Burial of immortals.

On the bronze warship.

The geniuses of various sects in Huangzhou and the older generations were forced to stand on the deck. They did not dare to resist and could only watch the two sides confront each other in the air here.

The strong men of the Hongmeng came prepared.

Gong Weirui made a harsh words, Chen Mu knew that he could only solve the problem by fighting. He looked at the four sword saints and said strongly: "Pick the strongest one for me."

Bai Qinghuan glanced at the four sword saints opposite, and raised his lips slightly, "That woman is the strongest, are you sure she can withstand it?"

Gong Weirui was wearing a charming red dress and had an aroused figure. As the fourth elder of the Hongmeng, she had terrifying power close to the peak of the Sword Saint.

"I won't hit women."

Chen Mu could see that Gong Weirui was very strong and a little difficult to resist. Then he looked at Wei Yan. Compared to Gong Weirui, he was much weaker.

The genius on the warship looked surprised. Chen Mu was still a young man, so he actually wanted to confront an old swordsman like Wei Yan.

Wei Yan is famous in Hongzhou, and all the powerful people of various sects have heard of his name.

Bai Qinghuan looked at Gong Weirui and said, "I can help you hold this woman up."

Gong Weirui is very strong, Bai Qinghuan has just been reborn, and her current state has not reached its peak, but she is still confident that she can hold it back.

"Leave those two old guys to me." Yuying moved his muscles and bones, and his bones all over his body were clattering. He could handle the two old sword saints.

Gong Weirui sent a message to Wei Yan, "It's okay to kill that little thing, you don't need to show mercy."

Chen Mu's growth rate made her frightened. He must not let him continue to grow like this, otherwise it would inevitably become a stumbling block for Hongmeng's expansion.

Bai Qinghuan looked at the bronze warship with fear in her eyes, reminding her: "If you can't win, run away, you won't be embarrassed."

Chen Mu held the Qingyun Sword tightly.

He used the Nirvana breathing method, and his body was filled with Nirvana fire. The true phoenix wings appeared behind him and rushed out hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye.

Bai Qinghuan and Yuying followed at the same time.

All three figures were so fast that they were extremely fast.

It's hard for the juniors to see clearly.

The strong men of each sect were shocked in their eyes, and Chen Mu dared to rush towards Wei Yan on his own initiative.

Gong Weirui and the others rushed out at the same time.

Wei Yan had a sneer in his eyes. A slender holy sword appeared in his hand, and his whole body exuded a powerful pressure. He waved the sword to slash at Chen Mu.

Boom.

Space distortion.

Powerful energy diffusion.

A strong storm broke out around.

Wei Yan raised his eyebrows, his eyes widened, his sword trembled, and his body was shook.

"hiss!"

The strong men of each sect sect sucked in cold air.

That was the old sword saint, and Chen Mu's power was actually stronger than him. Wei Yan stabilized his body and said indifferently: "Little guy, his power is quite strong."

Wei Yan just finished speaking.

The golden sword light appeared in the blink of an eye.

Bright flames appeared all over Wei Yan, and the entire sky was dyed red. He became serious and the holy sword was shining with a raging fire.

"What a perverted body!"

"The physical strength of the uncle of Lingyun Sect is very terrifying, but the powerful sword saint is blessed by the natal sword, and the power obtained can increase dozens of times."

"Wei Yan didn't take it seriously just now."

Everyone thinks that Chen Mu can't get a bargain.

With the help of the majestic energy of the natal sword, Wei Yan's power doubled, the fire light soared into the sky, and the surrounding space was vibrating.

Yuying confronted two elderly sword saints. He was very strong and even had the upper hand. The two sword saints could only try their best to hold him back.

Bai Qinghuan and Gong Weirui collided head-on on the warship, and the two figures intersected like streams of light. Their sword light fell on the Burial Immortal Mountains, causing the mountains hundreds of feet to collapse directly.

On the warship.

The strong men and geniuses of each sect were looking at the right side, and Chen Mu and Wei Yan were fighting not far away.

Lin Miaoyu could feel the special fluctuations in Chen Mu's body, which was a taboo breathing method that Fengge did not have, and the complete version of Nirvana breathing method.

There is a little in her blood about the Nirvana breathing method, but it is incomplete.

Through breathing, the projection of the true phoenix can be condensed. Her eyes were envious, and her little hands were clenched unconsciously, eager to obtain the Nirvana breathing method.

Huo Mei had admiration in her eyes. The nearby geniuses didn't think Chen Mu could win, but she believed that Chen Mu could defeat Wei Yan.

The junior of Lingyun Sect was very nervous.

Wei Yan is an older sword saint. Even if Chen Mu was amazed before, facing the sword saint, the gap between the two is still difficult to make up.

Xiao Bai's bright eyes were wide open, and it stared at Chen Mu who was fighting at high altitude.

Xiao Hei was still sleeping in Zhao Sisi's arms. Xiao Bai reached out and slapped it. This time Xiao Hei did not play with Xiao Bai, and both cats were looking at the dazzling figure in the sky.

It is difficult for Li Qingliu to believe that Chen Mu can defeat Wei Yan, but he believes that he has a life-saving trump card.

He looked around and there was no sign of a strong man approaching. Logically speaking, there should be support from Lingyun Sect at this time.

In the sky.

Chen Mu's sword and Wei Yan's sword collided again, the space fluctuated, and circles of ripples spread, and the two swords kept colliding.

The younger generations around were shocked.

Facing the prosperous Sword Saint, Chen Mu was able to compete with him head-on with his own strength.

"monster."

"He can actually fight the Sword Saint head-on."

Chen Mu's Qingyun Sword can suppress the power of his opponent. His body is beyond the world. With the blessing of the domineering sword intent and the blood of the true dragon, there is no pressure to collide head-on.

Chen Mu and Wei Yan passed by more than a dozen swords in a row.

Wei Yan's expression was tense.

He knew that Chen Mu's power was terrifying, so he instantly retreated and pulled out enough distance, and the holy sword in his hand burst out with a brilliant sword light.

Seeing that Wei Yan could not fight his strength, he directly released his sword skills. The terrifying sword light broke through the air. Chen Mu calmly used Shadow without a trace to dodge.

The younger generations could not see Chen Mu's movements clearly, and even the older generation strong men could only barely keep up. Such displacement sword skills were too unsolvable.

Only the powerful swordsman can react.

Wei Yan quickly waved his sword at the place where Chen Mu appeared. Each sword light was as fast as lightning, and the fiery red sword light was enough to tear the mountains.

Chen Mu did not blindly dodge, and the roar of dragons sounded in the sky, deafening.

The juniors of Lingyun Sect were excited. It was Chen Mu's dragon roar sword force, and he wanted to fight back.

On the warship, Hu Xiaolin couldn't see Chen Mu's movements clearly. If he had a duel, he would be killed instantly and his back could not help but feel cold.

The geniuses were not optimistic about Chen Mu at first, but now they think Chen Mu has a chance to win.

Chen Mu concentrated all his strength, he was accumulating the power to dance three thousand dragons, and countless golden flames condensed beside him, and Wei Yan did not give him a chance to draw his sword.

Wei Yan set out his sword again.

The moment his sword light came out.

Chen Mu used his shadow without a trace and appeared behind Wei Yan in an instant. He swung his sword quickly, and eighteen huge golden dragons roared out.

Each golden dragon is more than ten feet long, and the scene is a bit spectacular. Even Dragon Martial Arts feels shocked, and there is an illusion that a real dragon appears in the world.

Wei Yan did not have the displacement sword skills like Chen Mu, nor did he master the rules of space, so he could only turn around and resist. Eighteen golden dragons wrapped him around, and his red robe was torn and sword marks appeared on his body.

On the warship, outside the space crack, the strong men of various sects and geniuses were shocked, and even the strong men of the Hong League were incredible in their eyes.

Wei Yan, an old swordsman, was actually injured by Chen Mu, and blood kept rolling down.

"roll!"

Wei Yan roared angrily.

A powerful fire burst out all over his body, like a boiling volcano. The surrounding golden dragons were shattered by Wei Yan, but this was not the end.

Thunder sounded.

The sword skills of the gods are shocking.

Wei Yan's pupils shrank, he smelled the smell of death and used all his strength to dodge. However, the Jingshen sword technique was too fast, and in the blink of an eye it flew out against Wei Yan's left face.

There is a mountain in the distance.
To be continued...