"Brush" Li Muran has all his strength to control the sword transformation talisman, turning it into a shining sword light, facing the opponent's sword.

"Bang" the sword light intersected with the sword, and actually cut off the young man's sword into seven or eight pieces and fell to the ground. Li Muran's sword-making talisman was completely damaged because of the use of it too many times, turning into golden light and dispersing.

The audience was very surprised and didn't understand the bald boy's approach. He threw out his magic weapon during the competition. If he couldn't retract or could not win with one blow, wouldn't he lose the magic weapon and his methods were greatly reduced?

However, at this moment, the young man took out a red sword from the storage bag, which was also a top-grade magic weapon.

"Hehe, I have several magic weapons like this, and how many of your sword-making talismans are there?" The young man sneered, and at the same time, the red sword in his hand shook, and countless sword lights shot out, accompanied by a stream of flames.

"This is impossible" A monk from the Divine Travel Period who was watching the battle changed drastically. He is also a monk who uses swords. He knows the way to use swords. The most important thing is to combine humans and swords. Therefore, it takes a long time to sacrifice and refine a sword in his hand to familiarize himself with the integration and perform powerful sword skills. Replacing a sword is a taboo for people who use swords. Generally, they try to improve the quality of their own swords. Only when they have to choose a new sword to refine it again. After each sword change, it takes a long time to adapt to it before they can exert their true sword power.

However, this young man was only able to change the sword in his hand at a later stage of Qi and meridian cultivation, and each sword showed powerful power, as if it was a personal sword that had been practicing for decades. It was hard to imagine that although he was a monk in the Divine Travel Period, he would never be able to do this even if he asked himself.

"Who is this kid? I'm afraid that only the true master of the sword used by this sect more than a thousand years ago can do this when he was practicing Qi and Meridians. Maybe even that master may not be able to do it back then."

This monk in the Divine Travel Period was extremely shocked, and the other monks who had a little understanding of the way of using swords were also inexplicably shocked. If they knew that swordsmanship was only one of the many methods this bald boy mastered, and it was not his major skill at all, I was afraid that he would be even more surprised.

When everyone was shocked, Li Muran was manipulating the three flame talismans to resolve the fire sword lights that the opponent slashed. Although Li Muran's defense was not as easy as the opponent, he was not very dangerous with the protection of the rotating stone shield and the diamond talisman.

After the young man slashed out a few swords, he saw that the flame sword light could not pose much threat to Li Muran, so he did the trick to throw out the red sword in his hand. The latter turned into a flame meteor and shot towards Li Muran.

Li Muran was prepared for a long time. When the opponent held the sword, he used the essence fire ring magic weapon and threw it hard. The essence fire ring hit the red sword with a blazing flame, smashing the red sword away, and landed dozens of feet away from the competition platform.

The Fine Fire Ring itself was cut into a gap by the Red Sword, but it didn't matter much.

"Hmph" the bald boy snorted coldly, a cold light flashed in front of him, and a pair of silver-shining broad swords appeared in his hand.

"Brush" the blade shines with cold light and reveals its sharpness. Under the control of the boy, another dense sword light slashes out.

Everyone who watched the game was completely shocked by this scene, as if no matter what magic weapon was, as long as it reached the young man's hands, they could immediately exert their most powerful power.

Everyone thought he was just good at using swords, but unexpectedly, after changing to a pair of silver sword magic weapons, he was still so powerful.

"Junior Brother Liu, you are best at using swords. What do you think of this guy's sword skills?" A young monk from the Divine Travel Period was asked by his senior brother beside him.

The young monk was shocked. After hearing his senior brother's question, he shook his head and murmured: "To be honest, I can't see that his sword skill is famous for its great power, but it is a bit heavy, but in this son's hands, it is extremely agile and its power is equally amazing. The sword sutras circulated in this sect have nine levels, and I have only practiced the fourth level now; and this son's sword skill may be above the sixth level. If his magic power is thicker, maybe I am not his opponent."

"What? This guy's sword skills are still above Junior Brother Liu?" Several monks from the Divine Travel Period around the young man were shocked and could not believe what they heard. However, this junior brother named Liu always said nothing, and obviously he didn't seem to be joking at this time.

"If this child is allowed to advance to the Shenyou period, wouldn't he have a bright future? His strength will soon leave us far away?" A middle-aged monk in the Shenyou period said softly. His words hit the hearts of many monks of the same level.

As a divine travel period, they had enough confidence and authority in front of these Qi and Mechanism disciples, and were undoubtedly superior. However, after seeing the sword skills shown by this bald boy, they felt that there was heaven and there were people outside of the world. A Qi and Mechanism disciple was so terrible. If he arrived at the divine travel period, his strength would be far beyond them. In this case, they would not feel as if they were superior to others.

"Which peak is this bald boy? I'm afraid that within a few years, he will become a stolen person in this sect." Old Man Wu frowned and asked.

"It seems to be a disciple of Fanjing Peak." A middle-aged monk replied.

Old Man Wu was stunned: "Fan Jingfeng? Isn't that the main practice of Buddhist martial arts? Why doesn't this young man use it? Is he still retaining his strength and has not used his main practice of magical powers?"

Old Man Wu looked shocked. The dozen monks who were watching the battle were shocked at this time, not to mention the more than a hundred Qi and Mai disciples who were watching the battle.

The bald boy's methods were too shocking. Although Li Muran could always take out a series of talismans to resist, the light was covered by the boy. Except for his numerous talismans and his skillful use of talismans, everyone's attention was almost focused on the teenager.

"Hmph, there are so many talismans." After a bald boy attacked for a while, he pulled away two silver swords and stopped attacking Li Muran.

His strong attack consumed a total of 150 or 60 talismans in Li Muran, which was a very shocking amount, and most of his own magic power was consumed, so he did not dare to continue like this.

If Li Muran has many talismans but he lacks magic power, then he will gradually fall into a passive and even suffer a crushing defeat.

After the boy stopped attacking, Li Muran did not relax his vigilance. He still protected the spinning stone shield in front of him, staring at the other party without blinking, but did not fight back.

The two of them confronted each other for a long time. The young man suddenly chuckled and threw two silver knives at his feet. Then he took out two intermediate spirit stones from the storage bag, held one in one hand, slowly absorbed the energy in it, and replenished his magic power.

Li Muran looked up at the sky and did not attack the other party.

Seeing this, the boy laughed a few times, and actually sat on the competition stand, looking at Li Muran with disdain: "Why, don't you dare to do it?"

Li Muran smiled slightly, without replying, allowing the young man to be so arrogant.

The boy sat for a long time, but saw that Li Muran still didn't dare to attack him, and even closed his eyes.

However, just as he closed his eyes, Li Muran suddenly shook the talisman sword in his hand and a fire light shot out.

The boy then jumped up like an electric shock and reacted very quickly. When he saw Li Muran just hit a Three Flame Talisman, he snorted coldly, stretched out his finger and bounced, and a sword light shot out, facing the flames, and bursting with him.

The "Swordless Style" cultivator who used a sword nodded. The young man had shown all kinds of amazing techniques before. Now he used a swordless style that "no sword in his hand, no sword in his heart" to look very ordinary.

"Hmph" The young man saw that Li Muran had no subsequent attack after he saw that there was no follow-up attack on Li Muran.

"Crack" As soon as the young man sat down, Li Muran's talisman slashed out with a golden blade talisman.

The young man didn't raise his hand, but just popped out with a random finger, and a sword light flew out, dissolving the golden blade talisman.

In this way, Li Muran occasionally sacrificed one or two talismans to "disturb" the boy's "mediation", allowing the boy to finally absorb the refined magic power from the spirit stone, and then consumed it a little bit.

The boy had no choice but to do anything. How could he have thought that Li Muran had so many talismans, which was a bit distorted.

Moreover, he was quite afraid of Li Muran, knowing that he had climbed the 81st floor of the ladder, and there were many other methods such as flying shuttles in the sky, so he could not be said to be hidden, so he did not dare to attack with all his strength. The best way was to rely on his rich experience to let Li Muran launch an attack, so he could find flaws from it and take action.

However, Li Muran has been defending with vigilance, and he has no idea how to start for a while.

"I don't know what this kid is waiting for." The bald boy thought to himself, but if he just delayed this way, after the three hours, in terms of the quality of the scene and the strength he showed, he was obviously much higher. Those monks in the Divine Travel Period could not rule that he would lose the competition

"Hmph, he will be exhausted. At the last moment, he will definitely not be able to help but take action." The boy sneered in his heart, changed to two intermediate spirit stones, and continued to "mediate".

The monks around the Divine Travel Period frowned slightly, and the two of them confronted each other. Occasionally, one or two talismans attacked, and it didn't seem like they were competing, and it was just delaying time.

However, the competition is three hours, and now it has just been half an hour, so they are not easy to urge them.

The disciples around also started to talk. Although the scene is very dull, the fierce fighting just now is very shocking, enough for them to chat for a while.

As time passed by little by little, the sun gradually set, gradually it was already night.
Chapter completed!