The finals were pushed to **, and with Meng Fanan's victory, the next game started.
The audience around them all had huge expectations, and of course bets were also indispensable.
By the same token, most of the fans in the audience were fans of Shen Feng, but very few people were suppressing Mu Wenxuan, and none of them thought highly of Mu Wenxuan.
"The game has begun. Mr. Shen is fighting against Mu Wenxuan. The ratio is one to five. Don't miss it if you pass by. Come and take a look."
How could such a thing happen to Zongzi? After the battle between Meng Fanan and Jiang Haofeng just now, he had already become a nouveau riche from a thousand gold coins. When he saw another gambling game, he ran up to him without hesitation. The auction yielded 10,000 gold coins: "Come on, come on, bet on Mu Wenxuan's victory. Hey, you guys with no vision, just wait to lose and become a pauper if you give Shen Feng so much."
One sentence was first despised by countless Shen Feng fans.
Of course, not long after, more than a dozen people suddenly came over, all following Zhezi to suppress Mu Wenxuan, and they were not even in the minority.
More than a dozen people were the ones who had just lost money to Zi Zi. They were smarter this time. Even the originally one-sided bet just now allowed Zi Zi to win, not to mention that in this game, Shen Feng and Mu Wen Xuan was evenly matched, and he chose to believe in the depression without hesitation, and everything fell on Mu Wenxuan.
After seeing this scene, Zi Zi was so helpless that he smiled bitterly.
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Mu Wenxuan and Shen Feng walked onto the stage at the same time. Neither of them introduced themselves, nor bowed as they should to show their goodwill, but they invariably stared at each other with murderous eyes.
"The day we have finally waited for. Today I will pay you back a hundredfold for the revenge you took from the secret realm last time." Shen Feng spoke first, condensing a gale blade with his hands, and a large number of hurricanes surrounded his body.
After hearing this, Mu Wenxuan looked indifferently, because he did not dare to use the red blood knife, pulled out the silver feather feather, and responded coldly: "I will return these words to you intact. Every wound you hurt Zi Zhizi before, today I They will all be found on you, piece by piece."
The two of them were full of resentment towards each other, and they just started fighting without announcing the start of the match.
With the power of thunder, Mu Wenxuan did not hesitate, and ice crystals appeared under his feet. He used his speed to the extreme and rushed in front of Shen Feng. His hand quickly moved towards the sky from below, leaving behind a trail of cold light: "Go and die. .”
"Hmph, what a small trick."
Taking half a step back, Shen Feng dodged Yin Yu Ling. When Yin Yu Ling crossed his chest, Shen Feng grabbed Mu Wenxuan's collar with one hand and slashed it with the wind blade.
Boom boom boom!!!
The war was about to break out, and there were hundreds of fights.
Accidentally, Mu Wenxuan was attacked and took a few steps back.
"This...this power is..." After retreating, Mu Wenxuan did not attack eagerly, but could not help but be shocked.
"Trash will always be trash and can't get into the elegant hall. Humph, today I will let you see what it means to be a genius." After knocking Mu Wenxuan away, Shen Feng raised his hand and laughed loudly, with fierce strength. Erupting from his body, endless gale winds formed all around. The gale winds seemed to resonate with him, surrounding him and spinning constantly.
In the blink of an eye, a hurricane filled the sky, pointing straight to the sky.
"Four-fingered arrow disciple..." Feeling the strong pressure and wind blade, Mu Wenxuan clenched his fists and murmured quietly, with a serious look on his face.
The audience was okay, they were just excited and kept shouting because of the shocking momentum created by Shen Feng, but several contestants in the audience, including the national master Cang Yan, could not help but be stunned. They were all shocked. Clearly, the power that Shen Feng unleashed clearly reached that of a four-fingered arrow disciple.
So far, not counting Shen Feng, Cang Yan knows that the only young people under the age of twenty-five who have reached the level of four-finger disciple are Meng Fan'an and Jiang Haofeng. Not to mention those under the age of twenty-five, even those under the age of thirty, have reached the level of four-finger disciple. There are also only a few people who can become a four-fingered arrow disciple. The journey of cultivation depends on opportunity and talent. If there are not enough opportunities, some people may not be able to achieve the status of a four-fingered arrow disciple in their lifetime.
"As expected of the Liu Shi Sect and a Four-fingered Arrow Disciple, the Holy One must know about this matter."
Mu Wenxuan had carefully watched Shen Feng's previous performances. At that time, he had not felt the pressure of the four-fingered disciples, so he must have been deliberately hiding them.
"Today I will let you know the consequences of offending me, Shen Feng. Even the King of Heaven, I, cannot save you."
After exploding all his power, Chen Feng opened his hands, and the fierce wind from heaven and earth followed him. It turned at an astonishing speed and arrived in front of Mu Wenxuan. The wind blade slashed down without hesitation, and it was counted in the blink of an eye. Ten attacks.
Although the source of the wind arrow could not match Jiang Haofeng's thunderous speed, it was not far behind and was very light, making it difficult for Mu Wenxuan to resist.
Boom boom boom!!
Bang bang bang, bang, boom, Mu Wenxuan received another blow and flew over ten meters before being dragged to the ground.
"Damn it, I'm still a little powerless against the four-fingered arrow disciple." Mu Wenxuan stood up with great effort. If Shen Feng was only the three-fingered elite disciple, he would not be afraid and could even defeat him easily. But if the four-fingered arrow disciple There was a qualitative gap between Yatu and the three-finger peak, which made him feel even more powerless.
Before Rong could stand up, Shen Feng arrived in front of Mu Wenxuan again, raised his hand, grabbed Mu Wenxuan's long black hair, and slammed it down to the ground.
Boom boom boom!!
"Hmph, you owe me these. Hand over the Golden Bone of Ice, otherwise I will kill you today."
Several consecutive attacks made Mu Wenxuan confused. He gritted his teeth and tried to keep himself awake: "Three-finger rule, sigh of ice and snow..."
Before he finished speaking, unexpectedly, Shen Feng didn't give him a chance to struggle. He raised his foot high and kicked Mu Wenxuan away, directly interrupting the ice and snow sigh that was about to start: "Humph, you still want to resist, you will always be a waste." It’s all rubbish.”
With a loud bang, Mu Wenxuan hit the ground again, and blood spurted from his mouth.
Whether in the audience or off the field, everyone was exclaiming. No one expected that the game would turn into a one-sided situation in the blink of an eye. Even Mu Wenxuan was not in such a mess when facing Jiang Haofeng.
"Brother Wenxuan..."
"Brother Wenxuan, Master..."
Mu Wenxuan was knocked down again. Shen Feng did not pursue him. He raised his hands and shouted to the sky: "Hahaha, can you still stand up? Are you worthy of being my opponent, Shen Feng?"
The attacks fell, causing Mu Wenxuan's whole body to twitch. At this time, his heart was filled with overwhelming anger. From deep in his heart, the person he least wanted to lose to was Shen Feng. Because of this, relying on his heart The deep willpower supported Yin Yuling and stood up with difficulty: "I...how did I lose to you."
A faint sound was accompanied by a light blue light, and the little finger of Mu Wenxuan's right hand shone unexpectedly.