"Boom!"

After an instant, the prince's fierce fist smashed into Mu Futian's body.

A low, muffled sound immediately diffused.

However.

To everyone's surprise, Mu Futian's body still didn't move.

Not even a little fur was hurt.

It seems that between the fist and Mu Futian's body, there is a protective shield to separate it.

In fact, it is.

At the moment when the prince slammed his hand, Mu Futian used his defensive magic trick: the vajra cover, to unleash it.

"What? What kind of defense trick is this? ”

The prince's eyes widened with an incredulous expression on his face.

You know, this blow contains all his strength.

However.

Even so, he still couldn't even break through Mu Futian's defenses.

How could this not surprise him.

"Next, it's my turn."

Shrugging his shoulders, Mu Futian let out a chuckle.

After an instant, the wooden sword behind him flew out autonomously.

At the same moment, his figure also disappeared.

"What a speed!"

Everyone was shocked.

Wang Zhen and the others, who were on top of another mountain, also had a drastic change in their faces.

"Three-stage slash!"

With Mu Futian's low shout, three sword rays swept out from the front, side, and top.

As the first target, the prince was horrified.

These three sword rays all hit his vital points.

At this point, he wanted to get out of the way completely, but it was obviously too late.

When Qianjun was shot, he decisively chose to avoid the vital point.

"Puff~Puff~Puff~"

The three sword rays fell on Wang Zimeng's body in an instant, and blood immediately shot out from it.

"Ah~"

At the same time, the prince's fierce wail and screams rang out.

Seeing this, the surrounding monks were startled at first, and then burst out into unbelievable exclamations.

From the prince's fierce lead to defeat, it was only a few breaths of time.

By the time they reacted, the former had fallen to the ground, wailing in pain.

Although he dodged the three key points, the attack spirit technique of the Yellow Rank still made him suffer.

"If you lose, it's over."

Mu Futian looked at Wang Zimeng without the slightest pity, and said lightly.

On the platform of life and death, either you die or I live.

To have mercy on the enemy is to be the greatest cruelty to oneself.

This kind of stupid thing, Mu Futian naturally disdains to do it.

"Stinky bastard, I'm from the Wang family, you dare to touch me to try?!"

The prince shouted with anger on his face.

Maybe he's used to shouting, so even now, he still doesn't understand his situation.

"You're so ignorant."

Mu Futian shook his head, and couldn't help but be a little amused.

Since Wang Zichong was killed by him, he and the Wang family themselves have been fighting endlessly.

Nowadays, there is really no difference between killing one more and killing one less.

If I had to say the difference, it would be that he earned another one, and there was one less threat behind him.

In this scene on stage, the victory or defeat is already obvious.

However, on the stage of life and death, it is either life or death.

So.

If no one dies, then this life-and-death battle is not over.

"Whoosh~"

After an instant, Mu Futian held a wooden sword in his hand and rushed towards the prince.

However, just as he was about to succeed.

A loud shout came from another mountain peak: "Little beast, you dare?!" ”

As soon as the shouts fell, he swept out, and a powerful spiritual power fluctuation immediately swept the audience, making people feel awe-inspired!

But.

Mu Futian seemed to have noticed it a long time ago, and the wooden sword in his hand flew out directly.

"Bastard!"

With a furious roar, the prince moved his body violently.

Although he dodged the vital point, he was hit in the shoulder fiercely, and the blood kept flowing out of it.

No surprises.

The prince's screams and wails rang out again.

"Brute, you dare not put me in your eyes?!"

An instant later, a middle-aged man appeared on the stage of life and death, just isolating Mu Futian and Wang Zimeng.

And this person is none other than the head of the Wang family, Wang Zhen.

As soon as Wang Zhen came out, many monks around him immediately let out an exclamation sound.

Apparently.

For him to break into the platform of life and death, this is something they never expected.

"Hehe, you dare not put the rules of life and death in your eyes, why should I put you in my eyes?"

Mu Futian shook his head and sneered contemptuously.

If it weren't for Wang Zhen's move, Wang Zimeng would have been killed by him at this time!

When the people in the audience heard this, they also let out bursts of boos.

"Father, kill him, kill him!"

The prince's eyes were red, and he spoke out in anger.

He hated Mu Futian to the core.

Once upon a time, he was subjected to such humiliation?

"Shut up!"

However, Wang Zhen not only did not make a move, but shouted at the former seriously.

His appearance is already out of the rules.

If he is allowed to make a move on a junior, where will his Wang family's face hang?

What will others think?

Although Wang Zimeng felt extremely aggrieved, he didn't dare to say anything.

Where there is life, there is hope.

In the future, he must find today's field!

"Little brute, I remember today's events!"

With a cold snort, Wang Zhen, who knew that he was wrong, immediately picked up the injured prince Meng and flew out wildly outside.

Staying will only cause more commotion, so he must leave the life and death platform as soon as possible.

Although this is not in line with the rules, what are the rules for a hero like him?

That's just to restrain the weak.

Although Wang Zhen took the prince away violently, which made many people ashamed, they only dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

After all.

The Wang family is powerful, and in Cangyue Pavilion, who dares to provoke it easily?

Isn't that a long life?

After reaching the third realm of the Enlightenment Realm, you can fly above the void for a short time.

And Wang Zhen has obviously reached this realm.

In less than ten breaths, Wang Zhen and Wang Zimeng disappeared from everyone's sight.

Everyone shook their heads helplessly, all of them felt pity for Mu Futian.

Of course, for the strength of the latter, it really scared them a lot.

Although he failed to kill his opponent, in their hearts, Mu Futian was already a winner.

The future is limitless.

As the battle ended, the crowd began to leave.

But.

Mu Futian did not move.

Still standing in place.

"No one can escape from my Mu Futian's hands, never!"

Looking at the direction in which Wang Zhen disappeared, Mu Futian shook his head and said firmly.

Then, with a flick of his fingers, he pulled a gun out of the system backpack.

This gun is the Kar.98K sniper rifle that I got not long ago and has never been used.