Mu Wudi's spiritual energy could not gather. Under Peng Junyue's attack, he could only keep retreating. He felt that every punch of Peng Junyue seemed to be a huge mountain falling. Every punch hit him, the qi and blood in his body were churning and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The bright red blood kept flowing, slowly dyeing his whole body blood red. He seemed to have just walked out of the blood pool and turned into a bloody man.

Slowly, a brutal and violent aura surged out of his body, and the huge blood shark phantom behind him appeared again, and the color of the phantom was even stronger than before.

The previous blood shark phantom seemed to be chosen by others, but the current blood shark phantom is more like a blood shark that fell into madness after being injured!

The boundless evil aura stirred around, and a strange red flashed through Mu Wudi's eyes.

Blood Shark Blood Shark, the only blood shark that sheds blood after being injured is the real blood shark.

"You still dare to display your blood shark martial soul!"

Behind Peng Junyue, a circle of yellow halo appeared, and the rich stench that made people faint burst out again.

"It's useless. Do you know? This young master's two martial souls can be used at the same time and integrated into one. I wanted to stay for the final display, but I didn't expect that you would be forced out."

Suddenly, blue ice flames appeared on Mu Wudi's body, and the blue ice and blood-red blood merged and merged, as if they were integrated.

The yellow stench had just begun to spread, but the next moment, a hissing sound came from, which was frozen into pieces of ice under the cold flames, and then burned into nothingness.

"Damn it."

Peng Junyue's face looked ugly. Although his stinky martial soul was terrifying, it was not without restrictions. After using it once, it took time to wait for it to be used again. Now the power of forceful aura cannot be compared with the first normal use. Otherwise, no matter how strong Mu Wudi's flame was, it would not be able to burn and evaporate his stinky air.

Now the stinky martial soul is useless, and I can only rely on the fateful martial soul.

Above Peng Junyue's head, two smiling faces and three crying faces rotated again, but only a moment of inability to breathe, the martial soul stopped rotating, and a big crying face was aiming at Mu Wudi's position.

Cry...cry face...

Peng Junyue's face turned dark. In an instant, his eyes turned dark and he could not see anything. He could smell, touch, hearing... all five senses were lost in an instant!

If the destiny is a martial soul, you will get lucky if you smile, but if you cry, you will get bad luck.

If you have luck and bad luck, this is the martial soul of fate.

But the problem is that he himself cannot control whether he is lucky or bad luck. Whether he gets lucky or bad luck after using it depends on luck.

Now, what he has got is bad luck.

"bump……"

Suddenly, a muffled sound came.

Peng Junyue Dujue's chest suddenly burst out, and a vast force attacked and instantly broke through his body and rushed into his body. The violent aura raged wildly in his body, shaking his internal organs as if they were about to shatter, and a piercing pain came.

All five senses were lost, and he could not attack at all, so he could only defend instinctively, but this kind of defense was almost difficult to achieve any effect.

Mu Wudi fell down with one blow after another. Under the crazy attack, Peng Junyue's body continued to burst, pieces of flesh flew up, and his whole body continued to retreat and then retreat.

Finally, when he felt that his internal organs were about to be completely broken, his eyes were restored to light again and his five senses were restored again.

"bump!"

The next moment, another muffled sound came out, and Peng Junyue flew backwards as if he was knocked out by a ferocious beast, and fell heavily under the ring.

"Damn it, it's only one step away..." Peng Junyue raised his head with difficulty, looked at Mu Wudi standing on the ring, and showed an unwilling look on his face. It's only a little bit. As long as he can hold on for a while, he will have the chance to display his destiny martial soul again.

If he is lucky and is lucky with a smile, he will have the chance to turn defeat into victory.

He opened his mouth, but Peng Junyue did not make any sound and fainted. He was injured too seriously.

"Fat man."

Zheng Shiyi jumped down from the high platform and ran quickly towards Peng Junyue.

"The winner, Mu Wudi!"

Below the ring, the referee's voice finally rang again.

As the sound fell, everyone around the venue finally came to their senses, looked at Peng Junyue who was lying on the ground, and looked at Mu Wudi, who was still standing on the ring, but was also covered in scars and his whole body was stained with blood. One after another, sighing sounded.

"I never thought that Peng Junyue, who has always won by being vulgar, actually has such strength. If he had not met the Ten Heavenly King this time, he would have probably won."

"Even if he meets the Ten Heavenly King, if he is not threatened and cannot use the vulgar tactics, it is not certain who wins and who loses. His strongest is his vulgar tactics that are unpredictable, and he has not used this time."

"Yes, if he becomes obscene, even Zheng Shiyi may not be able to win."

"Peng Junyue is really terrible. In fact, Mu Wudi is lucky. His flame spirit can restrain Peng Junyue's stinky spirit, otherwise it would be not necessarily the case who wins and who loses?"

"Yes, the fateful martial soul that Peng Junyue cast for the second time is bad luck. What if he is lucky? I heard that if the fateful martial soul is lucky, the luck that bursts out is superimposed. Of course... If he is unlucky, he will be really unlucky. If he is lucky, he will be unlucky. He is called the balance martial soul."

Mu Wudi secretly let out a sigh of relief. The fateful martial soul was really incredible. If Peng Junyue had used the fateful martial soul for the second time, he would be lucky. I am afraid that he would be in danger of defeat.

I have also known this fat man before, and he should never have such strength.

Yes, there is also the fat man’s treasure.

Mu Wudi stood up and walked towards the men of the sea clans.

Half an hour later, Peng Junyue finally woke up slowly and looked around, but was still in the lively Shenhou Conference venue, surrounded by Zheng Shiyi, Huanshi and Moxing.

"I said, you three are so unrighteous. I'm so hurtful. Why don't you send Fat Master back quickly and let Fat Master be here?" Peng Junyue glared at Zheng Shiyi and the other two.

"You are also resting when you go back, and here you are also recuperating, let alone there is a miracle doctor sent by King Lu. Don't be dissatisfied." Huan Shi glared at Peng Junyue angrily, and habitually wanted to raise his hand to punch Peng Junyue, but when he saw Peng Junyue's injury, he still changed his voice: "You fat man, I didn't expect you to have such strength."

"But Fat Master still lost." Peng Junyue said with an unwilling look on his face: "What a pity, there is not enough time. If you give me a few more days to understand the competition between Lao Shiyi and you, you may have won this time, Fat Master."

"You have no chance to defeat him in a short period of time." Huanshi shook his head gently and said, "This time you are performing at a super level. Because of your anger, you burst out with such power."

"Who said it was angry? Fatty Master is already powerful, Fatty Master..." Peng Junyue was just talking, and the door in front of him was opened, and Mu Wudi's figure appeared in the room.

After glanced at the house built by the Divine Marquis Conference to temporarily treat the injured, Mu Wudi took out a Qiankun bag and put it on the table in front of Peng Junyue, and said in a plain tone: "This is your treasure."

When Peng Junyue heard the word "Treasure", he could not see any injury at all. His face suddenly returned to his spirit. He reached out and grabbed the treasure and looked it. After looking through it, his face gradually calmed down. Then he showed a look of dissatisfaction and shouted: "I said, you are too unauthorized. Take Fat Master's treasure and return it first? Which money house has no interest to borrow money now?"

Mu Wudi's face twitched obviously: "If there are a lot, I will leave."

"What do you want to keep it if you don't leave?" Peng Junyue glared at Mu Wudi and said, "Do you still want Fat Master to thank him? Take Fat Master's treasure and don't pay interest. Fat Master has never seen someone like you.

Also, you are lucky this time. If Fatty Master was not threatened by you and was not prepared, would you think you could win?"

"Oh? Are you talking about your despicable art?" Mu Wudi laughed disdainfully, and a strong sense of confidence suddenly emerged from his body: "Even if you used your despicable art, the one who won the final victory was still this young master."

"What do you know, you rustle? Do you know what ultimate vulgarity is?" Peng Junyue said as he shook his head secretly and said to himself: "It's a pity that Fatty Master, I haven't practiced yet, and I can't achieve the ultimate vulgarity."

"Is that true? If you do it, I can always learn about your so-called ultimate despicableness." After Mu Wudi finished his last sentence, he pushed open the door and walked out of the room.

Peng Junyue smiled softly, her smile was full of confidence, and she whispered to herself: "Fat Master, my ultimate vulgarity is not something that ordinary people like him can understand."

"Actually, it doesn't have to be vulgar." Huanshi looked at Peng Junyue and sighed: "I really didn't expect that you, a guy, actually has two martial souls, and he is still such a special martial soul.

If the fateful martial soul appears continuously, I am afraid that even Junior Brother Ten Wings will have a headache."

"Don't worry, I won't give him a chance to display his martial soul." Zheng Shiyi looked at Peng Junyue with a strange smile on his face.

"Old Shiyi, keep blowing. While Fat Master has not yet studied the martial soul of fate, you should blow it quickly. Otherwise, when Fat Master has studied the martial soul of fate, you will not have any chance to blow it."

Peng Junyue said with a proud look: "Pang Ye, I am studying how to make the destiny martial soul lucky every time. If this is true, then Lao Shiyi, you are not in Fat Master's eyes at all. Fat Master's goal will be... forever, Fat Master will go and collect protection fees directly. If it is not given, Fat Master will directly activate the martial soul.

Eat, sleep, bully men and women, and fight forever, that kind of life is simply too good.”
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