Under Ling Muyun's sleeve force, Zhuo Bufan's sharp sword light immediately turned and stabbed to the side. Because Zhuo Bufan had already used all his strength to do this sword and could not change his moves in the middle. Although he knew the bias, he still couldn't stop it. With a "crack" sound, the long sword pierced into a large stone pillar next to Ling Muyun, nearly two feet deep, and most of the sword body was infiltrated.

This stone pillar was made of extremely hard granite. Ordinary warriors stabbed it with a soft-body long sword. It would be difficult to stab it in an inch. However, Zhuo Bufan's sword stabbed it almost two feet, which shows that his true power attached to the blade was really extraordinary. Although Qunhao was hostile to him at this time, he couldn't help but cheer in his heart.

Ling Muyun couldn't help but be slightly surprised. He was not surprised by the power of this sword. With his strength, let alone inserting the sword into two feet of the stone pillar, it was not difficult to penetrate it with one sword. But when such a powerful sword came from Zhuo Bufan, who had not even entered the innate realm, he had to be surprised.

If Ling Muyun's judgment is correct, Zhuo Bufan's sword is purely powered by his power, even if it is more powerful than the general innate small-achieving strongman. With his cultivation level that has entered the threshold of the innate realm, he can actually exert a blow that is almost as powerful as the innate small-achieving realm, which makes people look at it.

In this way, Zhuo Bufan's method of condensing sword light is really extraordinary, and even Ling Muyun couldn't help but feel a little moved. If this technique of condensing sword light falls into his hands and can also increase the power of the moves by nearly one level like Zhuo Bufan, or even not a level, only half a level, that would be amazing. At that time, he would be more sure of challenging the Shaolin Sweeping Monk.

"Sir Ling. Please lie down for me!"

At this moment, a cold female voice sounded. At the same time, Ling Muyun felt the evil wind behind her, and her divine thoughts swept away. However, Cui Luhua, the hibiscus fairy who fell to the ground, took advantage of his opportunity to deal with Zhuo Bufan and shot two flying knives and attacked him behind her.

Ling Muyun snorted coldly, without dodging or avoiding, and his five fingers formed claws, and used the Nine Yin Divine Claws. The fingertips of the Qi grew several feet long. He grabbed Zhuo Bufan's long sword that was sucking and spitting out the sword.

With a "bang!", Ling Muyun's sharp fingers touched Zhuo Bufan's long sword. Under Ling Muyun's sharp and powerful five-way fingers, the small sword light that was sucked and spit out on the tip of Zhuo Bufan's sword was like a candle fire in the wind, which was destroyed in response to the sound, and the long sword was broken.

Two "dang, dang" sounds came from behind Ling Muyun. Before the two flying knives that Cui Luhua shot were touching his clothes, they were bounced out by his protective energy and fell to the ground.

Everyone was shocked to look at each other. Everyone knew the martial arts of Zhuo Bufan and Cui Luhua when they attacked Lingjiu Palace together. It can be said that among the people who attacked Piaomiao Peak this time, except for Murong Bo, Murong Fu and his son, and Dalun Ming Wang Jiumozhi, Zhuo Bufan, Cui Luhua and the group of Buping Taoist have the strongest martial arts.

But with the strength of Zhuo Bufan and Cui Luhua, the strong attacks could not even hurt Ling Muyun's fur. Could it be that Ling Muyun has already cultivated into the legendary Vajra Indestructible body?

Not to mention the people from the 36 Caves and Seventy-Two Islands, even Murong and his son and Jiumozhi couldn't help but change their faces. The strength shown by Ling Muyun was too terrifying. What's worse is that such a terrifying master was their enemy. At this time, the three of them couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If they could make a new choice, they would never come to wade into this muddy water again.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in this world. It’s too late to regret now.

The audience was still so shocked, and Zhuo Bufan and Cui Luhua were even more stormy in their hearts. Zhuo Bufan's killer move was damaged by the broken weapon, and he couldn't help but lose all his confidence, and he couldn't help but look pale and retreat. However, Cui Luhua gritted his silver teeth and waved his hands unwillingly. The cold light flashed, and the flying knife shot out again.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

Cui Luhua's subordinates kept shooting out twelve flying knives in a row, and the back knife and the front knife were like a sword-light snake flying towards Ling Muyun. In fact, in terms of martial arts, the furong fairy Cui Luhua was slightly inferior to Zhuo Bufan and Jiao Wang Buping Taoist, who were with him. However, it was precisely because of his amazing flying knives that he could win the reputation of Zhuo Bufan and Buping Taoist.

However, although Cui Luhua's flying knife skills were amazing, she was destined to do useless work when facing Ling Muyun. Ling Muyun didn't even turn her head and directly used the "Tianshan Plum Hand" behind her back, grabbed the shot of the flying knife, and then shot it out with her backhand, just like a mirror reflecting light. Cui Luhua's flying knife snake shot behind Ling Muyun and was stopped and turned and shot at Cui Luhua.

Two flying knives reflected first, and were inserted on Cui Luhua's shoulders and clothes, penetrated through the flesh. The powerful force directly knocked Cui Luhua to the ground, and then the other ten flying knives also flew to the sky.

"Snatch..." A heavy sound, ten flying knives were inserted into the rocky ground. Each of them was covered with flesh and passed through the clothes. It not only pierced Cui Luhua's clothes, but also did not damage Cui Luhua's slightest. Two flying knives were inserted into each sleeve and pants, which just fixed Cui Luhua's limbs to the floor. Two other flying knives were inserted against Cui Luhua's neck and inserted on the ground. As long as it was slightly off, it would be a matter of whether Cui Luhua's life was still there.

Everyone present couldn't help but cheer when they saw this. Ling Muyun's move was so beautiful.

Feeling the cold blades on both sides of the neck, Cui Luhua was completely suppressed and dared not move. Ling Muyun's move could be said to be the meaning of deterrence was obvious. Obviously, the other party had no intention of taking his life for a while, otherwise the flying knife would not have been inserted on both sides of the neck. But if she was not tactful, she would not know where she would ejaculate next time.

Seeing Cui Luhua's treatment on the side, Taoist Jiao Wang Buping, who was struggling to get up and try it, immediately stopped the food and sat honestly on the ground waiting for the other party to deal with it.

After cleaning up Cui Luhua, Ling Muyun turned his gaze to Zhuo Bufan again. Zhuo Bufan suddenly screamed and jumped out to the entrance of the hall. Although there was still huge rocks blocking the door, even if he went over, he could not rush out. However, Zhuo Bufan could no longer care about so much at this time.

"I just wanted to run away at this time? It's too late!"

Ling Muyun smiled coldly, suddenly stretched out his hands and took a quick look in the air. When he took back his palm, a piece of white frost had already condensed in his palm. However, he was waving his hand and using his divine thoughts to control the air, collecting the water in the surrounding air, and then urging out the true qi of Yin and Cold to freeze the water in the palm of his palm.

Then Ling Muyun secretly used his internal strength in his palm, and reversed the Beiming true energy according to the method taught by the Tonglao of Tianshan. In an instant, the white frost in the left and right palms condensed into several thin pieces of ice. With a raised hand, a few slight "swish swish" sounds, and several "life and death talismans" immediately came out.

Zhuo Bufan suddenly felt the cold wind blowing his body, and was shocked. He was busy trying to carry out his strength to resist, but suddenly he felt a slight cold on the "basin hole" between his shoulders, and it felt like he ran into a snowflake. He followed the "Tianshu point" of his lower abdomen, the "Futu point" of his thighs, and the "Tianquan point" of his upper arm.

Zhuo Bufan hurriedly urged his palm to resist, and suddenly he was "Tianzhu point" on the back of his neck, "Shendao point" on the vest, and "Zhishi point" on the back of his waist, and a little cooled. Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but feel surprised. Although he abandoned the battle and fled, he did not face Ling Muyun head-on, but out of defense, Ling Muyun was also on the slope, so he didn't dare to give his back to Ling Muyun at all. However, how did Ling Muyun attack him? Could it be that Ling Muyun's palm power would still be bent and beat people?

Although he thought in his heart, Zhuo Bufan's figure was not slow at all and he still ran out to the door. He was completely frightened by Ling Muyun and did not dare to be an enemy of Ling Muyun anymore, so he just wanted to escape.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Bufan just took a step forward, and suddenly the "Futu Point" and "Yangjiao Point" were itchy at the same time. He couldn't help but screamed "ahoh" and almost fell down. He shouted "ahoh", and then he screamed twice, staggering, and his face showed a strange expression of laughter, not laughter, not crying, not crying.
Chapter completed!