Chapter 599 Are you coming together or one by one?

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back in an instant. Murong Ji then remembered that he could use spiritual magic, but Huang Shiren couldn't.

This seems to be the natural disadvantage of fairies. They have almost no room to fight back and can only rely on time to sharpen their souls. It is also because of this that Wang Quanzui's ability among the aristocratic families is extremely special.

It was not until this moment that Murong Ji remembered that the method of sexual cultivation he taught Tushan Rongrong was exactly to make up for her shortcomings? !
[How careless! If Tu Shan Rongrong's story gets out, the human race will lose its advantage.] Murong Ji slapped his face. At that time, he had hardly seen any monsters in this world, and didn't know much about them.

It's too late to regret now.

He exhaled slowly, and watched Huang Shiren's arm emerge from the car door curtain. [It's time to refine a magic weapon for him.]

With the idea in mind, he began to think about what kind of magical instrument he could refine to help him cultivate his soul? Or even his sexual energy?

It is not easy to design a magical weapon that can both defend and attack, and also assist in cultivation.

Suddenly, Murong Ji thought of something: [It would be better to refine a diamond bracelet for him. ]

Murong Ji thought of a character in Journey to the West, the One-horned Rhinoceros King.

The mount of Taishang Laojun is the flat-horned green ox.

"It is indeed a good idea to refine a diamond bracelet."

It is impossible to refine it according to what is on his wrist! This is his confidence, how can he reveal it to others, even in intimacy.

[It would be nice to design a magic weapon similar to the Vajra Bracelet of Taishang Laojun. ]

The carriage was still moving forward without stopping. Murong Ji slowly exhaled and looked around with his pale eyes.

From all directions, groups of masked people gathered around.

Finally, Murong Ji's gaze penetrated the car door curtain and fell on the road ahead.

Wang Quanzui was still dressed in the same style, but the magic weapon on his body was updated. This time, he changed into a pink jacket, a black waistband, and a deep blue belt.

The original tight dress was replaced with a flowing fairy skirt.

She still had a mask on her face, but it was replaced with a butterfly mask, which was playful, cute and adorable.

"Chen Mi! Come out and surrender quickly. I will show mercy and spare your life!" Wang Quanzui pinched the slender waist, stood about ten meters in front of the car, and kept shouting.

Murong Ji held his forehead helplessly, feeling speechless. She was a good girl, why couldn't she have more memory and brains?
With a flip of his left hand, a black light instantly shot out of the car.

Binding Immortal Rope!
"Wow! Here it comes again!" Wang Quanzui exclaimed and hurriedly rushed back with all his strength.

"Ding!"

With a clanging sound, the Immortal Binding Rope flew back, hit the car door curtain, returned to the car, and landed in front of Murong Ji.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised. This was a move that was hit back by someone using clever strength.

The use of this kind of strength and spiritual power must reach a certain level.

The Immortal Binding Rope is different from other magic weapons. It is extremely flexible. It is really not easy to hit it back.

From this, we can know the level of the person who uses the sword.

"Chen Mi, come out and fight." A confident and clear voice came through the car door curtain.

Without thinking too much, you know who this person is.

King's hegemony.

Murong Ji walked out of the car.

He leapt lightly onto the roof of the car and glanced around.

Standing in front of the car was Wang Quan Baiye, holding a sword, still wearing that ugly mask on his face.

Behind him, a head slowly popped out, Wang Quanzui.

At some point, Wang Quanzui pushed the mask up to his head, stuck out his tongue at him, and made a face.

Seeing his brother looking back, he quickly put on the mask.

Behind him, it was Yang Yitan.

Still dressed in white, holding a sword, he stood there, blocking his retreat.

[The scene is strangely familiar.] Murong Ji touched his chin, but this time they had a few more helpers.

There were three or four people standing on each side, blocking him from all directions.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. This was because he was not convinced. He had used the Sad and Cool Breeze to knock them out. It was not a real fight, but it was because he had let these young masters and young ladies lose face. This was forcing him to have a fight.

I didn't notice it at first, but in the past five years, Wang Quan Baiye and Yang Yitan had grown significantly in height. Among the ten people, most of them were fifteen or sixteen years old, but their height had increased by 1.78 meters.

Murong Ji stood on the roof of the car with his hands behind his back. He glanced at everyone and a slight smile appeared on his face. He flipped his left hand and a sword appeared.

The Tianwen Sword was slowly unsheathed, and he stood with the sword on his back, his whole body unconsciously filled with fighting spirit.

"Are you guys coming together? Or one by one?"

"Myself."

As the sound came to an end, Wang Quan Baiye's figure instantly disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he was three or four meters above Murong Ji.

A sword swung, golden light fell, but it was fleeting, waves of sword energy pressed down. Murong Ji casually swung his sword and directly split the sword energy.

His eyes didn't move at all, he just kept staring at Wang Quan Baiye's eyes.

Then, he pulled the corners of his mouth involuntarily and said with disgust: "Your smiley mask is so ugly, change it quickly."

"Yeah! You see, I'm not the only one who says it's ugly, right? Brother, it's your aesthetic sense that's problematic." Wang Quanzui stood in front of the carriage, shouting at the top of his voice.

"Shut up." Wang Quan Baiye shouted.

"Hmph!" Wang Quanzui was a little angry. He folded his arms and turned his head away, not looking at him.

Wang Quan Baiye attacked again and slashed with his sword. The golden sword energy instantly became sharp, passing like light, and slashed at the black light curtain in front of Murong Ji. It slowly stopped for a moment, and then continued to slash towards Murong Ji.

Murong Ji was startled, his pupils shrank sharply, and he turned sideways to avoid the sword light, watching the sword light pass in front of him. He really didn't expect that this sword could actually break the defense of the Qiankun Qingguang Ring.

In a flash, the sword light reached Murong Ji's left side. Murong Ji raised his left hand slightly, turned around, and after catching the sword light, he turned around and hit the sword light towards Wang Quan Baiye.

Give back to him!

This move made the surrounding masked group members gasp in shock. They took on Wang Quan's sword intent with their bare hands and fought back!

What kind of magic is this? I have never heard of it before!
Murong Ji watched Wang Quan Baiye avoid the sword light, then turned around and looked at the black barrier in front of him that was gradually breaking. He was very clear about the defense of the Qiankun Qingguang Ring.

But the fact that he split it in half so easily still shocked Murong Ji.

"The king's sword is quite interesting. I also have a sword, let me show it to you."

Murong Ji stood on the roof of the car and looked up slightly, as if to determine the position of Wang Quanbaye. Then, he swung his sword, and the sword light was like a thin silk thread, cutting through the air.

Floating forward silently.

It is said to be floating away, but in fact, in the blink of an eye, it has arrived in front of Wang Quanye.

Wang Quan Baiye was shocked. The sword light came too fast. He swung the sword in his hand violently, trying to cut through the sword light.

"Zheng!"

The sword tip cut through the air, causing vibrations. From the moment the sound was heard, Murong Ji's sword light had already gently hit the blade of Wang Quan Baiye's sword.

Just like a thin line fell on it, the sword edges on both sides were still floating towards Wangquanbaye, and the attack continued.

The sword light breaks but does not disperse!
Wang Quan Baiye was stunned for a moment, then he reacted immediately. He quickly rushed backwards, but he was a step too late. The thread passed over Wang Quan Baiye's sword and slowly fell on his mask.

"Click!"

The sound was very light, yet extremely loud, like an egg being cracked.

The mask on his face was split into two, revealing half of Wang Quanbaiye's face.

Wang Quan Baiye stretched out his hand to hold down his mask to prevent it from falling from his face. He looked at Murong Ji again and asked in astonishment, "How did you do this?"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, then swung the sword again. A thin line slowly appeared in front of him, as if cutting through the space.

Wang Quan Baiye was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, he realized that this was a sword-wielding skill combined with the use of one's own spiritual power to achieve this effect.

But there must be something here that he doesn't understand.

After this thing was integrated into sword skills, it became extremely powerful, and ordinary sword moves became effective.

Earlier, he had thought that if he practiced his sword skills to a certain level, he would be able to have some unexpected power. After trying it, it became the King's Sword Intent.

"I got it."

Wang Quan Baiye reminded softly, then turned around, and the sword in his hand also turned, drawing an arc.

This time, there was no sword light, just an intention, an extremely pure intention.

In other words, it is a thought, a thought to kill the enemy in front of you, a thought to stop the destruction.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank sharply and he was shocked. He felt his hair standing on end, as if he was walking on the edge of death.

Murong Ji had seen this kind of swordsmanship before.

The name of that sword move is - Nian Qian.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Murong Ji instantly felt his whole body become clear, and suddenly realized it. He muttered to himself, "So this is the sword intention!"

Sword intent, this thing has always been mysterious. Sword energy and sword force are things that can be "touched", but sword intent, he has never understood what it is.

Now, he can clearly feel the existence of that "intention".

After carefully sensing, there was no trace of anything. Murong Ji just felt his scalp tingling and had a feeling of being invincible.

At this moment, there was no time to think. The Tianwen Sword in his hand was across in front of him. He suddenly raised the sword upright. At the same time, the aura around him surged, and the aura seemed to condense into a tangible sword blade in an instant.

The sword is swung out with unstoppable force!

This is the usage of the Art of Killing Ghosts and Gods. Although it does not have the power to kill ghosts and gods, according to Murong Ji's estimation, it should be able to break a kind of sword intent.

The clash of moves did not cause any surging of energy, no surge of spiritual power, and no murderous intent. Instead, it was silent, as if nothing had happened, without even a breeze.

(End of this chapter)