When Yuan Dian showed fatigue and said that holding on for three rounds would be considered victory, Chen Mofeng immediately confirmed the conjecture in his heart.

In Chen Mofeng's heart, Yuan Dian is a person who sells his reputation and reputation, he insists on staying on the field to fight with himself not to defeat himself, but to use himself to improve his reputation in the Quyang Sect, and surviving three rounds is his limit, of course, as long as he survives three rounds, it is indeed Yuan Dian's success.

But the more Yuan Dian is like this, the more Chen Mofeng will not let him get what he wants, the difference between the two cultivations is huge, the strength is not at the same level at all, and the three rounds are also Chen Mofeng's bottom line, and he will definitely not let Yuan Dian survive the third round, this is related to his own face, not to mention, for Yuan Dian, he has already made a killing intention.

With a cold drink, Chen Mofeng launched the third round, which was also the last round attack he thought, and in this round, Chen Mofeng was a killer.

The top-grade spirit sword in his hand swung a few times in a row, and then it was directly thrown by Chen Mofeng, suspended in mid-air, and at the same time, a palm-sized high-grade cyan spirit rune was instantly stimulated, and at the same time, Chen Mofeng's cold voice rang out: "Blue Devil Change, boy, suffer death!"

With Chen Mofeng's words, the cyan spirit rune burned out of thin air, turning into a green mang to envelop Chen Mofeng, almost instantly, a demon phantom more than a zhang high and with a blue face and fangs shrouded Chen Mofeng, and at the same time, the superb spirit sword suspended in mid-air was grabbed by the green ** head in his hand, and he waved it six times in a row, and then six sword shadows appeared around the green ** head phantom, showing a huge strangulation power.

Surrounded by these six sword shadows, the blue-headed phantom wrapped Chen Mofeng and ran towards Yuan Dian, and in an instant, Yuan Dian fell into a Jedi.

As soon as the blue ** head phantom appeared, Chen Qingyou, who was in the direction of the Flying Demon Mountain, was obviously not satisfied, shook his head and said: "It's over, it's over, it's over, a high-grade green magic talisman with a huge value, but it is used to deal with a mid-stage minor monk of condensation, and Mo Feng's fighting experience still needs to be improved!"

As soon as Chen Qingyou's words fell, Zhao Xueyuan, who was looking at the battle situation, said in agreement: "The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, not to mention dealing with the arrogant little monk of the Quyang Sect, Mo Feng's nephew is good." ”

"This battle is to establish power, that kid still wants to survive the three moves? Dream on! Mo Feng had better kill him directly, and let Quyang Sect know that he knows how powerful our Flying Demon Mountain is, and see if they dare to do any dirty things in the future. ”

After saying this, Zhao Xueyuan immediately gestured to Zhao Qishan and Sun Wushou, and the two immediately understood what Zhao Xueyuan meant, stood up from the seat, took two steps forward, and looked in the direction where Quyang Sect was located, in which the intention was obvious.

And seeing that Chen Mofeng urged such an attack that combined spirit runes and spells, the faces of several high-level officials of the Quyang Sect changed instantly, and cold sweat also oozed from Yun Hong's hands, and they all scolded:

"Blue Magic Fu, this Chen Mofeng child is really shameless. ”

"It seems that this Chen Mofeng is a killer, damn, is it possible to use such a desperate backhand against a monk whose cultivation is lower than his own?"

"Shameless, shameless, so shameless to bully the small, phew, Flying Demon Mountain is all shameless. ”

"Damn Chen Mofeng, boss, we have to stop it, Yuan Dian will definitely not be able to withstand this attack!"

Blue Devil Talisman, Flying Demon Mountain's Zhenzong Spirit Talisman, each refining is extremely difficult and time-consuming, once this talisman is activated, it will conjure up a blue ** phantom, the combat power is extremely powerful, and the blue devil phantom turned into a high-grade green devil talisman is enough to kill a monk in the late stage of condensation, not to mention Yuan Dian who only has the middle stage of condensation?

This Blue Demon Talisman is also of great value in the Flying Demon Mountain, and only the core disciples can have and use it, but the number is definitely not too much, and there are only one or two at most per person, and everyone did not expect that Chen Mofeng would use this talisman on Yuan Dian.

As the high-level of the Quyang Sect, they naturally knew that Chen Mofeng's spell and spirit rune attack was powerful, and they almost didn't have to think about it, Ji Jinjing stood up and was about to stop Chen Mofeng's attack, but Jiang Dezhao stopped it, and motioned to Zhao Qishan and Sun Wushou, who had been ready to stop it for a long time, and shook their heads.

"Master, Yuan Dian is a quenching spirit weapon master, and he can practice a quenching spirit weapon alone. ”

Ji Jinjing naturally saw the actions of the Flying Demon Mountain monk, but at this time, Yuan Dian was in deep crisis, he had to come to the rescue, and after being stopped by Jiang Dezhao, he could only say the identity of Yuan Dian's spiritual weapon, hoping that Jiang Dezhao would change his mind and come to the rescue.

But Jiang Dezhao still shook his head and said to Ji Jinjing: "Elder Ji, Yuan Dian will be fine, you have to trust your own judgment." ”

After speaking, he didn't speak, but sat back in his seat, his eyes glued to the arena.

The six sword shadows around the cyan troll flew over, carrying Chen Mofeng, who was urging the magic trick, and came to Yuan Dian's side in a few steps, completely enveloping Yuan Dian, at this time, Yuan Dian's retreat was all sealed, except for hard resistance or fighting with the blue ** head phantom, there was almost no way to avoid Chen Mofeng's attack.

Of course, if Yuan Dian can fly at this moment, it is okay, and as soon as he soars into the sky, he will naturally escape the attack of the blue-headed phantom.

Just when everyone thought that Yuan Dian was about to be defeated or even killed, a scene that stunned everyone happened again.

Seeing that the phantom of the green ** head was about to be killed, Yuan Dian flipped his palm, and a three-foot yellow disc appeared instantly, and a flash fell directly at Yuan Dian's feet, and then flew up with Yuan Dian, really soaring into the sky, thus escaping the attack range of the green ** head.

"This ...... How did this kid fly? Isn't it true that the cultivation realm can't fly without building a foundation? How did this kid do it?"

"What kind of spiritual weapon did this kid sacrifice? There is no grade, how can he fly manned?"

"What is under Yuan Dian's feet?Is there a flying spirit weapon?There really is such a flying spirit weapon in the cultivation realm!"

Just as Yuan Dian soared into the sky, all the monks present, from the head of the sect to the early stage of condensation, were shocked again, including Ji Dongsheng and Ji Tianxing of the Qinwang Sect, and several other heads and elders stood up instantly, looked up at Yuan Dian who was standing on the yellow disc in mid-air, and made a shocked comment.

But before they could finish their shocked words, the yellow disc carried Yuan Dian to avoid the attack of the green ** shadow, and then under Yuan Dian's urging, a loop appeared behind Chen Mofeng at a very fast speed.

"Ten miles of thunderous fists. ”

With Yuan Dian's shout, a fist phantom with rolling thunder and lightning appeared out of thin air, and then slammed on the green ** phantom, 'crackling' After the sound of thunder and lightning exploded, the green ** phantom disappeared, but before Chen Mofeng, who was in shock inside, reacted, Yuan Dian sent out his own attack again.

"Pierce the wood and gravel to the Yang Sword. ”

The blue light sword swung, and a green mang rushed directly towards Chen Mofeng, but the direction of the attack was not Chen Mofeng, who was still in shock, but extremely tricky hit the three inches of the Yicui superb spirit sword suspended in Chen Mofeng's chest.

Qingmang flashed, only to hear a 'click', and the supreme spirit sword suspended in Chen Mofeng's chest was directly broken into two sections, and the light disappeared and fell to the ground.

Almost at the same time, with a 'boring bang', the yellow disc under Yuan Dian's feet fell to the ground, flashed a few times, and seemed to have become a waste product, and Yuan Dian didn't pay attention to this flying spiritual weapon in the eyes of everyone.

Just when these two sounds sounded almost at the same time had not disappeared, the blue shadow flickered, and a cold sword body that flashed green appeared on Chen Mofeng's neck, making Chen Mofeng stop in an instant, standing in place, not daring to move.

This qiē happened in a very short period of time, and even when the monks present were still in shock that Yuan Dian was able to fly, the blue-headed phantom dissipated, and Yuan Dian's spirit sword was already on Chen Mofeng's neck.

"Senior Brother Chen, I agreed. ”

After just a pause, Yuan Dian immediately withdrew the Qingguang Sword, a playful expression appeared on his face, he looked at Chen Mofeng, who was a little dull, and then turned around and walked in the direction where Quyang Sect was, but after only two steps, Yuan Dian suddenly turned around and said to Chen Mofeng with a cold face:

"Next time, Yuan will cut off the spirit sword. ”