"Do you think you've won? I don't think so! Mu Le staggered to his feet, and his figure gradually straightened, as if he was gradually recovering his state.

In the end, it is a battle on the spiritual level, as long as the spirit is not exhausted, there will not be much damage, but how to hurt each other on this level? That's a little too difficult.

"Don't admit defeat? I'll hit you until you serve. ”

Wang Rong jumped high, the wolf head in his hand suddenly turned into a short dagger, the dagger was only more than a foot long, shining with an oppressive dark red, the back of the dagger was heavy, from that handle to the tip of the dagger, there was a shining silver, as if there was life.

His figure seemed to be flying, and as soon as he raised his hand, the blood dagger flew towards Mu Le with a string of dazzling golden light, and the wind that this small blood dagger brought up could actually howl. The gold chain hanging on Wang Rong's wrist was straight and still elongating, not slowing down the speed of the blood dagger at all.

Mu Le looked at the blood dagger that rushed straight to the door, and the dark red brought up by the dagger shrouded the world in front of him, looking like a boundless sea of blood.

Mu Le sneered and punched out.

Mu Le is full of confidence in his punch, but Wang Rong's weapon is his soul, can the soul be melted?

His blood dagger and Mu Le's fist collided together, frozen in mid-air, but the strangely shaped blood dagger was not damaged at all, but Mu Le's fist exploded into a deep bloody mouth, and the entire back of the fist was covered with blood, and drop by drop fell to the ground. And Wang Rong was still ruthlessly urging the blood dagger, and Mu Le's fist had already exposed the white bones.

But Mu Le couldn't retreat, as long as he dared to withdraw his fist, the blood dagger would pierce him with a thunderous force, even if he was only a mental piercing, it was also a serious injury, not even less than the physical injury.

Wang Rong is no longer in a stalemate with Mu Le, the blow just now, Wang Rong has already understood that he is his natural nemesis, and the battle between the spiritual master and the demon race should be won.

Wang Rong proudly put away the blood dagger and looked at it indifferently.

A faint blue light appeared beside him, Wang Rong's tall figure skyrocketed to more than two meters, his skin was shining with white light, and a golden "swastika" symbol appeared on each temple, and then disappeared. A black air stream slowly rose from the ground under his feet, faster and faster, like a strong tornado that instantly wrapped Wang Rong's body.

Transform!

Wang Rong had completed his transformation, but he hadn't moved yet. In his spiritual sea, the soul that had originally turned into a wolf's head was completely clear, and it was a strange-shaped double-headed hammer.

"Come on!" Wang Rong's eyes opened, and his eyes were blazing. He held a dark red blood dagger with a silver glow in each of his left and right hands, and a thick gold chain wrapped around his arm.

"Hahaha......"

Wang Rong laughed loudly, and he made a move. The Blood Dagger flew out with a deadly roar.

Wang Rong's movements were indescribably fast, he moved left and right, and the blood dagger flew in the air with the gold chain, bringing up pieces of dazzling light. With each blow, the blood dagger continued to follow the strange dark red blood shadow......

No one could see Wang Rong's movements clearly, even Mu Le could only stand in place, he wanted to fight, but he couldn't even figure out Wang Rong's location, he was shocked by Wang Rong's ghostly speed and terrifying attack power.

The two blood daggers returned to Wang Rong's hands, transforming into huge wolf heads and lion heads and putting them on Wang Rong's hands, Mu Le's face was like ashes, and from the moment his ability was ineffective against Wang Rong, he knew that he was doomed.

"Try my new trick!"

Wang Rong suddenly bent down, and the lion head in his left hand slammed into the ground with a majestic and boundless momentum, but he didn't make a sound, and Mu Le, who was standing more than ten meters away from him, suddenly felt an irresistible surge under his feet.

The ground under his feet burst open, and in the rolling dust, Mu Le was swept into the air by this huge force. Wang Rong jumped up, his right hand was raised, and the roaring wolf head flew out of his hand, with a golden light, transforming into a huge fierce wolf overflowing with black light.

The fierce wolf faced Mu Le, who was rushed into the air, and the hideous wolf head hit Mu Le's chest, followed by the wolf's claws, and held Mu Le's throat.

The wolf's head turned into a blood dagger again, and it coldly pressed against Mu Le's throat. The seemingly endless gold chain was as straight as a spear in Wang Rong's hand.

"You've lost!"

Mu Le didn't say a word, staring at Wang Rong's bloody dagger on his throat.

"You can try again." Mu Le stretched out his fingers and pulled away the blood dagger at his throat, as if it was not a spiritual battle, but a real thing.

Wang Rong looked at Mu Le, but saw him slowly walking towards him step by step, Wang Rong was inexplicable in his heart, he didn't know what he wanted to do, what should he do, if he injured or killed himself, would Mu Le affect himself?

Wang Rong hesitated in his heart, but saw that Mu Le had already launched an offensive against him, Wang Rong hurriedly stretched out his hand to block, but saw that Mu Le immediately took out a dagger from his arms, and it turned out to be a blood dagger, which was the same as his own, Wang Rong immediately waved the blood dagger, and after dozens of moves with Mu Le, there was no difference between victory and defeat. Wang Rong actually knew in his heart that he was obviously at a disadvantage, because his physique seemed to be not at the same level as Mu Le, and his internal strength was obviously not Mu Le's opponent.

Wang Rong suddenly thought that Murong Zizi had taught him the blood dagger technique, and immediately stabbed Mu Le in the neck with a dagger, and Mu Le jumped lightly and stabbed Wang Rong with one move.

Seeing that Mu Le was about to stab himself in the throat with a dagger. As soon as he arrived, he was shocked a few feet away. When Namula fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out. Wang Rong was worried about hurting him, but he was too busy to take care of himself, and he couldn't control it for a while, so he had to sit cross-legged and dredge his luck. Na Mule also began to heal his wounds.

Wang Rong and Mu Le passed, and neither of them moved. After Wang Rong finished pranayama, he opened his eyes and saw that Mu Le was still lucky, and his figure began to change again, his figure became more burly, he had torn the clothes on his body, his eyes became more confused, and his hair grew a few inches, from the original white to snow white, constantly floating in the space around him. Wang Rong stood up, walked up to Mu Le with a blood dagger in his hand, pressed the dagger against Mu Le's chest and said, "I really lost this time!" He stared at Mu Le.

Na Mule ignored Wang Rong, his body had already begun to glow, and his body was surrounded by a burst of clouds, like a protective film. Wang Rong didn't know what to do for the time being, just looked at Mu Le. From time to time, Na Mule had already stood up, and before he could stand still, he had already attacked Wang Rong with a move, Wang Rong had already prepared and jumped away easily: "Don't waste your efforts, this is a matter of restraint, not your problem." ”