The sun is high. The sky is gray and blue. It's past noon.

The warm winter sun shines through the clouds and magic trees, creating dappled shadows on the ground, and the light is strange.

But that glimmer of light did not have any temperature, just like Jia Xiaoyi's cold smile at this moment.

Mu Zifeng is also on guard, he can't say when, Jia Xiaoyi will launch a surprise attack, he knows very well that others can't do this kind of thing like a sneak attack, but he, Jia Xiaoyi, must be familiar with the road.

Without him, Jia Xiaoyi's viper-like cold personality is the cause.

The wind rises. The wind was small at first, like a pair of small hands caressing the cheeks, which had a unique poetic feeling. But in an instant, the wind suddenly became stronger, and it made a whining sound, which made people's eyes hurt.

It was Jia Xiaoyi who moved, with the help of the wind, the moment Mu Zifeng blinked, Jia Xiaoyi was like a cheetah that had already been eyeing an opportunity, and pounced on Mu Zifeng.

In the sky, there was a thirty-zhang fist shadow flying towards Mu Zifeng. The shadow of the fist made a stabbing sound with the wind, as if it had shattered the air.

"Sixth-Order Great Demon King Peak!"

Because Jia Xiaoyi no longer hid his strength, all his strength was exposed between heaven and earth at that moment. So that all the disciples and elders can see it clearly.

"This Jia Xiaoyi is really Tianjiao!"

"I'm afraid that this Jia Xiaoyi is unsurpassed among the disciples!"

"President Jia is mighty!"

"President Jia is invincible!"

The most surprising thing is that a phantom suddenly appeared out of thin air behind Jia Xiaoyi, it was the shadow of a demon tiger, twenty zhang in size, although it was not particularly clear, but it already had a general outline, the demon tiger opened its teeth and danced its claws, raised its head and roared, and its fangs were exposed, and he hated to devour all nothingness.

That momentum was enough to make any first-order demon king powerhouse bow and worship, trembling all over, and thus lose the meaning of resistance.

The sky darkened steeply, and it was the shadow of the demon tiger that covered the void, the sun, and the hearts of everyone in the stands.

"Transfiguration Nothingness?!He has reached the realm of Transfiguration Nothingness?"

This illusion of nothingness is an extremely high realm, generally only the strong of the Demon Venerable level can be cast, can conjure a strong shadow out of thin air behind the back, and the monk uses the power of the shadow to condense all the power in the void, and the moves can invisibly use the energy of heaven and earth, because the shadow is originally condensed by the power of heaven and earth, and has been recognized by heaven and earth. As a result, the magic in the body will be inexhaustible. The power of heaven and earth is incomparable.

"You're so deceitful!" felt the coercion that made my heart feel several times smaller. Mu Zifeng roared, his eyes emitted a black, yellow and green light, the light was five feet long, even in broad daylight, it was shining, like a rainbow in the sky, dazzling. The defense of the earth bead is maximized, and the blessing of the wind bead is all on the right palm.

An emerald green palm shadow the size of thirty zhang, like a substance, with a terrifying coercion that made people palpitate, did not care about any abnormal movement of the black shadow in mid-air, and pounced on the fist shadow.

"What kind of martial art is this? It looks like a very domineering shadow!"

"Why do I feel like I'm having trouble breathing?"

"yes, my eyes are sore, I can't see clearly!"

"Me too!"

Everyone in the stands let out an exclamation from the bottom of their hearts, it was really the emerald green palm shadow that brought them more pressure than even the demon tiger behind Jia Xiaoyi.

Since he had advanced to the peak of the sixth-order Great Immortal Master, it was the first time that Mu Zifeng had used the Wind Breaking Palm, and he didn't know what level it would reach.

"Poof-boom!"

The fists collided and made an amazing sound, no less than the rolling thunder summoned by Mu Zifeng using the Wind Thunder Bell.

The strong wind was centered on the junction of fists and palms, spreading out in all directions, and the shock wave was countless times more powerful than the beast pill that Mu Zifeng had detonated the demon beast of the Demon King Rank.

"Boom!"

The entire life and death arena collapsed in an instant, and the defensive formation flickered twice before turning into nothingness.

Jia Xiaoyi's fist shadow and Mu Zifeng's palm shadow were frozen in mid-air for less than three breaths, just like a puff of green smoke encountering a strong wind, instantly tilting towards Jia Xiaoyi's direction, and the emerald green palm shadow also gradually faded, but did not dissipate, but flew towards Jia Xiaoyi with the fist shadow.

In less than a breath, the palm shadow was suddenly imprinted on Jia Xiaoyi's right shoulder.

"Ahh

Jia Xiaoyi let out a miserable scream, and the whole person was instantly hit three hundred meters away by the palm wind that rushed over, and in mid-air, a large mouthful of blood rushed out of his mouth.

If it weren't for the fact that his star body had also been refined to the early stage of Dacheng, and his entire body had been infinitely strengthened, I am afraid that today's Mu Zifeng's palm would have torn him apart and turned into a rain of blood, thus dying of death.

But even so, the blood in his mouth was soaring, his breath suddenly withered, and the seven-colored demon pupils were half-open and half-closed, and there was a danger that he would not be able to open them at any time.

On the other hand, Mu Zifeng, like a sword that soars to the sky, stands proudly in place, with a head without a single hair, and a gray homespun robe, making his whole person look like a god from the Sanskrit sound world, with infinite justice, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

"What? President Jia is defeated?"

"Mu Zifeng didn't use the magic treasure, but he still defeated President Jia?!"

"President Na Jia is a peak powerhouse of the sixth-order Great Demon King, looking at the entire Shengyao Guang Mountain, except for those hidden Taishang Elders, he may be able to rank in the top three, but he was defeated?!"

For a moment, the disciples and elders in the stands couldn't believe their eyes, stretched their necks, opened their mouths wide, and didn't want to come out of the scene in front of them, so that there was no sound in the square at all, and the needles could be heard.

"Knock! knock!"

Mu Zifeng walked towards Jia Xiaoyi step by step, every step was like stepping on everyone's heart, making their breathing stop and their hearts to stop.

Everyone understands the truth of eliminating evil, but now it is Jia Xiaoyi's turn, for some reason, all the disciples actually gave birth to a trace of sad emotions, which seemed to be contagious, making everyone close their mouths and just staring at the scene stupidly, like a wood carving clay sculpture.

"Enough!"

With a broken drink, a figure suddenly flew in the sky, slowly falling between Mu Zifeng and Jia Xiaoyi.

Who is this man? Why did he come without any warning?

It's definitely not from Shengyao Guangshan!

No one knew when the figure had come to the square, as if he had always existed.

The corners of Mu Zifeng's mouth began to turn up slightly.

"Is it finally willing to show up?" the corners of his mouth immediately turned up to a nice arc.

His spiritual power had already discovered that there was a strong man watching, and that spiping was different from the frankness of the dozen or so powerful spiritual powers in Shengyao Guangshan, and this person was a bit sneaky and like a thief. But he just couldn't lock the man's position, and now the man still popped out on his own.

He couldn't help but look closely.

The man looked very old, and the skin on his face was folded and folded, and from the cracks in the folds, two rays of light shot out. It was the light formed by the seven-colored demon pupils, noble, cold, and aggressive.

The old man's ten fingers were like chicken paws, and like dry tree roots, and they were all cracked black calluses, and they looked like dried corpses were coming back to life.

In fact, the old man looked no different from a dried corpse, his back was curved, like a shrimp, his body was so thin that it seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, his chest was close to his back, and his arms and thighs were like those of an eight-year-old child.

But whoever really treats him as a dry corpse is very wrong. As he walked there, there was a coercion from his own side, which was from the heart, just like a mortal who saw a god, and couldn't help but have an urge to bow and worship.

He walked in from the formation he had just recovered so easily, as if that formation didn't exist at all.

"Nangong Ancestor!" Jia Xiaoyi's lips twitched, revealing a miserable smile.

"Hmm!"

The old man blushed and nodded indifferently, and his grinning mouth was bare with pale pink gums, and there was not a single tooth on it.

"Who is this man?"

"I don't know, it may be the Hidden Ancestor, right?!"

There was an uproar in the stands.

Seeing this person, the three Gu brothers glanced at each other and smiled wryly, "Why did you toss this old monster out?!"

"The old man asked you to stop, are you willing?" Nangong Jue black, yellow, blue, red, blue, green, purple, and seven-colored demon pupils looked at Mu Zifeng aggressively, how could there be any intention to discuss.

"Junior...... The juniors obeyed!" Jia Xiaoyi spoke first weakly but respectfully.

"Oh, why!" Mu Zifeng frowned, not at all intimidated by the old man's momentum.

"Hehe, it's a bit interesting! Why? Just because of the ancestor, I am Nangong Jue!" Nangong Jue grinned toothless and laughed dryly.

"Nangong Jue, I haven't heard of it!" Mu Zifeng touched his nose and said indifferently.

"Of course you haven't heard of it, three hundred years ago, when this ancestor entered the Holy Sect, you didn't know where you were reincarnated!" Nangong Jue Sen said.

"So what?" Mu Zifeng forbade his nose.

"Bold! Mu Zifeng, how can you talk to Nangong Ancestor?" Jia Xiaoyi staggered to his feet as if he had been injected with a heart booster, but he staggered, his throat was salty, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and went down to pee again.

"You save some strength, we're not done yet!" Mu Zifeng said with a smile.

"You ......" Jia Xiaoyi had never felt as aggrieved as he did today, and in front of almost all the disciples of Shengyao Guangshan, not only was he seriously injured, but he also had to rely on external forces to beg for mercy.

"Poof!" he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Didn't you hear this ancestor talking to you, this competition is over!" Nangong Jue's thin body suddenly exuded a powerful momentum.