In the silent world, Wei Cicada swung his third sword.

Mu Yang subconsciously reached out to fight.

"You're too slow. Muyang. Wei Cicada said coldly, with butcher-like precision, "Your every move, in my eyes, is like slow motion.

"I thought that in this duel, you could show any real skills. Now it seems that I am thinking too much.

"I'm tired of it. Now it's decided, end this game. ”

In the trajectory that Mu Yang had originally dodged, Wei Cicada swung straight forward with a knife that suddenly changed its angle and slashed towards him in the opposite direction.

Mu Yang suddenly felt a sharp pain hit him, and he saw that blood was spurting out of his left arm, and everything was far away from him, only the feeling of emptiness on the left side, endlessly, almost engulfed him.

His left arm was cut off.

"My ......"

Wei Chan showed his eerie white teeth and laughed:

"This knife will kill you."

In the exclamation of the audience outside the venue, Wei Cicada slashed straight at Mu Yang's chest.

The knife went straight down Mu Yang's heart. In this slash, unless it is the black dragon's "battle soul" totem, it will definitely die.

The referee on the sidelines made a gesture, ready to signal to force the end of the match.

At this moment, Huangfu Fuhuo, who was standing on a high place, said coldly: "Let them continue to fight." Don't end the game. ”

The representative of the Black Gold Group next to him pressed the button and forcibly cut off the outside world and the inner world of the arena, and when the referee outside the field tried to end the game in the arena, he was surprised to find that it had no effect at all.

"Huangfu refired, what are you doing!"

A Wei elder in the back stood up and scolded angrily,

"Huangfu refired, what are you doing! Are you trying to kill Mu Yang? ”

Huangfu Fuhuo was still expressionless, but he just turned his head and said coldly:

"If this guy named Muyang has such strength, then let him die on the field.

"The current state of the human race in the third cantilever only needs elites who can fight, and there is no need for waste.

"Either defeat the Guardian Cicada possessed by the Brain Demon today, or die, there is no third option. When I went to the battlefield to face Bethu, I also had this belief. Now that Muyang is facing Wei Cicada, he must have such a mentality. ”

At the same time, Mu Yang on the battlefield faced the long knife that was slashing straight at him, and this was the first time he felt the threat of death.

He was so close to death, even in his dreams, on the starfish, he had never felt like this.

Even if he wanted to use the Dream Master's abilities to transfer his soul, he couldn't. In the world of Speechless Three, it is a world of absolute silence and stillness, an unthinkable world that even dreams are not allowed to exist.

"Click."

But in the end, Muyang still didn't die. Wei Chan's eyes were slightly stunned when he swung this knife, the tip of his knife touched something steely, and the knife momentum was temporarily stopped.

A huge black shadow like a mountain stood in front of Mu Yang and used his hard body to block this blow for him.

Wei Cicada was a little surprised, and then withdrew the knife like lightning, jumped backwards and jumped into the distance, showing a playful smile: "I didn't expect you to have this hand." ”

In front of Mu Yang was the moon man.

I don't know why...... Wei Cicada thought to himself in his heart, if Mu Yang was really a curse telekinesis master who controlled the moon people through some special ability, then theoretically speaking, in the world of Speechless Three, this ability should also be lifted.

Then the other party naturally lost control of the moon people.

But for some reason, even if this guy loses everything, he is still able to control the Lunarians and fight for them.

Wei Chan narrowed his eyes, and his dangerous eyes were like poisonous snakes, carefully looking at Mu Yang in front of him.

Soon, though, he was relieved.

"Forget it, if you can't figure it out, don't think about it.

"Anyway, even if you come for another ten months, in the world of silence, it's all waste."

On the other side, Mu Yang controlled the moon man to block between himself and Wei Cicada, and he dragged his broken arm, which was still bleeding, and slowly walked to the edge of the arena.

The audience outside the stadium has been blown upside down by this bloody scene. However, due to the instructions of the emperor's refire, the worlds inside and outside the field were separated into two, and Mu Yang couldn't hear what was happening outside at all.

All he knew was that he was in a terrible situation, very bad.

His entire arm was cut off by the other party, and he was now in a state of heavy bleeding, if it weren't for the physical fitness of the seventh-order telekinetic master, if he was an ordinary person, he would have died of excessive blood loss.

If this was in normal times, Mu Yang would have used the ability of the Electro Psychic Master to quickly stop the bleeding.

But this is the time when no one is silent, and any ability is neutralized. The blood was still flowing, and no matter how strong Ren Muyang's body was, he gradually felt a little confused.

"I'm ...... now How long will it last? ”

Muyang didn't know. All he knew was that he was in terrible physical condition.

This is still when the opposite guard cicada did not launch an offensive against himself.

How long has it been since I became a dreammaster? How long has it been since we've been pushed into such a comical mess?

Is it because of the ability of the dream master, I have been comfortable for too long, and I have forgotten how I used to fight for survival on the waste star?

Standing on the opposite side, Wei Cicada had slowly pulled out the blade from the scabbard for the second time, flicking the blade:

"Have you rested?

"If you're rested, get ready to go to hell.

"Shepherd, Yang."

Every time Wei Cicada retracts and draws his knife, it seems to be a meaningless action, but in fact, it contains a terrible mechanism.

Every time the knife is hidden in the sheath and pulled out again, the murderous aura will be heavier and the sharpness will be sharper.

And this time, no matter how light the knife is, there is almost no difference for Mu Yang. Because a dead man doesn't care so much.

In an instant, Wei Cicada disappeared in place, and when he appeared in the next second, he had already landed beside Mu Yang.

"Goodbye, Muyang.

"I'll cut off your head and keep it as the best trophy of war."

Outside the arena, the audience almost turned upside down.

"Why didn't you stop the game yet?"

"That guy...... I'm dying. If that knife falls, it will definitely die. ”

"Hey, referee, are you blind? The winner has already been decided, why don't you stop the game? ”

On the referee's bench, the three referees in charge are also very busy at the moment.

How would they know what was going on? They had already applied to end the game three minutes earlier, but, for some reason, the transparent film of the arena had instead separated the world inside and outside the arena!