"Haha, imperial sister, it seems that the strength of your Shura guard is still a little behind. He will definitely lose this competition." Aoxuan laughed.
"Humph." Qing Ming snorted coldly with an embarrassed look on his face.
Mu Bai's face was pale, and the gap in strength between him and his opponent was too big. He had shocked himself with just one move. If he continued to fight hard, the hook-nosed middle-aged man could defeat him within three moves.
But in this competition, Mubai can't lose no matter what, because the lives of Larose and Arqiong are in Qingming's hands.
"Boy, let's see how you take my sword."
The hook-nosed middle-aged man's wrist sank, and the evil sword in his hand struck at an extremely tricky angle, as fast as lightning.
The ten-foot-long killing edge spitting out from the tip of the sword was like a poisonous snake, going straight to Mu Bai's throat.
The sword's attack was powerful and steady, with no flaws to be found.
Mubai took three steps back, shouted loudly, and the sword in his hand instantly shot out a huge sword light filled with the power of the dark devil.
"Bang!"
The sword light shot by Mu Bai was smashed into pieces by the hook-nosed middle-aged man's sword.
"What!"
Mubai turned pale with fright, and hurriedly picked up the sword and held it in front of him.
"boom!"
Mu Bai's body was knocked away again and he fell heavily to the ground. His consciousness was blurred and he was seriously injured.
"Is this kid a quasi-Shura? Why doesn't he have any murderous aura at all?"
Everyone watching the battle was greatly confused.
Aoxuan frowned and said: "Imperial sister, you, the Shura guard, are indeed very strange. Why do you keep suppressing the killing power? If he is willing to use this power, he will not be so vulnerable."
The Demon Lord laughed and said, "You don't understand him. It's really interesting. Keep reading. I don't think he will fail."
"Oh? Really?" Demon Lord's words surprised Aoxuan.
Qing Ming remained silent, his eyes fixed on Mu Bai.
The hook-nosed middle-aged body was already flying in the air at this time, like a giant eagle, spreading his arms, and the evil sword in his hand slowly drew a circle in front of him, tearing out a space of tens of meters.
Infinite murderous intent spread instantly, and the atmosphere suddenly solidified.
Many quasi-Shuras who were watching the battle felt their bodies trembling uncontrollably after sensing the murderous aura.
"Haha, it's time to end."
The hook-nosed middle-aged man sneered and used his most powerful secret combat skill, Sword Soul Chasing the Moon!
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh-"
In the torn space, thousands of sword energies shot out, like a pouring rain, covering the wood on the ground.