"Li Mubai, I have learned something after the last battle. Do you have a chance to fight again?" Bian Jun looked at Li Mubai with a somewhat cold gaze. The meaning of this sentence was already obvious. He was not afraid of Li Mubai.
Everyone looked at Li Mubai, but the latter glanced at Bian Jun and said, "No chance."
There was no chance. With just four words, I refused very simply.
Bian Jun's face suddenly turned cold and he said, "You despise me?"
"No." Li Mubai shook his head and said, "It's just that I will never fight the same person for a second time. It's not just against you."
"If that person beats you, he won't fight a second time?" Bian Jun asked again.
"I have never met such a person before." Li Mubai said lightly. He raised his eyebrows slightly, looked in the distance, and said to himself: "Maybe after he comes out, he may
Something changes.”
The whole place fell silent. Li Mubai's words were so strong that no one could refute them, and the person he spoke of was naturally the eldest prince.
Bian Jun also fell silent. Li Mubai didn't want to take action anymore, and he couldn't force him.
At this time, Mu Ziyin came to the martial arts stage and stood with his hands behind his hands. His thin lips were as sharp as a knife. There seemed to be some evil light in his eyes, which made people want to look at them.
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"Who is coming to fight?" Mu Ziyin said, her voice full of magnetism and incomparable tenderness, which made the hearts of countless young women present jump. The admiration in their beautiful eyes was almost unstoppable. Everyone in the world said that heroes are sad to be beauties.
, however, if a beautiful woman meets a peerless man, she will be completely overwhelmed by him.
"I'm going!" At this time, a majestic voice came out, and a figure was seen striding out in the direction of the Holy Dragon Legion. He stood upright, his eyes were extremely deep, his expression was cold, and his whole body was as if
There is a sense of coldness in the air, which makes people dare not approach easily.
"Wusong, it turns out that he has been waiting for Mu Ziyin!" When the crowd saw the figure walking out, their eyes suddenly showed a look of surprise. They actually forgot about this person. He is also a ruthless person!
"Wusong." Qin Xuan repeated the name, and then Prince Long San introduced: "Wusong is the leader of the Holy Dragon Legion. It is said that his strength is several points stronger than Bocao who played in the second game.
Known as the son of the God of Killing, he is good at killing, and even the people of the Holy Dragon Legion do not dare to get too close to him."
"The way to kill?" Qin Xuan's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and then he looked at Wu Song. Sure enough, he felt a hint of murderous intention in the latter, which seemed to have been suppressed by him deliberately and not completely released.
Wu Song came not far from Mu Ziyin, looked at Mu Ziyin indifferently, and said: "It's time for a showdown between you and me, let's set it today."
"Very good." Mu Ziyin smiled gracefully, as if he didn't care at all.
"I really want to see if my method of killing can break through your Jiuyang Wuwuzhi." Wu Song said again. After saying this, the aura on his body bloomed crazily, and the spiritual energy in the surrounding heaven and earth began to riot.
Wisps of invisible air flowed around his body. His breath was colder and his eyes were more terrifying, like a murderous figure.
"Since ancient times, evil has always prevailed over good. How can the way of killing be compared with my Nine Yang Wuwuzhi." Mu Ziyin's voice was unparalleled and arrogant, revealing a peerless demeanor.
I saw his body rising into the air, his palms trembling slightly, and a long sword of spiritual energy gathered in the void. In an instant, countless spiritual energy trembled like sword energy, making a buzzing sword roar that shook the world.
"kill!"
A cold voice came out of Wu Song's mouth, and the breath around him roared. He held a long knife and shot forward violently. The endless terrifying air flow merged into a huge long knife shadow, which broke open from top to bottom with an extremely domineering attitude.
space.
An extremely terrifying sword rule suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. The long sword slashed down, splitting the space into two, and a long, narrow and ferocious crack appeared and continued to expand.
Countless people's expressions changed at this moment, their eyes were frightened, it was so terrifying, they just felt that the long knife was not cutting towards the space, but towards them.
"To be able to integrate his own murderous intention and the rules of the sword to this point, this person is considered to be extraordinary." Li Mubai commented lightly, as if he was praising Wu Song.
Many people looked strange. Li Mubai was known as the Sword Immortal. His understanding of the way of swordsmanship was unparalleled by his peers. Even some old men who had practiced for far longer than him, no one could beat him in the way of swordsmanship. It seemed that Wu Song was very good at swordsmanship.
The use of the knife resonated with Li Mubai.
However, Mu Ziyin is not an ordinary person. It would be difficult for others to survive under this knife, but Mu Ziyin is not among them.
Mu Ziyin's body shape was like the wind, his eyes were staring sharply at the narrow and long sword shadow that was approaching. He raised his hand and pointed a finger, and a sword chant resounded through the void. The aura sword wrapped up an astonishing sword power and killed him.
When it came out, a path of light seemed to appear in the space, like a rainbow passing through it, extremely brilliant and gorgeous.
Countless people looked into the void, their expressions a little dull. This sword was so amazing, as if it was going to break through the heaven and the earth.
The sword energy and the sword shadow collided fiercely, and a loud noise erupted in the space. The sword light and the sword light in the sky complemented each other, faintly covering up the glory of the world. The sword energy was gradually broken, and the sword shadow continued to move forward.
The momentum remains strong.
"If you don't use Wu Wuzhi, you are no match for me." Wu Song looked at Mu Ziyin with cold eyes. He longed for a battle of the same level, not like this. He felt a little ashamed.
Mu Ziyin's face remained as calm as ever, and said: "Since you insist on doing this, don't blame me."
"my pleasure."
Mu Ziyin's eyes became even sharper, and spiritual energy merged into his palms. His fingers became extremely crystal clear at this time, and his fingertips seemed to contain extremely terrifying power, like the most powerful and sharp magical weapon in the world, but
Destroy everything.
"Wuwangzhi!" Many people exclaimed. Mu Ziyin's most powerful magical attack is Jiuyang Wuwangzhi, which is extremely strong and extremely destructive. Even some monsters who specialize in physical training can
It can't withstand the power of his finger.
Several sounds of breaking through the air were heard, and everyone saw Mu Ziyin's five fingers dancing, and then five extremely terrifying rays of light shot out. Five huge fingers seemed to appear in the void, penetrating the space and shooting directly at the killing knife.
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"boom!"
The speed of the pointing light was so fast. Before everyone could react, the five huge fingers smashed down, like a big hand holding a knife shadow. Everyone's hearts shook violently, as if that big hand was holding a knife.
It is their heart that lives.
Just hearing a clicking sound, the knife shadow trembled violently, and the billowing murderous intent raged out. Wanting to break the shackles of the big hand, Mu Ziyin made a thought, and the light of rules flowed on the big hand, causing extreme destruction.
The power rushes into the shadow of the knife arrogantly, destroying everything.
The crowd's eyes were extremely shocked. They saw the fingers blooming with bright light, and the shadow of the knife continued to break and decompose, unable to withstand the power.
"This power is too overbearing and cannot be resisted at all!" Many people were shocked and confused. Mu Ziyin looked gentle and elegant, like a scholar, but he showed no mercy in his attacks.
Wu Song stared at that big hand, and felt extremely shocked in his heart. Is he really invincible?
"No, I don't believe it!" Wu Song shouted in his heart, his eyes became extremely cold, and his figure began to become blurry, making it difficult to see his traces. Invisible air currents surged in the void, and terrifying sword lights came from different places.
The direction raged out, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, trapping Mu Ziyin faintly, without any way out.
Mu Ziyin looked around at the killing swords, his expression as usual, the rules of the wind wrapped around his body, and he exuded a strange brilliance, and then he saw countless phantoms separated from his body, all of which were actually
They all have the same appearance, and they all belong to Mu Ziyin, making it difficult for people to distinguish between true and false.
"Clone Technique!" Qin Xuan's eyes showed a hint of surprise. He had used the clone technique before, and it was released at extreme speed, but he didn't know if the one Mu Ziyin performed was the same as him.
At this moment, I saw countless figures of Mu Ziyin standing in various directions in the void, pointing their fingers forward at the same time. In an instant, bright and boundless finger lights burst out, and the entire space was filled with dazzling light.
, so bright that people can’t even open their eyes.
Destructive power raged between heaven and earth, and astonishing martial arts wills collided in the void. The space was now obliterated by light, making it difficult for people to see the scene inside clearly.
At this moment, everyone is holding their breath and staring at that space. After this blow, the final result will be known.
Even the Dragon Lord looked in that direction, his eyes a little solemn. Mu Ziyin had heard about it for a long time, and Wu Song was the leader of the Holy Dragon Legion, so he was relatively familiar with it. Both of them had outstanding talents, but unfortunately they were not.
If they meet together, they can only choose one of the two. If not, both of them would be qualified to join the forty-nine people separately.
One person was destined to be eliminated, and the Dragon Lord felt a little sorry.
Gradually, the airflow in that space became calmer, and two clear figures appeared in the crowd's sight.
Wu Song's body was still upright, standing proudly like a long knife, exuding a peerless edge. However, if you look closely, you will find that his face is a little pale, and there is a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, as if he was injured.
"You win." Wu Song stared at Mu Ziyin and said.
"Accept." Mu Ziyin slightly arched his hands.
"There is no concession. I have tried my best and still can't defeat you, which proves that I am not as good as you." Wu Song said with firm eyes. He is such a person. If he loses, he loses. He does not accept others.
comfort, and will not make excuses for myself.
Wu Song then turned around and bowed in the direction of the Dragon Lord: "Please ask the Dragon Lord to announce the final result."
The Dragon Lord nodded slightly and said: "The last place is Mu Ziyin of the Senluo Legion."
After these words fell, countless people's eyes flashed with deep meaning, and their hearts inevitably surged. Who would have thought that the final battle would be a showdown between the two geniuses of the Senluo Legion and the Holy Dragon Legion, and the final saint would...
It's the Senluo Army.
This battle not only once again proved Mu Ziyin's extraordinary power, but also allowed the Senluo Legion to defeat the Holy Dragon Legion, known as the first legion, in a head-on confrontation, which was of extraordinary significance.