Bang!

The space was broken, and a white light was caught, twisting in the palm like an earthworm.

"Spiritual binding rope, collect it!"

Bai Liuqi hooked his fingers and recited the tips in his mouth.

The white light turned into a ten-meter-long rope, which in turn wrapped the green palm tightly, then pulled inward, and the Xuanqing fairy aura was immediately dispersed.

But the dissipated Xuanqing fairy aura did not disappear, but turned into countless flying knives and stabbed Mo Wuyan.

"After all, is it inevitable to fight..."

Mo Wuyan sighed, waved his sleeves, and the "Silent Field" quietly spread and soon enveloped the entire stone chamber.

The tomb room was completely quiet!

All the flying swords transformed by Xuanqing's immortal energy stopped in the air. Although their magical powers had not dissipated, they lost their original power.

Chen Biyou's pupils shrank, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

"This person has a strange magical power. Everyone leans over and don't disperse it!" He sent a voice to the other three.

But what is strange is that Liu Xundao, Lingjun, and Lingyun did not respond at all, and it seemed that no one could hear his voice transmission.

He opened his mouth again, and then he realized that he could not make any sound...

Seeing this, Bai Liuqi couldn't help but grin.

"I am worthy of being Senior Brother Mo!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped into the air, waved his sleeves and three magic weapons appeared above his head, namely the treasure mirror, the spirit bead and the magic pen.

The three treasures have their own magical uses, and they interpret different magical powers and magic, and all the targets are locked in Chen Biyou!

At this point, the battle has completely begun!

The monks from Xuanling Cave Heaven and Qingfeng Academy each showed off their magical powers and fought in this not-so-large tomb. For a moment, various mysterious magical magic appeared in the air.

Mo Wuyan's "Silent Field" controls the entire audience!

Chen Biyou's Xuanqing Fairy Qi was originally ever-changing, but in this "silent realm", seven of the ten changes could not be used, and the mysterious magical powers became common.

Lingjun, Lingyun is even more so.

The secret technique of the brother and sister in the joint attack was perfect, but in this field, many of the two of them could not be used, resulting in cracks in cooperation and could not do as they please.

Under Mo Wuyan's suppression, the monks of Qingfeng Academy quickly gained the upper hand!

Seeing this scene, Liu Xundao had to take action.

After all, he is a member of the Dao Alliance and his position must be firm.

"go!"

Liu Xundao's sword technique pinched, and the sword broke through the air and turned into the shape of Kunpeng. He stabbed Mo Wuyan in the distance with a sword.

He knew that Mo Wuyan was the key to Qingfeng Academy's victory.

This man's magical powers were strange and he suppressed the magical powers of the Taoist Alliance with one person's power. As long as he still exists in the battlefield, Chen Biyou and others have no chance of winning.

Zheng!

A sword sounded in the air, the Kunpeng spread its wings, the sword intent was erratic, free and unrestrained!

"Sword Cultivator?" Mo Wuyan narrowed his eyes slightly.

His face did not change much. He pointed his hand through the air and a dark green vortex appeared in the field, swallowing the oncoming Kunpeng in.

The "Silent Realm" can turn magic into corruption, and even the secret technique of sword cultivating cannot escape the poisonous hands.

The sword energy Kunpeng was swallowed by the vortex, and soon dissipated most of its power. The sword light gradually dimmed, as if the most ordinary sword technique used by an inequality swordsman...

Liu Xundao was not surprised to see this scene.

He already knew Mo Wuyan's power, so he immediately changed the sword technique.

A Tai Chi diagram appeared in the vortex, with the sword energy Kunpeng swelling in the diagram, sometimes from white to black, sometimes from black to white, and the power of yin and yang is constantly changing, pulling Mo Wuyan's domain power.

Originally, the "Silent Realm" was like a calm pond, and any magical power could not make waves in this pond.

But now, the sword energy Kunpeng has cut a gap in this pond. The power of the nearby domain not only did not eliminate it, but was attracted by the Tai Chi diagram and lost from this gap...

“Huh?”

Mo Wuyan's originally calm face finally showed a hint of surprise.

"There are other masters in Xuanling Cave Heaven?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Liu Xundao carefully, but he could not see where this person came from.

Liu Xundao smiled slightly and said loudly: "The talents of Confucianism have their own magical uses. Today I have learned it. I am not talented, so I want to try whether my sword skills can crack the realm of fellow Taoists!"

For some reason, his voice was not removed and everyone in the field could hear it clearly.
Chapter completed!