86_86259 The body seemed to be drained, there was no strength at all, and the dull pain in the bones of his whole body made it difficult for him to control himself like a maggot boneless, and he only supported himself with his resolute will, waiting for the end of the competition.

Under everyone's waiting, time seemed to have passed very long, when the white-robed old man who had been standing in the ring to supervise the battle walked out of the crowd, dusting off his body as he walked, he came to Mu Feng's side and complained repeatedly: "Young man has done enough, I'm so old, if I don't hide quickly, I will become a ghost under your sword!" ”

"The senior said with a smile," Mu Feng replied in a low and weak voice, but his eyes were staring at a round pit in the ruins in front of him.

"Whoosh" At this moment, several ice swords suddenly flew out from the ruins, and the white-robed old man, who thought that the battle was over, also hurriedly flew backwards when he saw this, and distanced himself from Mu Feng.

"Pap" Mu Feng's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly pulled out his ink sword to resist.

However, the current Mu Feng was too weak, and after barely blocking the two ice swords, one of the ice swords passed him directly.

Mu Feng only felt a little pain in his arm, and leaned to the side unsteadily, and the last ice sword that followed was in the midst of everyone's exclamations, and Mu Feng gritted his teeth and simply fell to the ground.

The ice sword ran through his thigh, blood gushing out, and half of his body was dyed red.

Immediately before Mu Feng could stand up again, the ghost-faced man had already jumped out of the ruins, her delicate body trembling, and the blood on the edge of the black robe was dripping downward, and it seemed that she was also not lightly injured.

"He~ Are they desperate?"

"As for it? Do you have to kill you?

Seeing Mu Feng gritting his teeth and his eyes full of anger to support his body and still stand up, many cultivators around him showed puzzled eyes.

"Stop fighting, that's enough!"

"It's just a competition!"

Some female cultivators couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts at the moment, when Mu Feng insisted on standing up like this, there was an inexplicable sour feeling in their hearts, they didn't understand why Mu Feng still had to stand up, could such a competition be more important than their own lives?

The white-robed old men who had supervised the battle before also gathered together, their brows furrowed, and their faces were full of worry, looking at Mu Feng.

"Hey, shouldn't you say something? This kid is bloody, I'm afraid it's over if he continues! An old man in a white robe whispered to the old man who was in charge of the ring where Mu Feng was before.

"As long as he doesn't admit defeat, I can't help it, you also understand the rules!"

Although the white-robed old man wanted to stop it, because he had already seen that Mu Feng and this ghost-faced man were both manufacturable materials, and they would become great weapons in the future, and he couldn't bear to let the two of them kill each other here, but the rules were the rules, and now only the two of them could end the battle.

"You lost" The ghost-faced man came to Mu Feng, looking at him covered in blood, his face was pale, his body trembled, but he still maintained a pair of cold and tenacious eyes looking at him, and when he gently stretched out his soul qi with one hand and slowly wrapped it between her bloodstained jade fingers.

"Cough~~Cough~ Hmph, it's really Senior Sister, how long has it been since the previous war? If it weren't for the fact that my sword was better than yours, I'm afraid that I was the one who was shot down just now, right? Mu Feng sneered in a trembling voice after coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood.

"I should thank you, otherwise I wouldn't have understood so quickly if you used this trick against me. It's a pity I'm a monk! When Shi Shan took off the hideous ghost mask on her face that had been slightly cracked in the previous battle, revealing her alluring face, even though her face was a little pale at the moment, and there was still some blood on the corner of her mouth, it still caused an uproar among the many cultivators around her.

As soon as Shishan's words fell, Dai frowned slightly, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she looked curiously at the strange black jade pendant that Mu Feng hung on her neck and swayed back and forth on her chest, and suddenly remembered what her father Zhao Zhong had said when she was leaving. If it is as expected, his father should just want to get the jade pendant around Mu Feng's neck, right?

"yes, that's a shame. What if you win here? Mu Feng smiled bitterly, Shi Shan's meaning was obvious, it was nothing more than that she had a soul and she didn't.

He was also shocked when he saw Shi Shan looking at the jade pendant on his chest with a puzzled expression, the previous battle made him slip his upper body bare, and there was no secret at all, and Shi Shan seemed to have learned the importance of this piece of jade from Zhao Chong's mouth.

Mu Feng's heart sank, and before the people around him noticed it, he gritted his teeth and slowly closed his eyes, and under Shi Shan's surprised gaze, the ink-colored long sword held in Mu Feng's right hand stabbed at Shi Shan.

"Slap" Shishan glanced at him with contempt in her eyes, at this moment, Mu Feng was jealous and weak, and this sword was not at all threatening to her, so she easily clamped it with two fingers.

"Enough, Mu Feng don't fight!" Seeing that Mu Feng still wanted to fight, Qian Yi, who had already rushed to the ruins, shouted at Mu Feng.

"It's not even close." Mu Feng, who closed his eyes tightly, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and replied in a cold voice.

"Don't fight" Qian Yi stepped forward quickly and wanted to pull Mu Feng into a card, but at this moment, an old man in a white robe appeared in front of him like a ghost, stopped Qian Yi and shook his head lightly at him, and said with emotion: "This is a competition between them, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

"Shishan, senior sister, that's enough. It's really enough, why are you still obsessed? Qian Yi, who was blocked by the white-robed old man, had red eyes, but his voice became unusually calm, and he asked Shishan.

"I'm sorry, I have my way to go. What do we have in the eyes of these people? Even though ten or 100 years later, I am still so weak, and I must change this qiē. ”

Shi Shan heard Qian Yi's question behind her, slowly closed her eyes and let out a light sigh, once upon a time, how much she wished that she could be an ordinary person, who could practice at sunrise and sunset like other disciples of Santai Mountain, and practice carefree every day.

But the responsibility on her body was so heavy, and after seeing too many killings and tears, she realized that Santai Mountain could no longer carry her dreams.

"Why?" Qian Yi stared at Shi Shan's back with wide eyes in confusion, Shi Shan's betrayal is still an indelible pain in his heart, even if Mu Feng defeated her before, Qian Yi still can't let go of it, and it is also difficult to let go of the love for Shi Shan.

"Strength, the power to be feared." Shishan's face was calm, and her voice was cold and full of meaning.

Hearing Shishan say this, Qianyi was startled, and looked at her with an unbelievable look, not only Qianyi, but even the white-robed old man in front of him frowned slightly, and glanced sideways at Shishan deeply