The long wind whistled and crossed the mountain road.

The towering mountain ridges lifted by the great power of Nirvana are suspended in the air ten feet above the ground, and from time to time, rocks, sand and dust, and a fog-bound murderous aura spreads like a tornado.

After Chen Yuanjun spoke, Zhu Mi did not respond.

This person who has always cherished his life and even avoided Lu Sheng's 500-year-old Nirvana in the coffin, was so tough for the first time in eight hundred years.

Holding Zhu Mi in the towering mountains with both hands, the robe kept shaking in the strong wind.

His voice also steadily spread in the strong wind.

"If you are interested in talent, you may be among the top ten in five hundred years."

"I only saw you in my life. Except for Lu Sheng, no one can suppress you."

Accompanied by Zhu Mi's words, there was a fine and noisy "noise" in the strong wind. Widths of the empty sword energy that was invisible to the naked eye overflowed from the robe layer by layer. At first, it was like a swimming fish, leaping into the air, and it quickly became thicker, rippling around the old man, big and small in distance.

"But it's a pity... you're going to die here today."

The first four words of Zhu Mi gradually became smaller, and when the sentence in the next sentence, outsiders couldn't hear it, and it was more like his own murmuring.

Fifty feet away, Chen Yuanjun still had that calm expression.

A wind blade suddenly exploded in front of him. The sudden sword energy was as fast as thunder, and it could not be captured by the naked eye. Only the "empty" body passed by--

The sword energy suddenly exploded, sweeping towards Chen Yuanjun like fireworks, and at the same time, it wiped a semicircular arc barrier. The man sitting on the horse's back remained unchanged, and even his eyelids did not blink. Dozens of thunder exploded in front of him instantly.

Fifty feet apart, the sword energy flashed and disappeared.

I haven't seen how Zhu Mi acted.

I didn't see how Chen Yuan responded, but a faint golden flame lit up between my eyebrows.

The wildfire was burning, and dozens of solemn sword energy from Xiao Wuliang Mountain exploded continuously, shattered continuously, and turned into a torrential rain, completely outlining the outline of the protective barrier of Chen Yuanjun. This was like an airtight barrier, and no flaws were revealed without any attacks by the sword energy.

The first man in the north straightened his back, and his cloak was swept by the strong wind and rolled backwards—

Zhu Mi suddenly moved.

He suddenly clasped his hands and his hands raised closed.

Chen Yuanjun raised his head, and the two majestic ridges were lifted up by Zhu Mi using his magical power to "moving mountains" and smashed towards him.

In the Nirvana realm, there are very few people who can use the movement of mountains, not to mention the sword cultivator who has never tempered his body. Because he lived too long, the information about Zhu Mi was very old and very backward... This "Big Sword Immortal" who sacrificed his life as a small person on Wuliang Mountain Holy Tomb has not taken action for hundreds of years.

"Move the mountain! Fall it for me!"

There was a loud noise from the mountains, falling like a millstone.

It was originally like a withered Zhu Mi. The moment she raised her arms, her sleeves bulged into a circle, and the ground trampled with her feet continued to explode with a strong energy, the earth cracked, and the spider webs shattered.

Two dragons on his arms were plated, and his snow-white eyebrows, beards and hair ignited a fire. His life span, which was not much, burned desperately at this moment, in exchange for the peak of "a flash in the pan".

Zhu Mi's chest was bulging, and the bones on his back made a "cracking" misalignment sound, and his whole body became tall, green and strong, with the black robe stretching out of the outline by his muscles.

He tried his best to aim the two mountains and smash them down—

Amid the rumbling sound.

Darkness swallowed the Lord of Chen Yuan!

...

...

Chen Yuanjun raised his head expressionlessly, staring indifferently at the mountain that was getting closer and closer to him, the shadows became bigger and bigger... but time was still abundant.

Even if the mountains really fall to the top.

In just a moment, he can sweep out from the horse's back.

Those who have not experienced the Battle of Tianhailou in the North cannot understand his "worldly speed", and cannot imagine the scene of him racing against the Fire Phoenix.

But now it is no longer the Battle of Tianhailou.

After the battle with Baidi, only he himself knew what "changes" occurred in Chen Yuanjun's body.

It only took one breath.

The general from the north made his own choice. The cloak rolled up against the waist in the strong wind and pressure. Chen Yuanjun, who had always been straightened, suddenly leaned down and two mountains, one left and one right, attacked down at the same time.

He gently pressed his mount with one hand, turned over and went down instantly, and ran around the horse for a while. A circular sword light burst into like thunder in the dark-

This knife is as smooth as flowing water.

Chen Yuanjun had already shot out like an arrow that took off his bow. His speed was much slower than the Battle of Tianhailou. In front of him was endless thick rocks. He pressed his left hand on the hilt of the sword, pulled his sword with his right hand and turned his wrist. He easily exploded the heavy weight of a thousand pounds of mountains like chopping and slashing the flowing water. One stone wall after another was cut open by the sword. These stones mixed with Zhumi Nirvana's divine nature were shattered like rivers and vulnerable.

This man who was running "slowly" on the earth was like a cheetah, bowing his body, slashing backwards for fifty feet, and came to Zhu Mi, who had reached the peak of the state of cultivation. When the last stone wall was broken, the two of them looked at each other.

There was a "boom".

Chen Yuanjun's throat turned sweet, and a piece of armor scale exploded without warning on his right shoulder. Blood penetrated his skin and splashed out. A heart-wrenching pain surged into the sea of ​​divine water, suppressed by his extremely powerful willpower.

Under the black cloak is a burning golden talisman armor.

Qian Shang said that his senior brother is an impulsive person and uses the "power of Nirvana" at all costs.

It is precisely this "impulsive" sunken abyss that can support the General's Mansion in the North.

The one who supports Chen Yuanjun was left by his master, and now he has deeply integrated into his blood and bones.

After fighting with Baidi, his injuries worsened very seriously and had reached the stage of "no medicine to cure" - Nirvana practitioners are the most powerful beings in the world. If their injuries are so serious that they cannot "heal themselves", then no doctor in the holy mountain in this world can do anything.

And this armor allows him to continue to maintain the combat power of the Nirvana realm at the cost of overdrawing his life.

Although... it is no longer the peak.

But at least you can still swing your knife.

The right shoulder of the armor was broken, but Chen Yuanjun still swung his sword.

The majestic sword formation of Xiao Wuliang Mountain and Zhu Mi who reappeared at the peak were all over the place, all of which were flooded by the magnificent sword light. The land was broken, and the murderous intentions were ups and downs. The two mountains were left behind by Chen Yuanjun. The tremor under the continuous sword intent shattered all the mountains raised by the mountain moving technique, like a sandstorm swept backward and exploded-

...

...

The grand sword light cut a hundred feet into the mountain road.

Such a sword was already extremely shocking, but unfortunately, it was not enough to compare with the power of the sword drawn when Chen Yuanjun stepped on Fengming Mountain.

Chen Yuanjun drew his sword that day and directly killed the White Sea Demon Saint.

And today's sword is still far from killing Nirvana.

In the smoke and dust, the smell of blood spreads.

A figure of a strong and strong robe sitting among the rubble of stones, her eyes shining with red light, and half of her shoulders were fuzzy, but he was smiling.

"Young" Zhu Mi stared at Chen Yuanjun after he took out the knife, and laughed continuously to break the silence of the night.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

He smelled the bloody smell in the air.

Not just your own blood.

And... Chen Yuanjun's.

"You are indeed bluffing."

The knife wound on his shoulder was very serious. Even though he had expected that Chen Yuanjun would draw his sword, Zhu Mi still could not escape. The robe was broken and the Taoist fire burned. The sword's energy continued to penetrate the wound, and then it was burned by his Nirvana fire, and a wisp of fine smoke rose.

Zhu Mi smiled happily, and said hoarsely: "At the North Frontier Conference, you are lying to someone... In a battle with the White Emperor, your body can no longer bear it. You must take action to dispel the prince's suspicion. The North Frontier Conference was held, and so many Nirvana meetings were held. Only by urging the General's Mansion to suppress a certain Nirvana can the North continue to be strong."

At this moment, he figured out all the causes and consequences, so he smiled very happily and particularly gloomy, "Everything afterwards is in acting... If you don't slap that when you pass by Xiao Wuliang Mountain, you are dead now."

"Young Zhu Mi" slowly stood up. He pressed the knife wound on his shoulder with one hand. His five fingers used force, and the flames burned. The remaining strength of the knife was broken, and the wound was restored, leaving only a faint scar.

"Jun Chen Yuan, you act so well. Everyone was deceived by you." He exclaimed expressionlessly and said lightly: "But your Highness from Tiandu saw through your tricks. I didn't dare to take risks... I didn't expect it to come true."

Young Zhu Mi asked with a smile: "I will exchange my life for you. How long can you last? Half a stick of incense or one stick of incense? Or during a certain sword drawing process, the forbidden technique collapses, and the whole person's body collapses as well?"

Chen Yuanjun lowered his eyes, silently clenched the ancient sword with one hand, and with the other hand, he drew out the long sword from his sword sheath, and pointed at the ground with one sword at a time.

He asked softly, "You haven't thought that there is another possibility... I will kill you directly before the forbidden technique collapses."

The wind is loud and weak.

Zhu Mi said softly: "If I am so afraid of death, if I am not fully confident, how can I dare to face you alone?"

Accompanied by this voice, extremely complex ancient formation patterns flashed under the robe.

"The master behind me is a transcendent genius who is far away from the past and the present. He is only one step away from immortality, and he overwhelms the saints of countless times."

Zhu Mi returned to her dark hair and beard, showing a bright and radiant color like a flame.

His aura was still rising, and he climbed to a level that even Chen Yuanjun felt "tough"... This old man who had been in the coffin for 800 years was obviously given an extremely terrifying fortune.

What kind of existence should be what can make a Nirvana praise?

Chen Yuanjun frowned.

"You should know too... The person who really wants to test your depth tonight is not me, but the prince."

Zhu Mi, who was burning with bright flames, stretched out a finger and pointed to the direction of the Tiandu Imperial City in the distance.

"Only we can meet here when the iron law is restrained and the law is retreating."

Zhu Mi pointed to his back again and said, "If you can't get there, Ning Yi will die. Tonight you will lose all your money. Will Your Highness let you live?"

The ancestor of the Holy Mountain stared at Chen Yuanjun and suddenly laughed.
Chapter completed!