Mo Chi got up from the ground, he didn't know what he was muttering, and he rushed towards Ling Mu like crazy.

Although Mo Chi was hit hard twice by himself, Ling Mu knew that Mo Chi was powerful, and he didn't dare to hold it up, and when he saw him coming, he slapped it with one palm.

"Ahhh......h

An elder of the Mo family flew up to catch Mo Chi and said to Ling Mu on the stage: "What a vicious little bastard, it hurts people so much. ”

Listening to the words of the Mo family elder, Ling Mu was also unhappy, and counterattacked: "He didn't admit defeat, and he still came to me, I can't fight back? ”

was dumbfounded by Ling Mu, and the Mo family elder could only snort coldly and took Mo Chi out to heal.

The competition on the other side is not over, but from the current situation, Qi Hong has an absolute advantage, and it is only a matter of time before he wins.

Ling Mu didn't dare to waste a trace of time, and quickly started the "Spirit Devouring Technique", because when he had just fought against Mo Chi, his spiritual veins had a slight feeling of loosening.

Ling Mu knew that he was able to defeat Mo Chi because of the advantage of the Spirit Swallowing Technique, and if he faced Qi Hong head-on next, he really might not be able to win.

The white-haired old man who was watching Qi Hong's competition in the Ancient Sword Sect seemed to feel something, looked in Ling Mu's direction, and couldn't help but say, "Huh?"

Mu Yayao, who was on the side, noticed the master's strange behavior and asked softly, "What's wrong with the master?"

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'm old, and I seem to have hallucinated just now." ”

Mu Yayao didn't ask much, but she found that the master was still staring at Ling Mu tightly.

"Could it be that the master also takes a fancy to this Ling Mu?" Thinking that Ling Mu's performance was so good, it was normal to be favored by the master, but there was no extension of the pulse, and it was too difficult to join the Ancient Sword Sect if he couldn't reach the Spirit Gathering Mirror.

"It's not bad to let him come in first to be a handyman, and let him slowly cultivate in the Ancient Sword Sect. Just when Mu Yayao was talking nonsense, Qi Hong's side also ended.

Without any suspense, Qi Hong emerged victorious.

Enjoying the cheers, Qi Hong walked down from the ring, saw Ling Mu resting on the side, and walked over.

When he came to Ling Mu's face, he didn't care whether Ling Mu listened or not, and said directly: "Ling Mu, listen well, you admit defeat now and give up the game, you will die if you go out, and if you come to the stage, even if you admit defeat in the end, you will die." You're dead. ”

Ling Mu slowly opened his eyes, looked at the condescending Qi Hong, and said with a smile, "Then what if you die." ”

Listening to Ling Mu's words, the corners of Qi Hong's mouth twisted, he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it, leaving only a vicious smile and leaving.

Because it was the final match, it still gave both sides a moment to rest, but for cultivators, it was like a moment.

Ling Mu felt that as long as he cultivated for a while, he could break through, but he didn't have time at all, and under the repeated urging of the referee, he could only go on stage.

Looking at Ling Mu, who was urged to come to the stage, Qi Hong sneered: "Why are you still doing the last dying struggle, wanting to reach the Spirit Gathering Mirror?Heh, I'm not afraid to tell you, with the help of several elders of the Qi family last night, I have reached the sixth level of the Spirit Gathering Mirror! Not to mention that you are a waste who doesn't even have a pulse extension, even if you reach the Spirit Gathering Mirror, you are not my opponent." ”

When Ling Mu heard Qi Hong's words, he was also shocked in his heart, and secretly said that it was not good. You must know that once the Spirit Gathering Mirror breaks through the fifth level, it will be a qualitative change.

At most, I can barely cope with the fifth level of the spirit gathering mirror, and if I face the sixth weight of the spirit gathering mirror, then I am afraid that I will be more than lucky.

But now there is only a fight to the death, and there is no end to it.

"Ling Mu, go die!

I saw Qi Hong's left hand holding the back of his right hand, and a small aura gathered in the palm of his right hand, and then he jumped to Ling Mu's side, and his two hands blasted towards Ling Mu's heart.

Seeing this, Ling Mu hurriedly stretched out his right arm to resist.

With a bang, Ling Mu was directly blasted to the edge of the ring.

The people in the stands exclaimed

"I didn't expect that the sixth level of the Spirit Gathering Mirror could directly use the aura to attack. ”

"Generally, only Huang Yuanjing can do it, this Qi Hong really deserves to be a rare genius of the Qi family in a hundred years. ”

"That's right, but that Ling Mu is also amazing, under the blow, he didn't die, but his right arm is afraid to be ......"

Ling Mu propped himself up with his left hand, and looked at his right arm, which was no longer able to move, and the bones inside were afraid that all of them would be shattered.

Qi Hong was still a little surprised to see Ling Mu standing up, because he didn't expect Ling Mu to be able to withstand this blow without dying.

Although it exceeded Qi Hong's expectations, Qi Hong actually laughed, because the current Ling Mu was almost a wasted person, and he could torture him well.

Qi Hong walked over slowly, circled around Ling Mu, and said with a sneer: "Waste is still waste after all, I didn't expect you to be a cripple with one blow, it used to be a broken leg, but now it is a broken hand." Hahaha......"

Facing Qi Hong's ridicule, Ling Mu did not answer, but showed a hint of a smile.

Looking at Ling Mu who was smiling, Qi Hong was also angry, and punched Ling Mu in the chest. I only heard the "click" Ling Mu's sternum was broken alive, and his chest was sunken.

"The waste is laughing. Qi Hong approached Ling Mu step by step

Ling Mu, who had broken his sternum, got up again, spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, looked at Qi Hong, and said with a sneer: "Qi Hong, you are dead, ahhh......h

I saw Ling Mu roar angrily, and his broken right arm was slowly raised, and a faint light spread from his shoulder to his palm.

Someone in the stands noticed that something was wrong, stood up and shouted, "This Ling Mu is expanding the pulse! ”

"What! Actually broke through in battle, he went crazy!"

"Qi Hong won't give him this chance!"

Qi Hong also found that something was wrong, rushed over, and blasted at Ling Mu with a punch.

At this time, Ling Mu, who had a surge of aura in his body, saw Qi Hong's punch coming towards him, and he didn't avoid it, but also took it with a punch with his left hand.

"Bang", the fists of the two collided together, and a wave of aura fluctuated unexpectedly, shaking the two back a few steps.

Ling Mu also took advantage of this opportunity to frantically expand his spiritual veins.

"Ahh......h It hurts, what's going on, my spiritual vein!" "The spiritual vein of ordinary people is generally the thickness of a finger, and the thicker the spiritual vein, the stronger the spiritual power.

However, Ling Mu found that the spiritual veins on his right arm were five times as thick as others, and they were almost as thick as his own arm.

Ling Mu felt as if the essence blood in his body was burning: "Could it be that it is the reason for the Vermilion Bird essence blood that my spiritual veins have become so strong." ”

Because the green silk glazed sword absorbs its own aura through the essence blood of the Vermilion Bird.

Sure enough, Ling Mu found that there was a lot of pale golden essence blood in the spiritual veins of his right arm forcibly expanding the spiritual veins, although he was puzzled, but for Ling Mu, this was a great thing.