"Baguazhang?"
Feeling that the vital points on his body were being locked by the palm technique, Jun Changzai's expression tightened and he raised his hand to use the "Wen Jun Xiao Chou" technique.
"Buzz!"
Wenjun's sword intent burst out, and the surging sword intent instantly eliminated the sense of being locked on Jun Chang's body.
Immediately afterwards, Wenjun Sword stabbed towards the snow-white jade palm at an extremely fast speed.
“Ding! Ding! Ding!”
A series of metal collision sounds were heard, and Jun Changzai immediately looked at the palm intently while fighting.
"Silk gloves?"
Looking at the metallic glint that flashed across his palm from time to time, Jun Changzai suddenly realized, "No wonder you dared to take my Wenjun Sword with your bare hands. It turns out your weapon is a divine-level Tiancan Silk Glove."
"Stop talking nonsense."
The Baguazhang technique continued to attack Jun Changzai one after another.
......
"Valley Master, aren't we going to take action now?"
Not far from the square, Long Ao stared at the stove in the middle of the square with fiery eyes, his fighting spirit high.
"Take action?"
Mo Xie glared at Long Ao unhappily and said, "All those who appear there now are peak-level warriors in the Venerable Realm. Are you planning to let this Valley Master die?"
Long Ao smiled awkwardly, glanced at Xuan Tianji beside him and said, "We still have the ancestor here. With the ancestor's current realm, it would be very easy for him to capture the holy weapon."
After saying that, Long Ao stretched out his hand and made a hand gesture, staring at Xuan Tianji with a burning gaze and said, "Isn't that what you said, Ancestor?"
"It's not that simple."
Xuan Tianji stared at the stove with a serious expression, his fingers constantly calculating.
He felt an inexplicable crisis.
This crisis was sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes urgent, sometimes slow, which made him a little confused.
"Can't you predict it?"
Xuan Tianji pushed the Yantian Jue to its limit, but the picture that appeared in his mind was a fog and he could not see anything clearly.
"How could it be impossible to predict it?"
Xuan Tianji muttered to himself and gradually turned his suspicious eyes to Moye.
The picture that appeared when he calculated this time was exactly the same as the picture that appeared when he calculated Moye.
Could it be that the final recipient of this holy weapon will be this kid Moye?
"Ancestor, what's the situation?"
Mo Xie looked at Xuan Tianji and frowned slightly.
There seemed to be something wrong with the way this old ancestor looked at him.
Xuan Tianji shook his head and said, "It's hard to calculate, it's all a mystery."
"Can't calculate it?"
Mo Xie clenched his fists, as if he had thought of something.
Xuan Tianji patted Mo Xie's shoulder and said, "Don't expect too much. Perhaps my cultivation level isn't high enough to predict the fate of the Holy Soldiers."
“…”
Moye was silent.
Obviously, he knew what the ancestor meant by thinking too well.
But what he thought was obviously not what the ancestor meant.
Mo Xie looked up at the blazing furnace in the center of the square and asked Xuan Tianji, "Ancestor, do we have any hope of winning the Holy Weapon?"
The power of the Holy Weapon is enormous. If he has the opportunity to seize the Holy Weapon, he is willing to take the risk of being discovered by his original body and try his best.
"have."
Xuan Tianji nodded affirmatively and pointed to the right in front of him. "Three miles to the right in front of us, there's an old fellow with the same level of cultivation as me lurking. If I join forces with that old fellow, I have a 30% chance of seizing the Holy Weapon."
"30%?"
Mo Xie shook her head and smiled, then said, "The two Half-Step Great Emperor Realm warriors only have a 30% chance of success when they attack. It's best for us to wait and see what happens."
Long Ao opened his mouth and wanted to say something.
But a look from Mo Xie made him shut up and turn his attention to the stove.
Beside the stove, Jun Changzai was filled with sword intent, and he kept stabbing the owner of the jade palm with the Wenjun Sword at various tricky angles.
"Eight Trigrams Locking the Sky!"
It seemed that Jun Changzai's methods irritated the owner of the jade palm.
The owner of the jade palm let out a delicate cry, and a surge of martial spirit suddenly burst out, and a miniature Bagua formation appeared in the palm of the jade palm.
"Lock!"
The snow-white jade palm pressed down, and the Bagua formation in the palm instantly enlarged, covering the space around the stove.
"Venerable Ling Meng, you can fight, but it's not good to cause harm to innocent people."
Waving the bamboo in his hand, the old beggar had a head-on collision with Wu Qingcheng's sword. He tried to use the force of the collision to escape from the coverage of the Bagua formation.
"It's no use, old beggar."
When the old beggar chose to confront him head-on, Wu Qingcheng realized what he was thinking.
He pointed at the Bagua formation and explained, "Although Bagua Locking Heaven is a palm technique, it is actually a formation constructed with spiritual power. If the formation is not broken, we cannot escape."
"snort!"
After lightly trying to escape from the formation, the old beggar snorted coldly and looked at Wu Qingcheng and Jun Changzai, saying, "Venerable Ling Meng's Bagua Palm Formation is too formidable. Let's team up to deal with her first."
"good."
Jun Changzai nodded in agreement.
"I'm fine."
Wu Qingcheng shrugged with a friendly look on his face.
"Ask you to relieve your sorrow."
"Qingcheng Sword Technique."
"Evil Dog Stick Technique."
Two brilliant sword lights plus a dark green bamboo hit the Bagua formation, causing it to flicker.
"mean!"
Venerable Lingmeng quickly dispersed the Bagua formation and turned away without looking back.
She was already injured by the joint attack of the three.
If she didn't escape now, she would fall into the joint attack of the three.
“Puff!”
A long sword with an immortal aura pierced into the heart of Venerable Lingmeng, completely crushing his heart.
"Xu Wuji, what are you doing?!"
A roar carrying the roar of a Buddhist lion sounded in Xu Wuji's ears, bringing Xu Wuji back from his somewhat dazed look.
"Bang!"
The Zhenwu sword fell to the ground. Xu Wuji looked in shock at Venerable Lingmeng, whose heart was crushed by his sword, and his hands couldn't help shaking.
What just happened?!
"Amitabha."
Master Kongwen clasped his hands together slightly and chanted a Buddhist name, then lowered his head and recited the Amitabha Sutra for Venerable Lingmeng.
"I......"
As soon as Xu Wuji opened his mouth to utter the word "I", he covered his head with his hands in pain.
"kill!"
"Kill him!"
"Take your sword and kill him!"
"Kill him, and you'll lose one of your most powerful opponents."
"If we kill him, the Zen sect will lose a powerful person who has the opportunity to enter the realm of the Great Emperor."
"Kill him, kill him now!"
A series of bewitching voices echoed deep in Xu Wuji's soul.
"I....."
Xu Wuji's hands were shaking, trying hard to control himself from being seduced by the words deep in his soul.
But soon, Xu Wuji widened his eyes and watched himself uncontrollably pick up the Zhenwu sword on the ground and stabbed it into Master Kongwen's vest.
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