Seeing that his method of writing calligraphy did not achieve any results, this was Jun Mo's expectation. The only thing that unexpected was Chang Xi's speed and calmness to remove the power of the Beng. However, he was relieved quickly. He did not expect that using this little trick to make Chang Xi defeat him. Otherwise, this disciple of Qingyun Back Mountain would be too unworthy of his reputation. You must know that the person in Back Mountain had stabbed the Great Wilderness Palace with one sword.

Jun Mo saw Chang Xi opposite him and his aura had already climbed up the tower again in the blink of an eye. He was about to rush forward with a gun and suddenly found countless formation runes emerging in Chang Xi's palm. He immediately swung his gun and shouted: "Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

Chang Xi let the formation runes like tadpoles sweep across his palm, glanced at Jun Mo who looked nervous on the opposite side, and said strangely: "What's wrong?"

Jun Mo said seriously: "If you use the formation, I will be completely useless. Even the girl named Dan Tai in Fu Palace in Tianyong City is not your opponent, let alone me, a rough man who only knows shooting skills, don't!"

Chang Xi was really angry and laughed by this burly man of seven feet. This guy's way of treating guests was really a weird one, but Chang Xi still fulfilled his wish and put away the formation runes that had been spread throughout the thousand-year-old salt wood arena.

Jun Mo suddenly felt a little regret in his heart, because somehow, after Chang Xi took back all the formation runes, he felt that Chang Xi's aura had become more and more heart-shaking.

Jun Mo was seven-foot man, but he was as careful as a hair, otherwise he would not be the ever-winning general on the battlefield of Cangshan and Erhai Lake where the situation was changing rapidly.

The origin of the Red Shadow Sword held in Chang Xi's hand has long been obtained by the spies from the Great Wilderness Palace, but the power is very little known. Although this sword appeared in the duel between Chang Xi and Ling Yue in Tianyong City, it was not the main force. Jun Mo was always on guard against the famous apricot blossom branch that was once famous. However, at this time, the power of this fire-attributed red shadow under the addition of the hot climate of the desert should not be underestimated. The pouring gun rain just now was activated by metal spiritual roots. Although it was powerful, gold was restrained by fire, and its power was greatly reduced, which was exactly the so-called half the result with twice the effort.

The sharp aura surrounding Jun Mo changed in vain. It was replaced by a brilliant thunder force. He switched from golden thunder with two spiritual roots to thunder. Qingmei wine changed from green to lilac. The thunder arcs on the gun were rising one after another. Jun Mo held the gun and then rushed to the formation. His feet roared into wind, and the thunder rushing was thunderous. He left behind him with a thunder pulp and thunder squash behind him.

Since Jun Mo, who could be ranked among the top three in the world's gun forest, had already noticed the restraint of attributes, Chang Xi simply changed the Red Shadow to Wugong. He used his own essence and blood to feed the heavy sword every day. He had already had a close connection with his mind and his sword force, and he could compete with the famous Overlord's spear technique head-on.

Chang Xi used no obvious routines, and they were all considered as treasures by most sword practitioners in the world when they first entered the sword path. They thought they had achieved success and abandoned them as if they were too old to learn. They were simple and simple and simple, and they were able to pick up the tricks. They had a charm that ordinary people could not understand. They were far more difficult than those sword skills that were so powerful that they paid attention to the appearance. Outsiders could not see the reputation of it, and Jun Mo was in it.

Chang Xi was wearing a black and gold nine-claw dragon robe, holding a heavy sword of the same black and gold color in his hand, and his sword energy was splashed like ink, splashing out a great river.

The dome pavilion of the Great Wilderness Hall can clearly overlook the entire salt wood arena. A woman's figure emerged from the void in the pavilion. The exquisite Western silk wrapped around the woman's delicate body, and her figure was as graceful as a flying fairy in Dunhuang. The scary woman looked at Jun Mo who was mastering herself in the salt wood arena and did not gain any advantage. Instead, the black-clothed black sword became more and more fierce as she fought. She couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

"Mom, do you think Jun Mo can beat Chang Xi?"

Yu Mei climbed up to the dome pavilion and asked happily when she saw her mother here.

Yu Che, the head of the Great Wilderness Palace, looked at the ring without looking back, "After all, they are the disciples of the back mountain who came out of Qingyun Mountain, and they can't underestimate them. So far, the two of them are just using their skills to test each other. They have not used their real skills yet. It is difficult to make a conclusion now. Moreover, even if Jun Mo can win, he can only win miserably. Fortunately, my disciple of the closed door is still smart and did not let him use the formation, otherwise he would have decided the winner now."

Yu Mei and her mother stood side by side and looked at the difficult-to-solve stalemate in the ring, and sighed softly, "I heard that Chang Xi was the weakest among the disciples of Qingyun Houshan, and no one expected that he would be such a difficult character."

Yu Che, the heroic and handsome palace master, pierced his fingers, and calculated: "I have practiced the Vajra Nirvana body before Hongyuan Temple, defeated the Yin Ghost King in the tomb of Gongshu Clan in Tengzhou City, and killed Yuan Kui under the sword in Hengduan Mountain. Then he took a word from the Shangqing Palace and retreated to Lingxu Sect, and then went straight to Tianyong City to easily take over the two chiefs of Jiange and Fu Palace. Such ability is no longer a summary of the word "difficult to deal with".

Yu Mei, whose face was as delicate as her mother, opened her mouth slightly, and couldn't believe it.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw a subtle change in the situation between the two people in the ring. I looked up and saw a thick cloud of lightning rolling over the Great Wilderness Hall. The Lord of the Great Wilderness Hall, who used a woman to create the iron-blooded myth of the Western Regions, narrowed his eyes.

"This is the beginning."

The sword energy of the thousand-year-old salt wood ring was scattered, and the ravines were cut on the salt wood layer comparable to black gold. Jun Mo asked himself that the master of the Palace Master's overlord's gun was enough to be called perfect, but Chang Xi's swimming sword technique was superior. As the saying goes, one inch long and one inch stronger, but if you are fighting closely, the green plum wine in Jun Mo's hand would be far less threatening than the one from Duanyue Jieshan, which could be hundreds of thousands of pounds between Chang Xi's palms.

Men in the Western Regions practiced more bodies, and Jun Mo also had a strong body tempered from the battlefield of blood and fire. Otherwise, he would not be able to withstand the two golden gourds on the hand of the little witch of the Wanxian Sect. The two of them were as tall as the wind and thunder. In the blink of an eye, they had already punched each other thousands of punches against each other, and their fists were fierce. The blue lake under the salt wood ring had already been tossed by the two of them.

The disciples with a slightly weak eye could not even see where the two people on the ring went, and could only hear the deafening roar caused by the punches and palms in their ears. Feng Xinghai looked at the majestic salt wood ring in the distance, and could not see half a figure. He looked at the lady inadvertently, but found that the lady's eyes were bright, staring at the empty ring, twisting her eyes from time to time, as if only she could see what was happening on the ring.

The fight between the two of them came to an end. Seeing Jun Mo keep shaking his palms, he gasped in pain. On the other hand, Chang Xi, who was emitting a hazy jade color all over his body, remained motionless. Everyone was upset, and then they shouted loudly for Chang Xi.

The customs and customs of the Western Regions are so unique and simple. Only when you are strong enough can you gain enough respect.

Jun Mo called out Qingmei wine again and said in admiration: "Your muscles and bones are all made of Gengjin, and I believe it."

Chang Xi smiled casually, not in a hurry to call the sword in his hand, and pointed to the dark clouds on his head, "You are brewing killing moves?"

Jun Mo nodded and reminded kindly: "I realized it by chance on the Cangshan battlefield before, it was very powerful."

Chang Xi also smiled, and the two had already begun to fight from simple skills to the level of unique skills and killer moves.

Jun Mo, who was seven feet tall and tall, twisted his gun around, then ran away, dragged it behind him and pulled out a spark golden light. He was suddenly swung by the clenched palm, and the spear was dragged on the salt wood ring to lift the thunder slurry swamp left before. Each person jumped high, and one person fell from mid-air again. Following together, there were thousands of thunders that were rolling in the black clouds.

Jun Mo had thunder arcs jumping in his eyes and gun body, and his heroic voice resounded throughout the world.
Chapter completed!