86_86259 "Click" The crowd of the audience was in an uproar, and Dongfang Jian's right hand was directly broken by Mu Feng.

What makes people even more speechless is that Mu Feng still maintains a faint and innocent smile on his face after breaking other people's hands, as if this matter has nothing to do with him.

Dongfang Sword, whose right hand was twisted off by Mu Feng, couldn't figure it out, he would actually be injured by a bare-handed loose cultivator, and the qi sword that was temporarily wasted and condensed in his right hand was also invisible.

Dongfang Jian had beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and his eyes were burning with angry flames, staring at Mu Feng, which made Mu Feng a little admired, he could still endure the atmosphere without panting in such pain, and he had some ability.

"Drink!" The temporarily lost right hand hung weakly on his waist, and a red flame suddenly appeared in the palm of Dongfang Sword's left hand, aiming at Mu Feng and bombarding it hard.

"It's said that your speed is too slow," Mu Feng smiled contemptuously, leaning to the side, and the fire rushed towards him, only scorching a few of his black hairs.

Behind Mu Feng was the white-robed old man, and when the fireball was about to hit him, he saw that with a disdainful wave of one hand, this seemingly powerful fireball dissipated in front of his eyes.

Mu Feng noticed this detail, and his eyes changed slightly and glanced at the white-robed old man behind him, Qingxuanzong really hid the dragon and crouching tiger, and he could destroy a mystical technique issued by a Xuan rank with a single blow, and the strength of this white-robed old man who looked confused was not low.

Mu Feng, who had already made up his mind to fight quickly, knew that he couldn't continue to drag it out, otherwise it would be difficult to deter the challengers below who were eager to try.

With the palm of the Dongfang Sword like when the two of them were in close contact before, there was a little red light www.biquge.info in the Fun Pavilion, and Mu Feng knew that his next round of occult arts had begun to brew.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Mu Feng's eyes changed, and he silently recited the second type of the Sanqing Sword Style to break the red dust in his heart, although there was no sword in his hand. However, relying on this skill, you can also forcibly increase your speed. Almost instantly, Mu Feng came to his side in Dongfang Jian's stunned eyes, stretched out his right hand and grabbed his left hand, and then pushed his back with his left hand.

With a slight lift of his right hand, Dongfang Sword's left hand, which had already appeared, was slapped directly on his chest.

"Wow" This move also made the other body use just right, and in the exclamation of everyone under the ring, a mouthful of blood gushed out of Dongfang Sword, and the robe on his chest was also scorched by the flame of his left hand.

When the corners of Mu Feng's mouth raised and revealed a cold smile, he let go of his left hand, and Dongfang Jian let out a roar of pain, and then fell to his knees with a "plop", a large area of his chest was burned on the ground, and he struggled in pain and groaned.

There was silence under the ring, and everyone widened their eyes and looked at the smiling black-robed young man in the ring with an incredible look, the corners of his mouth seemed to be innocent and innocent, but his eyes were so cold.

The easy battle brought everyone an incomparable shock, not to mention Mu Feng's strange speed, which was really amazing, the composure he maintained from beginning to end was enough to make those cultivators who were already terrified in the ring who were sweating in the ring and had not even started the fight to be terrified many times stronger.

"This guy is really ruthless!" Looking at Mu Feng, who was unruly, he smiled and nodded at himself, although he was surprised by Mu Feng's appearance before, he was also expected.

"He never fights a battle that he is not sure of." Qian Yi chuckled, as if he was still worried about his incompetence and the doubts that the group of cultivators around him had about Mu Feng.

"You lost" Mu Feng in the ring looked at Dongfang Jian who was lying at his feet and moaning in pain with his chest, and chuckled, the disciples of Qingxuanzong were nothing more than that.

These practitioners pay too much attention to the occult arts, and spend most of their time practicing the occult arts, striving to use the occult arts to perfection and freedom, and in the eyes of these orthodox practitioners, the occult arts are the most important, but they ignore the training of their own physical abilities.

Without the help of occult techniques to increase their speed, they would not be able to use their soul energy to increase their explosive power in bare-handed solo combat, and they might not be able to defeat the farmers who have been cultivating the mountain all year round despite the benefits of their soul energy.

This is undoubtedly their weakness, this Dongfang Sword has been able to condense a fireball attack with one hand without sealing, and he also has a high attainment in this mysticism, but it is a pity that his hand-to-hand combat is too far behind Mu Feng.

However, not only him, but almost ten of the cultivators present were the same as Dongfang Sword, so they were extremely shocked that Mu Feng could solve Dongfang Sword in three or two strokes without using his soul energy.

On the stone steps below the palace, Zhuo Zichen and Xia Ruolan both frowned slightly, staring at Mu Feng with fierce eyes, and Yin Feng, who was standing beside them, smiled modestly, and nodded appreciatively when he saw Mu Feng's victory so lightly.

When the white-robed old man came to Dongfang Jian's side and briefly checked his injuries, he was sure that he could no longer fight, so he directly took out a pitch-black and shiny jade medal from his arms and threw it to Mu Feng, and with a wave of his robe, several Qingxuanzong disciples quickly jumped out of the crowd and carried Dongfang Sword down.

"Hehe, unhappy? I'm standing right here, and I'm going to have what it takes to hit me! When he looked at these Qingxuanzong disciples who came up to carry the Dongfang Sword with cold and angry eyes glaring at him, Mu Feng sneered and directly sneered.

Although the voice was low, it was still clearly heard by the people around the ring, and suddenly there was an uproar below. "Arrogance! Arrogant! ”

"Doesn't this kid want to live? Blatantly provoke Qingxuanzong! ”

"It's really courageous, that's what a man is. It's handsome! ”

"Senior sister, have you committed nymphomaniaia again?"

However, when Mu Feng scanned the surroundings of the ring with a smile on his face but extremely cold, when these cultivators who had been sneering and ridiculing before made contact with Mu Feng's eyes, they all felt an inexplicable chill, and they couldn't help but close their mouths.

"Yes, I'll do it next time!" Seeing that Mu Feng really shocked the group of people around him, Qian Yi also immediately found confidence, and sure enough, he learned from Xia Ruolan and Zhuo Zichen before, which made these guys who were usually arrogant feel afraid.

When Mu Feng glanced at the group of cultivators gathered around the ring one by one with cold eyes, he was also relieved. The next thing I have to do is to be like the Qingxuanzong disciple who looks weak and looks like Xia Ruolan, who is not as beautiful as Xia Ruolan's posture of sinking fish and geese, but is also a beautiful woman, just need to stand quietly and wait until today's competition is over, and the next day the competition will continue to jump up and stand until the competition of the ground group is over