Zhang Mu, who had not made any preparations, suddenly saw the spirit sword coming. He couldn't help but give up the posture of drawing the sword and pulled Lin Han behind him.
"Forehead..."
I just felt a wind blowing in front of my eyes, a small breeze blowing gently, and my cheeks suddenly felt chilly.
Zhang Mu's throat moved, and he knew without thinking that the sword did not kill him. But the scene just now really calmed him down.
This speed is not something I can compare to. I was originally trying to beat him to win the first place, but now I unconsciously start to shrink back, because I feel that Lu Can's momentum is extraordinary.
The sword strike just now was enough to kill him, but he didn't do it. But making a wound on his face would be a hundred times more humiliating than killing him!
Zhang Mu looked at Lu Can coldly, but Lu Can looked at him very disdainfully.
"I thought you were capable. With this kind of strength, you are not even qualified to carry my shoes." After saying that, he put the spirit sword back into its scabbard and walked towards the audience.
Zhang Mu clenched his fists and said sternly: "If I meet you, I will kill you."
Lu Can stopped after hearing this, and then said disdainfully: "Don't worry, I will not let anyone offend my elder brother go."
"What?" He suddenly said: "You and Lu Wei are brothers?"
Lu Can turned his head, looked at Zhang Mu and sneered: "That's right, my brother doesn't want to kill you openly. In this case, I, the younger brother, will help him deal with you." After saying that, he jumped off the stage.
"It's over, it's over. Look at Lu Can's power, this Mu is definitely no match for him."
"Isn't this nonsense? Don't forget that there is a master. Besides, Ba Dao didn't use his full strength."
"Yes, there is a good show to watch."
...
"Brother Muzi, are you okay?"
Zhang Mu stretched out his hand to wipe the sword wound on his face and said with a smile, "It's okay."
"Go, get down."
Just when Zhang Mu was taking Lin Han down, someone on the high platform said: "Junior brother Song, this kid broke the rules, don't you allow it and punish him?"
The elder in the foundation building stage heard this and frowned: "Senior Brother Lu, you must know that your nephew Lu Can broke the rules first."
"snort."
Zhang Mu and Lin Han looked at each other, smiled bitterly and walked away.
As soon as the two came down, Liu Li and the others ran over in a panic.
"How about it?"
Zhang Mu smiled and said: "His uncle, it's okay."
"Be careful, I think the uncle named Lu is against you."
"I've already gone against his nephew, and he still doesn't remember me?"
"Okay, do you think there is a big gap between you and Lu Can?"
Zhang Mu frowned and took a breath: "If we fight, it will be less than 30%."
Liu Li exclaimed: "What? Less than 30%?"
Zhang Mu squinted his eyes and said, "Li Zi, do you know? I just took a trip to the underworld."
After hearing this, Liu Li was very afraid and said: "Are you saying that even you can't resist Lu Can's sword?"
At this time, Lin Han from behind said guiltily: "It's all me. If it weren't for my brother Muzi, he wouldn't be hurt."
"It's none of your business. I just wanted to test his strength. Although the chance of winning is less than 30%, with the addition of three talismans, it should be 50%."
Liu Li said disapprovingly: "Do you think Lu Can has no trump card and his uncle won't give him anything to save his life?"
Zhang Mu smiled and said nothing. He also thought of this. After all, how can there be a fair competition in the world?
At this time, Zhang Mu was no longer afraid of Lu Can. Just because of the humiliation of the sword just now, he wanted to take it back no matter what.
No matter what kind of life-saving thing the old guy named Lu gave Lu Can, I just wanted to rely on the sword in my hand to beat him to the point of kneeling down and begging for mercy.
Seeing Zhang Mu's confidence, Liu Li couldn't say anything else and could only pray that he could defeat Lu Can.
Zhang Mu dared to think this way, not out of blind confidence.
Because he has personally killed monks in the Qi Refining Stage, no matter what he uses to kill them. But in his eyes, the monks in the Qi Refining Stage can only release spiritual power, and he may not necessarily treat them with caution.
will lose.
In this way, Lin Han abstained and finally stopped in the top 50. Only Zhang Mu and three others were left waiting to advance.
At this time, there are twenty disciples left, almost all of whom are outstanding this time. This is not comparable to those of the previous disciples, and needs to be treated with caution and caution.
Afterwards, Zhang Mu slowly walked onto the challenge stage. His opponent had also slowly walked up.
This time the opponent turned out to be Ba Dao, and I have to say that Zhang Mu was quite unlucky.
After Ba Dao came up, he looked at Zhang Mu with a smile while holding the new sword in his hand. It was obvious that he was still brooding about what happened the day before.
"Senior Brother Ba Dao, we meet again."
Ba Dao said angrily: "You have no tricks to play today?"
"Ha... I'm sorry, Senior Brother Ba Dao, yesterday was really a helpless move. If it weren't for some small tricks, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get into the top fifty."
Ba Dao didn't care much, and said boldly: "Okay, the old man has so many things to do, I will try your strength this time."
Zhang Mu nodded and said: "Okay." After saying that, he drew his sword and rushed towards Ba Dao.
When Ba Dao saw it, he took a step forward and shouted: "Taste my big sword."
Zhang Mu quickly changed direction, holding the sword in one hand like a snake, and stabbed at the slightest crack in the sword.
"Hiss~"
Ba Dao couldn't help but be shocked when he saw it. He never expected that Zhang Mu could find the flaw so quickly.
But he didn't worry, he quickly changed his moves and slashed at Zhang Mu.
I saw the dark yellow spiritual power of the broadsword condensed, and it shot out from the blade in an instant, just in the direction of the charging Zhang Mu.
"Depend on..."
Zhang Mu accidentally had his neck scratched by spiritual power, and blood immediately flowed out.
Zhang Mu gritted his teeth and did not worry about the injury, because when fighting, every minute determines victory or defeat. So he must find a way to get back.
Ba Dao originally thought that Zhang Mu had recovered his injury and would either withdraw to stabilize the injury or simply give up.
But he couldn't believe that Zhang Mu actually rushed over. Isn't this really life-threatening?
Of course not. Zhang Mu is not a fool. He knows that long distance means seeking death. He can only wait for the opportunity to take action by getting close to the tyrant sword.
But for others, it would be fine. But Ba Dao is a big, round guy. Wouldn't it be foolish to fight him at close range?
What Zhang Mu is most careless about right now is that he didn't expect that the Ba Dao could emit spiritual power, so he would be completely at a disadvantage.
However, Zhang Mu also considered that this sword has clearly not reached the Qi refining stage, and it will definitely not be able to be used again and again.
With this idea in mind, Zhang Mu dared to rush over and fight against the Ba Dao. He planned to try out the power of his Broken Sword Style.
After arriving in front of Ba Dao, Zhang Mu jumped up suddenly and shouted: "Broken Sword Style."
Ba Dao didn't dare to be careless. He already knew the power of Zhang Mu's Broken Sword Style. Wouldn't he be a fool to resist?
I saw Ba Dao leaping out of the place. His reach was completely out of proportion to his body size, and he was not able to escape very quickly.
Zhang Mu couldn't help but sigh when he saw it, and only regretted that he couldn't release his spiritual power. This was the biggest gap now, and the reason why he was tightly suppressed by Ba Dao.
"Boy, I think this is the only trick you have?"
After hearing this, Zhang Mu covered his neck with his hands. Because there was a lot of blood flowing out at this time, his head also felt a little dizzy.
"No, we can't go on like this. We must decide the outcome with one move, otherwise I will be doomed."
Thinking of this, Zhang Mu narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother Ba Dao, take a move from me." After saying that, he rushed out.
Ba Dao was also afraid that Zhang Mu might have a back-up plan, so he stood his sword in front of him and waited to see what he could do.
Zhang Mu saw the corner of his mouth move, and rushed out with the momentum, but the next moment he was lying on the ground.
Even so, it was still rubbing forward. Ba Dao looked at Zhang Mu in confusion, and really couldn't figure out what he was doing.
Others don't know what Zhang Mu is doing, but he knows it himself.
"Damn, my foot slipped. It hurts me to death." I thought to myself.
Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the Ba Dao, he couldn't care less about the embarrassment, he threw his hand on the wooden board, and then stood up steadily.
Ba Dao was confused and asked: "Boy, which game are you playing?"
Zhang Mu said mysteriously: "Warm up."
"warm up?"
While Ba Dao was still puzzled, Zhang Mu moved instantly.
Zhang Mu's body was seen turning one step in one direction, and the long sword in his hand was slashing horizontally towards Ba Dao.
Ba Dao didn't take it seriously when he saw it, and he easily dodged it as soon as he bent down. But before he could be happy, he saw the long sword in Zhang Mu's hand continuing to draw with strength.
But the direction it went was not towards the Ba Dao, but towards Zhang Mu's own neck. This was a rogue trick that Zhang used.
"Boy, you want to commit suicide."
When Ba Dao saw it, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the long sword. He missed it by just one centimeter and scratched Bo's neck, which made the disciples around him sigh.
"Huh~"
Zhang Mu didn't wait for Ba Dao to speak. He held a short blade against Ba Dao's heart and said with a pale smile: "Senior Brother Ba Dao, you are defeated."
Ba Dao's eyes chattered after hearing this, and then he cursed: "Damn, you're cheating on me again."
When Zhang Mu saw Ba Dao let go of his long sword, he smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, I really have no choice but to bet on whether you can save me or not."
"Fortunately, my bet was right."
Ba Dao said angrily: "What if I don't save you?"
Zhang Mu looked a little sad due to excessive blood loss, but he still forced a smile and said: "Senior brother, let me ask you. If Zhang Mu comes again, will you take action?"
Ba Dao rolled his eyes and cursed angrily: "Damn it, I have lost all my wisdom in your hands."
"I'm defeated." After saying that, he supported Zhang Mu and said, "I'll help you go down."
Zhang Mu was supported by Ba Dao and said seriously: "Senior brother, thank you."
Before Ba Dao could speak, Zhang Mu closed his eyes and finally couldn't hold on anymore. He persisted until now just waiting for the moment of his victory.
Ba Dao nodded when he saw it. He was not angry at all about losing the game. Instead, he admired Zhang Mu's decisiveness and his cruelty.
If nothing else, let’s just say that you can’t hurt others and hurt yourself. I’m afraid if you don’t understand your opponent, this is completely suicide rather than self-rescue.
There are a few kind-hearted people in this world of immortality. Zhang Mu also made the right bet, because he took a fancy to the disgusting and kind side of Ba Dao.
Of course, Ba Dao just wants to see who he is targeting, otherwise how could he become famous?