Almost as soon as the words fell, the surroundings began to change.

The gray fog, which had been stagnant and flowing, suddenly rose up without wind.

Whew~Whew~

In the fog, there was a faint sound.

Yu Moxi narrowed his eyes and looked intently at the gray mist...... Deep.

In front of me, there was a gray color.

In the gray corners, there is a violent atmosphere, which is extremely oppressive.

Due to the flow of gray mist, Yu Moxi was surrounded by thin gray mist, like a floating cloud, as if it was moving irregularly.

Yu Moxi always looked at the depths of the gray mist, the corner where the feeling of depression came from......

What is it......

Behind him, a light cloud of mist that was about to disperse slowly approached the ...... Closer to ......

When he was about to touch the placket of his clothes, the soft, water-chestnut mist, a small and faint needle as thin as a hair, stretched straight out of the mist.

The tip of the needle, glittering with needles.

The cold light is lingering.

Turdi –

Swish!

The tip of the needle is not in the back!

……

Leng Mian opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed.

Suddenly, he smiled sarcastically: "I thought it was so powerful, but it turned out to be nothing more than that!" I can't see it even by the mere tricks. ”

The plan succeeded, and it went unexpectedly well.

At the same time, he was even more disdainful of Yu Moxi.

"Humph! To end it with my original stunt is really overkill! But that's the end of it! ”

Gripping the handle of the knife suddenly, the aura poured in, and the entire mutilated blade seemed to be reborn, shining, and the sword momentum soared into the sky.

The gray mist around the cold side forms a flowing whirlpool, enclosing people in the mouth of the whirlpool.

The swirling mist tumbled upwards, condensing a five-meter-long broadsword.

"Lost—"

Leng Mian waved his hand to interrupt the knife, and the big knife above his head also swung with it, and two large long arms formed by gray mist protruded from the left and right of the handle, and the long arms extended into the gray mist as thick as a wall, as if there was an invisible giant in the fog slashing with a knife.

"Ghost-Shadow-Knife!!"

A knife move was swung out from the big sword, and the crescent-shaped knife qi swept all the way!

The sword is like breaking through a thousand armies - rampant in the battlefield!!

Splitting all the way, driving the surrounding gray mist to continue to pour into the sword qi and grow stronger.

Finally, when Leng Mian's figure reappeared in front of the eyes of everyone watching the battle, at the same time, the gray mist on the other side surged.

Bang Bang Bang –

There was a flat sound, and from the center of the gray fog exploded like thunder, and everyone only felt that in addition to the sound of the wind, only one buzzing sound after another was left in their ears.

Even the disciples who watched the battle area were affected, and their brains were in chaos for a short time, not to mention the chaotic storm center on the other side.

After the explosion, the gray fog gradually dissipated.

The cold face and everyone's eyes were focused on the place obscured by the remnants of the gray mist.

Boom...... Boom...... Boom......

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

No one knows why they're so nervous.

In everyone's hearts, they all have the same idea at this moment.

I want to know what kind of posture that figure will appear.

As everyone wished, the last corner of the gray mist was gone—

Everyone in the viewing area, and the other contestants waiting on the competition platform, all showed surprised expressions at that moment.

A smug smile froze on his face—

"W-How is this possible?!"

Staring at the person in front of him.

The man was neatly dressed, his body was like an ethereal dust, and his combed hair fell naturally like a waterfall, soft and black, and there was a half-like embarrassment.

Under the different expressions of everyone, the man calmly spoke: "The juggling time is over, and the next ...... It's my turn. ”