Mu Feiqing looked around and noticed that there were hundreds of stones around the city gate. The stones were large or small, sharp in edges or as round as eggs.

But no matter what shape it is, it exudes an extremely strong sense of stubbornness and injustice. The aura seems so silent and unwilling, as if it is about to fill the entire world.

Mu Feiqing raised his hand and tried it lightly. The misty passages that naturally existed between heaven and earth became unblocked like breathing. He chuckled helplessly. This simple magic array actually had some power that could control the limitless power.

In other words, he was plotted.

Just now, the saint who was entrusted with the coffin deliberately provoked him to lead him into this magic circle and eliminate his unlimited power.

The first snow fell overnight, and thousands of stones looked like soldiers wearing white armor, while the big stones looked like giant wolf in the snowfield in the north, full of solemnity.

At that moment, the lame old man who was forced to a corner was finally aiming for a long time in secret and found an unpleasant opportunity, and used a massive suppression.

The murderous intent of the earth is trapped, and the murderous intent of the sky is killed by the saint.

The huge coffin was like the Buddhist kingdom in the palm of Buddhism and was endlessly crushing Mu Feiqing in the formation.

The clouds in the sky were off the track, and the flying snow disappeared. It was just a blink of an eye that was covered with dark clouds, just like the stars were moving. Hundreds of coffins were pushed to Mu Feiqing by the lame saint with infinite force, and directly formed a formation in the void, limiting Mu Feiqing to it.

At that moment, Mu Feiqing was as if he was rejected by the world. Countless stars were flying around in the void, and each was a falling world. This powerful force was unwilling to be touched by the saints.

But Mu Feiqing, who has no power without any distance,

While avoiding, it seems that the clones are too lazy to do anything.

People are murderous, and heaven and earth are repeated.

Taking the position where Mu Feiqing stood as the center of the circle, the world, which clearly distinguished for tens of millions of years, has really turned over!

The earth is above and the sky is below.

Mu Feiqing's energy was fully opened, and his hands were like Thousand-Handed Guanyin, transforming into unparalleled illusions, constantly impacting the coffin.

In life, you should stand tall and stand tall in the world.

Although he changed direction, Mu Feiqing still managed to step on the sky and carry the ground with his hands.

The next moment, he rushed into the cage,

Flipped his body and held the neck of the lame saint with one hand and pulled it down.

Break open the edge of the cage and smash it hard into the ground.

Like a comet hitting the ground.

The earth cracked a bottomless pit.

Mu Feiqing's five fingers were intertwined, and he clenched his hands with a punch. He shouted loudly and smashed his fist on the saint's coffin. The lame saint did not expect that Mu Feiqing would break the attack that had been accumulating for a long time so easily, and was caught off guard by this punch.

At the same time, a sword broke through the air.

The trace of the sky from the void of Chang'an City.

The lame saint was knocked out dozens of feet.

Mu Feiqing took another sword and was about to slash out. Suddenly, a wooden sword broke through the wind and silently. Even the blocking and uncomfortable auras in the world were not affected at all. Following the flow of wind and snow in nature, there was no trace to follow.

Mu Feiqing's eyes lit up slightly.

This sword seems simple, but it is amazing enough.

Mu Feiqing didn't expect that in the sword path, in addition to the real person Tianyong of Langya Pavilion, there were people who could reach such a state.

If this person is reincarnated, maybe a hundred years later, a person who can compete with him in the swordsmanship will appear in the world.

The sword on earth broke through the wind and thrust the snow, and then lit the wooden sword in the seemingly empty fallen snow.

The snowflakes no longer fall, they are still in the air.

Then the wooden sword began to break, and began to break from the edge, and cracks appeared, until the center of the snowflakes, mixed with the snowflakes to break into the finest powder.

The broken snow like powder fell down one after another.

However, the next moment, the wooden sword appeared from the other direction, and as soon as it appeared, there were thirty swords.

However, Mu Feiqing swung this sword slightly and broke it.

But the saint just made a fuss, using these two swords to block Mu Feiqing's three breaths, and then went to the south city with no distance to send the lame saint away. The lame saint was cut by Mu Feiqing and was seriously injured.

What was left behind was a middle-aged scholar wearing a Confucian robe. He looked like a master of knowledgeable master.

He carried the wooden sword on his back and bowed, "Zhen Feiqing, the student is actually very interested in the sword. After studying for sixty years, he finally learned a sword. I want to ask Zun for guidance."

"Sixty years of hard work, sir is a man of great perseverance." Mu Feiqing said: "I heard that sixty years ago, my senior brother Tianyong once waved his sword and scolded a saint who did not understand swordsmanship. Later, the saint practiced swordsmanship."

"It's the student." The scholar said.

Mu Feiqing took a step forward and reached out and said, "Sir, please."

The scholar reached out and the wooden sword was in harmony with the human being, slowly leaving the scabbard. It was extremely slow at first, and gradually it was as fast as a rolling thunder, so that a long rainbow mist was wrapped in the sky, which could be clearly visible even if it was not familiar with martial arts.

Once the sword was released, the peach wood sword disappeared.

Mu Feiqing, who is known as the world's number one sword cultivator, blinked his fingers several times in succession and searched for dragons to point a hole, but he failed to cut off the key qi veins that had traveled thousands of miles with a sword.

So Mu Feiqing stopped doing this and simply stopped his fingers and waited quietly.

A wisp of sword energy passed by, and the scholar suddenly moved. At this time, the scholar changed a lot. He no longer looked like a timid scholar, but instead the immortal Ling Feng was driving the sword, and the frost was shrouded in the ten states in one night.

And the wooden sword suddenly came around Mu Feiqing, and I don’t know how many distances it took, hundreds of miles, one thousand miles, three thousand miles, six thousand miles,

Mu Feiqing knew it and had already wandered around him for six thousand miles without restraint!

The farthest part is thousands of miles away. Recently, I passed by myself, and went back and forth tirelessly, either drawing an arc and escaping for more than ten feet, or flying in a straight line for three or four miles, without any rules and no trace to be found.

"Good sword!"

Mu Feiqing muttered, took a quick step back, and at the place where he had just stood, a sword emerged and took straight into his face.

Mu Feiqing took a step back, carried his back with one hand, raised his hand, clamped the sword with both fingers, and held the sword.

The scholar held the sword in both hands and pushed it hard.

Mu Feiqing's fingers were hot, she smiled slightly, folded them gently, and broke the wooden sword directly. Then she drew the sword with her fingers and landed on the scholar's eyebrows, a little dark red appeared.

The scholar was eliminated,

A little depressed.

But he still included expectations and said, "Sir, how about this sword for students?"

"The second in the world!" Mu Feiqing said.

The scholar smiled. Sixty years ago, a junior was pointed at the nose and scolded him for not knowing the sword. He sharpened the sword for sixty years, and finally got the result.

Although he is inferior to the emperor, he is the second best person in the world, which is enough to prove that he is better than Tianyong Zhenren.

Sixty years later, Jiandao can be a master!
Chapter completed!