was blasted into the snow by this powerful force, and it was difficult to struggle out again, because many joints of its body were shattered by the fierce palm force of the old drunkard, and after a few struggles, it lost control and turned into a small silver beast and was buried in the snow.

Yang Qinghou was startled by the sudden attack of the old drunkard, he had heard that the old drunkard and the Butterfly Sect Master fought to the death, and the most reluctantly was hit by the Butterfly Sect Master's natal blood arrow, and the injury was extremely serious, and he thought that he would not survive, but he didn't expect to rush out at this moment, like crazy, and the momentum was great.

A piece of silver light flickered, and Yang Qinghou sacrificed the high-level puppets that had been accumulated over the years, eight silver beasts, none of which had the quality of a high-grade magic weapon.

Together with the silver beast that was left before, there were nine in total, surrounding the old drunkard in the middle, roaring and biting.

The old drunkard's eyes were glowing red, and he shot mercilessly, looking up to the sky and letting out a long roar, each palm struck shattering the head of a silver beast, and a huge energy impact came from the snow, and the huge gap continued to extend into the distance.

Every time a silver beast was destroyed, Yang Qinghou's heart chuckled, these were all his hard work!

Don't look at these silver beasts so unbearable in front of the old drunkard, in fact, if they are used to deal with the valley master, it is completely enough.

After the old drunkard had destroyed all the silver beasts, his sharpness was drained, and he gasped for breath and sat cross-legged on the snow with his eyes closed.

The valley lord also jumped over and sat down next to the old drunkard, their movements so similar, and then both of them emitted a strange dark purple light.

"The Twin Secret Techniques of my Momen have unexpectedly exerted their greatest power in the hands of outsiders, and this old drunkard makes wedding dresses for others. Hmph, I don't believe that your mental power can control the old drunkard for a long time. Yang Qinghou said in a deep voice.

He decided to use the means of pressing the bottom of the box, otherwise when the valley lord and the old drunkard shot together, the attack energy could be strengthened, and it would be difficult to stop.

Yang Qinghou flipped his hand and took out six humanoid puppets from the storage bag, transforming them into life-size figures, three holding ellipsoidal shields and the other three holding spears.

It was divided into three groups, with spears and shields covering each other. The shield is impressively larger, the spear can also be lengthened, and the toughness is excellent, and it can be turned at will.

The old drunkard and the valley lord were immediately attacked, and the Gang Qi shield outside their bodies became thinner, and they immediately got up and shot at the same time.

The strange thing is that the body of the valley master is also elegant and fast, similar to the "Luo Shen Wind Trick", and every palm hit has a thousand powers.

This is the magic of Momen's twin secret arts, if it is used by an ordinary puppet, it can only exert twice its own strength.

But let a master like the old drunkard act as a puppet, and use this technique, you can bless some of his strength and tricks on yourself, which is equivalent to exerting twice the strength of the old drunkard.

The dark purple figures overlapped, the old drunkard and the valley lord made extremely fast moves, trying their best to find the flaws of these three groups of puppets, but this shield and spear are very weird, it can be described as a combination of offense and defense, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will be stabbed by a spear, and the edge of the shield is also a sharp blade.

At this moment, Yang Qinghou was sitting cross-legged on the snow, he poured most of the essence and blood energy in his body into these three groups of puppets, and his spiritual power was released without reservation, trying his best to control them to resist the old drunkard and the valley master.

It was just that a delicate small defensive formation was laid out outside his body, and the spar shone with colorful light, and Yang Qinghou gradually became difficult to resist, and his face became more and more pale.

At this time, he was equivalent to fighting against two masters of the Blood Condensation Eightfold Void Pill realm with the strength of one person, in fact, he was in the Blood Condensation Sevenfold Void Pill realm, and it was already good to be able to compete with the blood condensation eightfold monk, and now it had exceeded his tolerance limit.

The old drunkard and the valley lord had already launched their strongest attacks, and two huge pillars of dark purple light slammed into the two groups of golems fiercely, and suddenly smoke and dust were everywhere, and the sound of explosions roared.

Yang Qinghou's trick had been broken, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and sighed: "This is the will of heaven, my life is resting." ”

Then Yang Qinghou, who had already conceded defeat, fell into the snow, his spiritual power had slackened, and after such a strong attack, his heart had been shattered, and he had no chance to live.

The old drunkard and the valley lord flew over and stood next to Yang Qinghou, who was dying, and Yang Qinghou, who was dying, said in a trembling voice: "Medicine King Valley Lord, you forcibly cast the twin secret techniques to control a master like the old drunkard, once the power of counterattack appears, you won't live long." ”

The valley lord sneered, and mercilessly waved the golden long sword to cut off Yang Qinghou's head, and Yang Qinghou, the lord of the ink gate, fell.

At this time, the medicine ghost monk was still fighting with Mu Xinsheng, the lord of the Tibetan Sword Villa, Gu Zhizhi was angry, pointed ahead with a golden long sword, and shouted: "Everyone go up together, kill the people of these three factions and leave no armor." ”

"Valley Master, you should be punished too. Lin Feng had already made a decision in his heart, this person must not stay.