"Mu Xue vs. Mu Xinting, Mu Heng gets a bye." As the final reading ended, the remaining five people from the Mu family left the venue, leaving the venue to Mu Feng and Mu Jin.
At the moment when he was about to jump off the court, Mu Cun approached Mu Chensheng and said in a conspiratorial tone:
"It's a pity. I originally wanted to destroy you again with my own hands, but now it seems that whether you can win the next round is debatable. Waste is destined to be waste. You should keep your eyes open and watch me win the championship. By the way,
How can I take your sister Meier’s little waste?"
When Mu Chensheng heard this, he raised his eyebrows, glanced around without trace, and said in a voice that only Mu Cun could hear.
"Just wash your neck and wait. I hope you won't surrender if you meet me!"
After saying that, he ignored Mucun's ugly expression and left the ring.
There are only two people fighting on the field.
Ye Qing also came closer at this moment and looked at Mu Chensheng with a proud look in his eyes.
"It's my son. He didn't embarrass your father." After saying this, he looked at the field and asked again.
"Who among these two will win?" There was a hint of test in his words.
There were swords and swords on the field, and Mu Feng and Mu Jin had been fighting for dozens of rounds in a row. Mu Chensheng just watched for a while and lost interest.
Responding lazily to Ye Qing's words
"I think these two guys have discussed it. They seem very dangerous, but they seem to be very measured in their fights and try to show their best sides. I won't be surprised at all who loses and who wins."
Ye Qing's eyes lit up, and she clicked her tongue twice before whispering in Mu Chensheng's ear.
"Nonsense, they are two brothers. They usually don't show off their talents. I never thought that they would be able to win a crucial match. Now they dare to fake a match."
After saying that, he pursed his lips to signal Mu Chensheng to look towards the stands. Only then did Mu Chensheng realize that Mu Junyan's face was covered with the word "embarrassment"...
As Mu Feng and Mu Jin played on the court for more than ten rounds, Mu Feng forced Mu Jin away with a knife.
The referee quickly came out and ruled that Mu Feng won, and the audience was in an uproar, just waiting to say that the referee was a black whistle.
Feng and Mujin are mutually exclusive.
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They looked at each other and quickly jumped off the martial arts arena to end the farce.
Seeing this moment, Mu Chensheng didn't wait for the referee to urge him, and even quickly climbed onto the stage. At this moment, he didn't dare to raise his hand. He held a steel gun in his hand, with a gun flower on his arm, and the tip of the gun was pointed directly at the person in the black robe under the stage.
A boy wearing a bamboo hat.
The young man is quite skinny, and his many years of martial arts training have given him clear muscle lines. The muscles in his abdomen and elbows are slightly bulging, and he is full of explosive power at first glance.
Mu Xingchen took off his bamboo hat and threw it away casually. He jumped on the stage with a few steps and looked directly at Mu Chensheng with his eyes as sharp as a falcon.
"I heard that you were abolished. I wanted to visit you, but before I arrived, you moved back to the clan house." Mu Xingchen stood opposite Mu Chensheng and slowly pulled out a sharp knife from his sleeve robe.
Qingfeng Sword
"But when I look at you now, it seems that except for your lower level, nothing else has changed. You were always able to suppress me in the past, but I don't know if you can still do it now."
As the words fell, the sword in his hand was pointed directly at Mu Chensheng. The fighting power in his eyes surged, and the energy in the early stage of the body casting realm was fully activated, making the whole body's robes make a popping sound.
Mu Chensheng didn't mean to look down on the opponent. Years of fighting made him know how powerful the person in front of him was. In the past, before his skills were still intact, he could only suppress the opponent with all his strength. Now the opponent has reached the level of the body mirror. Although he
The skills he cultivated allowed him to fight with him in a desperate situation, but he was the desperate situation after all, so Mu Chensheng was determined to resolve this round quickly.
Gently cupping his hand, "Mu Chensheng comes again to learn Brother Xingchen's sword skills!"
"I won't hold back." Mu Xingchen looked at Mu Chensheng and said slowly: "If you can't catch it, surrender immediately."
Mu Chensheng smiled slightly, "Thank you."
Hearing this, Mu Xingchen was stunned for a moment, took a deep breath, and the sword in his hand was gradually enveloped in energy. Green light flashed in his eyes, and Mu Chensheng had been locked to death.
"The competition begins"
As soon as the referee's words fell, Mu Xingchen stepped forward a little, and the long sword in his hand streaked across the sky like a meteor, stabbing straight towards Mu Chensheng's face without any fancy.
"Star Sword"
Facing the sword stabbed by Mu Xingchen, Mu Chensheng didn't show any panic. He tapped his toes lightly on the ground and leaned on his back. The steel gun in his hand did not retreat but moved forward, brushing against Mu Xingchen's Qingfeng sword and about to pierce Mu.
The shoulders of the stars, this is the Mu family's shooting "one shot breaks the clouds"
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Mu Xingchen did not show any panic. He slapped his left palm flat on the gun body and forcefully knocked the spear away. However, the star sword in his hand did not slow down at all and continued to attack Mu Chensheng's face.
Looking at the sword technique coming straight at him, Mu Chensheng frowned. If he wanted to delay at this moment, he could just dodge away, but Mu Chensheng, who was familiar with Mu Xingchen's tricks, didn't want to do that. Mu Xingchen's sword technique emphasized "quickness".
", "accurate", and "ruthless" often give him the upper hand. A series of non-stop sword tactics are connected, and the momentum will become stronger and stronger. And under such a long attack, if the defending side makes a mistake, it will
He was beaten to death by Mu Xingchen. So faced with this situation, Mu Chensheng bit his silver teeth and actually threw out his spear to block Mu Xingchen's momentum.
The strength of the index finger of his left hand solidified, and gradually Mu Chensheng's entire finger began to turn into jade. Only a few fingers close to his hand could see the flesh color. Soon even this finger pointed out, directly touching the sword thrust by Mu Xingchen.
tip.
Ye Qing's eyes were fixed on Mu Chensheng's fingers, and the tea cup in his hand silently broke apart at this moment.
Mu Chensheng's momentum on the field surged instantly, reaching the peak of his artistic conception, the early stage of desperation, and the middle stage of desperation.
As the aura surged, the last bit of flesh color on that finger was also transformed into jade, and the glow reached a small state.
With the arrival of Dian Mang Xiaocheng, the momentum that had already reached its peak has increased again. At this moment, Mu Chensheng has entered the late stage of desperation.
All the eyes in the audience were instantly focused on Mu Chensheng. At this moment, Mu Chensheng brought martial arts skills unknown to them and his decisive momentum deeply reflected in their hearts.
"Dian Mang!" As Mu Chensheng shouted violently, his fingers and the tip of the sword were already touching, but the Qingfeng Sword was suppressed by Dian Mang like tofu. The Qingfeng Sword also fell into pieces on the field, and at the last finger
The moment the tip was about to touch Mu Xingchen, the referee quickly hugged him and retreated to avoid the disaster.
Looking at Mu Chensheng in the field, who was already panting, as if he would fall to the ground if he was touched even slightly.
Mu Xingchen could only sigh helplessly. He knew that if the referee hadn't held him back, he wouldn't have been able to save his right hand, and most likely his life would have been lost. Of course, if he could withstand that blow, he might still be able to turn defeat into victory.
.but now....
"I give up"
Mu Xingchen slowly glanced at Mu Chensheng and said helplessly.
"Mu Chen Sheng Sheng Sheng" followed the referee's final confirmation. There was a round of applause in the martial arts arena.