Guo Jiamu has the first level of cultivation in the Holy World, two levels higher than Mu Yin. So from the beginning, Guo Jiamu suppressed Mu Yin.
Guo Jiamu's attack methods are very strange. Sometimes his attacks are gentle and gentle, and sometimes they are extremely cruel, as if he is teasing others.
Mu Yin's face was solemn, and he held the double-edged sword tightly, blocking Guo Jiamu's soft sword.
‘Stab it——’
The young man's shoulder was suddenly stabbed by a soft sword, his clothes were torn in an instant, and the sharp sword blade scratched his skin, severely cutting a slender bloody opening.
At this moment, the soft sword moved like a snake, slashing towards Mu Yin's pretty little face.
Mu Yin was startled and quickly stepped back to avoid it.
Unexpectedly, Guo Jiamu sneered contemptuously and stepped forward without hesitation, bound to cut a bloody gash on Mu Yin's fair and tender face.
Mu Yin kept retreating, and at the same time, the double-edged sword in his hand moved up to block the soft sword.
‘锵——’
The next moment, a sudden change occurred, and the soft sword turned and turned towards Mu Yin's hand holding the hilt.
Before he had time to retreat, a piece of flesh was cut out of the back of Mu Yin's hand by the soft sword, and blood overflowed in an instant. The wound was shocking.
Mu Yin hissed in pain.
His eyes changed, and he immediately burst out with the power of the wood element, forcing Guo Jiamu to take two or three steps back.
The young man shouted clearly:
"Double-edged whirlpool!"
In an instant, a hurricane whirlpool of blades blasted out from the two double-edged knives, attacking Guo Jiamu.
boom!
Guo Jiamu blocked it easily, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly and flashed in front of the young man. The soft sword seemed to turn into flowers in his hand and stabbed Mu Yin continuously.
The sword wind sweeps across, and the pressure is approaching!
Mu Yin was forced to retreat again and again, feeling a little timid.
But soon, he thought of something, gritted his teeth, and a strong fighting spirit burst out in his eyes.
He can't lose!
He doesn't want to be a burden, because he also wants to be a strong man who can protect his companions!
If we really lose this battle...
Mu Yin stared at Guo Jiamu with cold eyes. He struck Guo Jiamu with a double-edged knife in his right hand! This time, he cut the clothes on the opponent's chest.
When Guo Jiamu saw this, his face suddenly darkened.
"You bastard who doesn't know how to live or die!"
Guo Jiamu was sullen, and the pressure that belonged to the entire holy world erupted from his body. He held a soft sword in his hand and struck Mu Yin faster, harder, and more accurately.
‘锵——’
On the arena, the sounds of sword clashes continued to sound.
Liang Guanren, who was in the next ring, stood with his hands behind his hands, frowning and looking at the situation in the No. 1 ring, with a hidden worry in his eyes.
Mu Yin insisted on fighting Guo Jiamu for more than a hundred rounds.
Mu Yin had multiple sword wounds on his body, and the opponent also had several sword wounds.
Everyone was a little surprised when they saw this scene. A young man with an intermediate level of cultivation in the semi-saint world could actually persist for such a long time.
Guo Jiamu became more and more angry as he fought, and there was a bit of excitement in his chest.
He wanted to...dismember the boy in front of him!
Mu Yin raised his eyes and saw the covetousness and excitement in the other person's eyes, and for some reason, he felt very disgusted by this.
The corner of Guo Jiamu's mouth curled up in a bloodthirsty arc, then he raised his sword and swung it towards Mu Yin's arm.
‘锵——’
Mu Yin blocked it with his sword.
Suddenly, several earth thorns appeared behind Mu Yin, attacking towards the back of his head with a 'ssssssss' sound.
Mu Yin was startled and quickly turned aside.
At this moment, Mu Yin felt a sharp pain in his left arm. The soft sword tore through his clothes and penetrated his flesh, causing blood to splash instantly.
The young man screamed, and just when the soft sword was about to cut off his arm, a giant furry beast suddenly appeared, raised its giant fist and hit Guo Jiamu's chest.
"Bang!"
Guo Jiamu was smashed away.
At the same time, the six Yunzheng people who were originally sitting in the waiting area suddenly appeared under the No. 1 arena.
"Ayin!"
When everyone originally thought that Guo Jiamu was going to cut off Mu Yin's hand, they didn't expect that a divine beast would appear, and they even thought that the six Yunzheng people would suddenly appear under the No. 1 ring.
"What...what's going on?!"
Just when Yunzheng and others were about to enter the ring, they heard Mu Yin's painful and trembling voice: "Don't come over!"
"…I can!"
Mu Yin bit his lip and said stubbornly. Blood continued to slide from his left arm and fell to the ground like running water.
'tick tock'
If it had been any later, his left arm would have been pierced into the bone by the soft sword...
He raised his head, his handsome little face turned pale. He turned to look at his friends under the ring, his red eyes filled with prayer.
He wants to win, really wants to win.
The tip of Yunzheng's nose was slightly sore. She knew that although Ayin was usually sunny and cheerful, he was a little sensitive inside. She was always worried that he would not be able to keep up with Fengyun's pace.
It was the case in Dongzhou in the past, and it is still the case now.
Yunzheng looked up at him and persuaded softly: "It's okay, we can go slower."
The friends all looked at him with unspeakable distress.
Mu Yin shook his head, his eyes turned red, he sniffed and choked with sobs: "...Believe me, Azheng."
A harsh voice came from the ring, with extreme sarcasm, "Have you said enough?!"
Guo Jiamu squinted at the six people who suddenly appeared under the ring. He was confused at first, and then thought that they were all disciples of the Shenye Sect...
Hehe, these senior sisters and brothers in the Shenye Sect are actually worried about this brat. It's really annoying.
Fellowship? Or friendship?
Everything is disgustingly hypocritical. In this world, the most unreliable thing is friendship. One second you are chatting and laughing, and the next second you are stabbing someone in the back.
Yunzheng raised his dark eyes and stared at Guo Jiamu, his eyes were cold to the bone, and then the corners of his lips curved, showing unspeakable danger.
Guo Jiamu's eyelids twitched inexplicably, and a feeling of fear spread in his heart.
He remembered that this little girl's strength should not be underestimated. What impressed him even more was that her appearance was about 40% similar to Mad Dog Emperor's.
Yunzheng raised his eyes and looked at Mu Yin on the ring, and said firmly: "A Yin, we believe in you, you will make our reputation even more powerful."
In fact, she didn't seem so peaceful inside.
If there is any defect in A Yin, she will make Guo Jiamu's life worse than death!
Yunzheng took people away from this place.
The boy with the high ponytail took a deep look at their backs, and then reluctantly swallowed several bottles of pills.
The mythical beast Stone Bear next to him looked at Mu Yin worriedly. Mu Yin patted it with his right hand and said in a relaxed tone: "I'm fine, big guy."
Mu Yin's eyes were on Guo Jiamu.
Their eyes met, and Guo Jiamu sneered: "A brat with no hair, yet he has the courage to 'refuse to admit defeat'. Okay, okay, I will cut you into a stick."
The young man sneered and said, "You're a turtle grandson. If you can't speak, just stop talking."