Mu Yang slashed from the bottom to the top with his sword, Hou Ping's speed was not bad, and he immediately withdrew the iron rod to block it.

But Muyang was like cotton, flying backwards as soon as he blocked it, drifting like a ghost in this snow.

"Pretend to be a ghost, watch the stick!"

Hou Ping relied on the length of his weapon, with a wide range of attacks, and fought indiscriminately around him, wanting to avoid Muyang getting close.

And Mu Yang has almost figured out this guy's strength after a round of fighting just now.

"Brother Dog, don't say it, the level of the disciples of the Infinite Sect is really not very good, although he is the seventh level of the Spirit Vein Realm, and he is also a real combat power, I feel that he is barely about the same as me, this is the advantage of the disciples of the Falling Moon Valley." ”

There was a senior brother who analyzed with Mu Yang before, the strength of the disciples of Falling Moon Valley is generally one realm higher than that of outsiders, at first Mu Yang was still skeptical, but now he believes that Hou Ping is real rubbish.

Originally, he wanted to use a multi-function speaker, but now it seems that he should not be able to use it.

With his skillful kamikaze step, Hou Ping couldn't catch up with Mu Yang at all, let alone attack Mu Yang, all his attacks were free, and he was slipped by Mu Yang like a dog.

"You have the ability to fight me head-on! Always hiding, what kind of hero!"

Hou Ping was so angry with Mu Yang that he was really irritable, he already regretted a little that he didn't follow Jiang Chao's advice before coming.

Originally, Jiang Chao planned to inform Hou Ping of Muyang's fighting style and methods, but Hou Ping relied on himself to be one realm higher than Muyang, and he didn't take Muyang in his eyes at all, so he didn't listen to Jiang Chao much. Now, he finally realized that he was underestimating.

It's a pity, it's too late, after some tossing just now, half of his aura has been consumed, and he has completely lost the momentum he had at the beginning, so Muyang naturally can't let go of such a good opportunity.

So, Mu Yang transferred to Hou Ping's back, raised the Longyang Sword in his hand, his eyes revealed a trace of blood, and the golden spiritual power attached to the sword body also turned blood red!

"Hehe, is it a martial art? Let you see what a martial art is! Demon Ape Thirteen Sticks!"

This is Hou Ping's killer weapon, a yellow-level high-grade martial art, this move has a total of thirteen sticks, after each stick, the power is superimposed, and the power is infinite.

While performing martial arts, Hou Ping's own strength will also be raised to the highest state, like a rampaging ape, domineering and unparalleled, with sticks connected, once started, it cannot be interrupted.

However, Mu Yang smiled, because when he learned about Hou Ping's information, he specially consulted his senior brother about this martial art, although the Demon Ape Thirteen Sticks are powerful, but there is a fatal drawback, that is, it is a melee martial art!

And Muyang is now more than ten meters away from Hou Ping, he can't hit it at all!

On the contrary, the Red Sky Heart Sword, which Mu Yang was accumulating, could be launched remotely.

The moment the eyes of the two sides collided, Mu Yang swung out that blood-colored sword light!

"Bloodstained!"

"Hmph, just a child, dare me to compete!" Until this moment, Hou Ping was still full of confidence, and rushed forward with an iron rod.

However, when he had just hit the first stick, he was completely dumbfounded, what was originally just a lonely blood light turned into thousands of tiny blood swords at this moment!

Hou Ping, who realized that the problem was wrong, immediately retreated, the blood stain was already in front of him, and he had no chance to change direction to dodge at all, so he could only throw out one stick after another, and use the thirteen sticks of the demon ape for defense.

Not to mention, he was quite proficient in the use of this martial art, and the speed of swinging his stick was extremely fast, although he urgently turned to defense, he resisted most of the blood swords, and only a small part of the sword light passed through his defense, leaving small wounds on his body.

For Hou Ping, such an injury is just a skin injury, and it is not in the way.

"Haha! It's a ball, so big momentum, I thought it was ......"

"Worship the sky!"

Hou Ping didn't take a breath just yet, but suddenly smelled a smell of blood, and settled down to look at Muyang, a huge blood-colored sword shadow stood on top of Muyang's head!

From this sword shadow, a terrifying power came out, and this level of attack made him swallow back the unfinished words.

He seemed to be locked by Mu Yang, and looking at the powerful moves, his legs were a little weak.

Mu Yang did not release it directly, but still had the heart to perform a divine wind step, transferring around Hou Ping at high speed, and for a while, Hou Ping didn't know where to run away.

"Damn!

He gritted his teeth, stuck the iron rod on the ground, held the stick with both hands, and frantically instilled spiritual power into it, and a black energy shield appeared from it, surrounding Hou Ping.

And Muyang finally stopped at this time, and struggled to split the sacrificial sky in his hand!

Rumble!

The huge shadow of the sword slammed into the black shield solidly.

But the stage of stalemate in people's imagination did not appear, and under the pressure of the sacrifice to the sky, the protective shield was directly smashed by the sword shadow and slashed on the top of Hou Ping's head.

In an instant, the golden divine light spread all over Hou Ping's body, and Mu Yang also felt a huge force rebounding back from the sword.

This is the last barrier for the contestants, the Golden Body Circle!

Mu Yang just used this sword, and he directly killed this magic circle!

"Crush me!"

Muyang gritted his teeth and increased the strength in his hand, whether he wanted to output spiritual power like money.

Boom!

Finally, after three breaths, the golden light exploded and scattered into a flood of golden light!

At the same time, Hou Ping spit out a mouthful of fresh arrows and flew upside down, opening a distance of a hundred meters from Muyang.

As if he had lost his mind, Hou Ping kept shaking his head, clutching his chest and muttering: "Impossible!

And Muyang is too lazy to care about him anymore, after this battle, Hou Ping will definitely be seriously injured, not for seven or eight days, don't want to recover, if it wasn't for Muyang to stop at the last moment, he is afraid that he is now crippled, and the aftermath of the sacrifice is enough to kill him.

Only then did Mu Yang put away his spiritual power, took a few pills to restore his spiritual power, and looked at the back of his hand, the original number "eleven" has now become "twelve".

This means that Mu Yang successfully defeated Hou Ping and snatched his points, almost at the same time, on the sect score list above the square, the points of the Falling Moon Valley were increased by one, and the points of the Infinite Sect were reduced by one.

At this moment, the Infinite Sect collectively fell into silence.

After all, they still underestimated Muyang's strength, and it was no secret that Falling Moon Valley had made their disciples have high combat effectiveness through special teaching methods.

However, Mu Yang's attainments in refining weapons were so high, they mistakenly thought that Mu Yang had spent all his thoughts on refining weapons, and his cultivation should be much weaker than ordinary disciples, but the truth was that they thought too much.