The boring aura in the early stage consumed each other, so that everyone felt that it was not too enjoyable. Now the two of them on the stage have to decide the winner with one move, which makes everyone even more depressed.

Fortunately, Zhou Mu'er's display of heaven-level martial arts made everyone's eyes shine.

And Wang Feng's performance is simply unsatisfactory.

The people who didn't care who won or lost the two of them naturally didn't think about Wang Feng at all, because his methods were obviously more than one and a half points worse than Zhou Mu'er.

Although Wang Feng's cultivation is somewhat higher, after all, it has not yet formed a crushing gap, and it is not enough to make up for the gap in the level of martial arts and the degree of aura release.

At the moment when the black aura spear and Wang Feng's fists collided, the scene of Wang Feng falling into the ring had flashed in the hearts of many people.

Not to mention the others, everyone on the side of the Heavenly King's Mansion, including Qinghuan and Da Meow, all couldn't bear to look directly at such a situation. Although they knew that Wang Feng would not be defeated in the hands of Zhou Mu'er, the current situation was very bad.

Especially after Zhou Mu'er showed the ghost scattering, they were even more surprised why Wang Feng dealt with it so easily.

Wang Feng gave everyone the impression that he was quite smart, and there was no reason why he would make a mistake in judging the heaven-level martial arts power of the other party in this level of life and death.

It's just that the current collision really makes it difficult for anyone to believe that Wang Feng can stand up.

But there was also one exception, and that was the ninth-level human venerable realm peak powerhouse who was watching the battle from a distance.

The level that Venerable can see and understand is naturally not comparable to those below who are only the highest Earth Martial Realm cultivators. As Wang Feng was accumulating his strength, he sensed the exponential increase in the power in his body.

If Wang Feng hadn't taken the initiative to give up continuing to bless in the later stage, he couldn't help but take action to stop that momentum for him.

"One force down ten, will such a thing really happen?!"

When the tip of Zhou Mu'er's black aura spear of "Scattered Souls" began to make contact with Wang Feng's fists, in an instant, it directly shattered the thin layer of aura protection on the surface of his fist.

But Wang Feng didn't have any chance to retreat, even if he had the slightest intention of retreating, his entire body would be destroyed by this spear.

No matter how strong the pain came from the fist, Wang Feng had to hold on.

At the same time, he also unreservedly accumulated himself in his fists, and the extreme power contained in the Heavenly King Fist completely exploded.

Zhou Mu'er stared coldly at the impact of his aura spear, as long as the spear continued to press forward, Wang Feng would definitely die.

Although Wang Feng's power began to explode, because he did not have the support of aura, he was indeed pushed backwards by Zhou Mu'er's aura spear, and his feet even had two shallow marks in the ring.

However, this situation did not last long, and the shallow marks only extended to a distance of less than three meters before stopping.

And at this time, people outside the ring finally found out that something was wrong.

At the beginning, Zhou Mu'er's black aura spear was pushing Wang Feng back, and even wanted to completely destroy his body.

The black aura spear didn't stop moving forward until Wang Feng's footsteps stopped, the problem was that Wang Feng's fist hadn't been fatally damaged.

In other words, Wang Feng, who was supposed to be destroyed and killed by Zhou Mu'er's heaven-level martial arts, not only withstood this blow, but also gradually disintegrated the aura of the black aura spear.

Just like the last game, Zhou Mu'er quickly disintegrated Zhao Shihe's aura, but it was still different.

Zhou Muer's martial arts to Zhao Shihe at that time belonged to directly disintegrating the aura absorption, absorbing all of Zhao Shihe's aura for his own use, and completing the feat of breaking through the martial arts realm on the spot.

But now Wang Feng's fist was not disintegrating and absorbing, but forcefully using the power of his fists to disperse the aura on the black aura spear.

Lookers-on see most of the game.

Zhou Mu'er stood behind the black aura spear, all she saw was the spear moving forward, and the joy of imminent victory rose in her heart.

After a few moments, her face changed dramatically.

When the black aura spear was about to disappear completely, she saw Wang Feng's body standing there.

"Impossible! Hit by the ghosts, he should be torn apart, what the hell is going on?"

Zhou Mu'er prepared for this heaven-level martial arts, and almost infused nearly eighty percent of her aura, the purpose of which was to kill Wang Feng in one fell swoop, so as not to continue to procrastinate.

But the current situation made it difficult for her to accept, Wang Feng actually took over his "ghost scattering" with both fists?!

The last section of the aura spear body was dispersed, but in fact, there was not much power left on Wang Feng's fists, and he himself was not comfortable.

The impact of such a force almost shook all the internal organs in his body.

"Whew~ Fortunately, there is that secret treasure that strengthens the toughness of the body, otherwise, it shouldn't be possible to completely take her trick at all!"

Wang Feng was also horrified in his heart, looking down at his body, his clothes were almost completely torn apart by the residual momentum of the aura spear. Now there were only a few strands hanging from his body, revealing his almost bronzed skin.

The corners of his mouth finally curled up slightly, and Wang Feng set his eyes on Zhou Mu'er's somewhat pale face.

"Zhou Mu'er, your attack is indeed very strong. But sorry, it doesn't seem to work for me. In that case, why don't you pick me up too?"

The people below the ring had already seen how Wang Feng had withstood Zhou Mu'er's heaven-level martial arts, and they didn't have any other expressions except for being stunned.

Such a powerful attack, some people in the audience may not have the confidence to catch it, but they were destroyed by Wang Feng lightly.

As for how much aura Zhou Mu'er has infused into this martial arts, it is no longer that important. The important thing is what kind of extent Wang Feng's counterattack will reach next.

In a game of life and death, any blow can have a final result. But Zhou Muer obviously lost the opportunity and was about to usher in Wang Feng's counterattack.

"Just use those two fists of yours, I'd love to know how you managed to dissolve my heaven-level martial arts just now. ”

Even if there was a trace of palpitation in her heart, Zhou Mu'er would not have any timidity, and at the moment when the situation of life and death was decided, she no longer allowed herself to show cowardice to Wang Feng.

Wang Feng didn't continue to speak to her, he stood there and slowly closed his eyes.

No one knew what kind of means Wang Feng was about to use to attack Zhou Mu'er, but judging from his performance just now, no matter how ordinary his actions were, he would not let the people below despise him.

Using strength to crack the heaven-level martial arts has already explained everything.

Seeing Wang Feng above the ring closing his eyes, Zhou Haotian standing below was in a trance for no reason, and he couldn't help but murmur in a low voice: "Mu'er, I'm afraid it's dangerous!"