The sword spirit was shocked and killed, and the dragon sword flew severely injured.

Qin Mufeng was also seriously injured.

However, in this battle, Qin Mufeng's name will be known to everyone.

Nine sticks defeated Dragon Sword Flying.

Shock and kill the holy realm sword spirit in your body!

He is extremely powerful and has unparalleled combat power.

The golden stick swept away, and the scene of suppressing everything was still flashing in front of everyone's eyes, but at this time, the battle was over, and the shadow of the gods and Buddhas behind Qin Mufeng dissipated.

His clothes were torn, and there were blood on it.

But you stand proudly, holding a golden stick in your hand, like a blood Buddha, making people shudder.

He looked at Long Jianfei, who was severely injured at this time.

A pair of eyes were extremely indifferent.

He didn't speak, and Long Jianfei's body was cracked at this time, like a bloody man. His eyes were lost, and he sat on the ground, muttering to himself.

"impossible……"

"Impossible..."

"Why did I lose, why..."

Then, he looked up at Qin Mufeng and couldn't help but smile.

"Qin Mufeng, you won, but you can't kill me. You are a monk. Killing people is a violation of the precepts. Aren't you afraid of insulting the reputation of the thousand-year-old temple of Wuxiang Temple?" Long Jianfei smiled and said, "You are a Buddhist son of Wuxiang Temple, and it represents Wuxiang Temple. If you kill people, how do you let the world see Wuxiang Temple?"

In a word, Qin Mufeng frowned.

Everyone also looked at Qin Mufeng. The dragon sword was defeated, but he was right. Qin Mufeng was a Buddhist son of Wuxiang Temple, so he could naturally represent Wuxiang Temple, whether it was good or bad.

Monks kill people, which is the point of thousands of people.

Therefore, Long Jianfei is confident and fearless.

Today, even if he was defeated, Qin Mufeng could not kill him.

So, he stood up and looked at Qin Mufeng.

Qin Mufeng's eyes were solemn and a light flashed.

Then, the golden stick under his hand fell on Long Jianfei's shoulder and slowly spoke: "The monk can't kill anyone, and as a Buddhist son in Wuxiang Temple, he can't.

But you didn't understand one thing.

The Buddhist son is Yuan Chen, and the monk is also Yuan Chen. Now I am Qin Mufeng. I kill you is a personal grudge and has nothing to do with Wuxiang Temple.

So, you still have to die!”

boom!

The golden stick had endless gravity and directly smashed the dragon sword into the ground, revealing only one head, and blood had flowed out along his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Dragon Sword Flying, the evil spirit on the Golden List.

Now, fall!

Died at the hands of Qin Mufeng.

Buzz!

The golden stick in Qin Mufeng's hand turned into nothingness, his figure swayed slightly, and Xiao Chen and the other two walked over and brushed him.

"how?"

Qin Mufeng shook his head.

"It's okay, just be careful for a while." After saying that, he took out a bottle of elixir from his arms, poured out a few, and swallowed them.

Everyone looked at him without saying anything.

This battle has nothing to do with them.

And they also witnessed Qin Mufeng's powerful strength.

Everyone dispersed and ran around in various ways.

They are not here to watch the fun, and in the last game of the rankings, they are here to compete for the spirit.

Ranking is based on the essence!

...

On the Central Battle Stage, there were hundreds of people's names on the stone tablet. Suddenly, Long Jianfei's name flashed and everyone stared at it.

Long Jianfei's name flashed first.

Could it be that he found the spirit and led everyone?

Everyone's eyes widened.

But the next moment, everyone was stunned.

Because Long Jianfei's name disappeared, it disappeared on the stone tablet.

One hundred geniuses, now ninety-nine people left. Seeing this scene, the palace master of Tianjian Palace on the upper floor suddenly stood up, and his sword eyes suddenly jumped.

After a long time, he spoke.

"Long Jianfei, dead!"

In a word, the other palace masters were stunned.

Dragon Sword Flying is dead.

Died in the last level of the rankings.

But they didn't know how to die because they couldn't see the scene in the secret realm, even the strong palace master could not do it.

Therefore, it is unknown how Long Jianfei died.

But since the Lord of Tianjian Palace spoke, it must be impossible to be fake.

So how did Long Jianfei die?

Who killed it?

This is a mystery!

The Lord of the Tianjian Palace narrowed his eyes slightly because he thought of two people, Xiao Chen and Chenlei, and they had a grudge against the Tianjian Palace, so it is very likely that Long Jianfei's death this time was them!

Thinking of this, the Lord of the Tianjian Palace clenched his fists.

"Xiao Chen, Chenlei, it's better not you, otherwise no one can save you two!"

...

In the secret realm, Qin Mufeng recovered in one day.

The four began to set off at the same time.

Looking for spirit.

The secret realm is vast, and Xiao Chen and others wander around it.

Time passes day by day.

After the ninety-nine people's names, the light continues to illuminate. The light point represents the spirit they collected. Half a month later, all the spirits of ninety-nine people exceeded a hundred.

The first one at this time is Sheng Tianlin.

There are 583 spirits, and the number is terrifying.

The second place is Xiao Chen.

There are 572 spirits, followed closely.

The third is morning tears.

Five hundred and fifty-four spirits.

The fourth is Qin Mufeng.

There are 550 spirits, and the difference between the few people is not far.

The fifth is Long Xuanji.

The essence is 543.

As for the sixth place, Beiluo Shengge, collecting 521 spirits.

The top ten spirits are all over 450.

Then decrease in turn.

Everyone is changing, but the top ten remains unchanged. Ten of them are competing against each other, and everyone who sees the outside world is heart-wrenching.

I wish I could see it.
To be continued...