The aura in Mu Wushu's body could not be gathered, and under Peng Junyue's attack, he could only keep retreating, only to feel that every punch of Peng Junyue fell, it was as if a huge mountain was falling, and every punch that fell hit his body with qi and blood churning, and flesh and blood were flying.

The red blood continued to flow, slowly dyeing his whole body into a bloody red, and the whole person seemed to have just come out of the pool of blood after soaking, and completely turned into a bloody person.

Slowly, a ferocious and tyrannical aura poured out of his body, and the huge blood shark phantom behind him reappeared, and the color of the phantom was even richer than before.

The previous Blood Shark Phantom seemed to be devouring people, but now the Blood Shark Phantom is more like a blood shark that has fallen into madness after being injured!

The boundless ferociousness surged around, and a strange red flashed between Mu Wuyi's eyes.

Blood Shark Blood Shark, only the blood shark that bleeds blood after being injured is the real blood shark.

"Dare to cast your Blood Shark Martial Soul!"

Behind Peng Junyue, a halo of earthy yellow light appeared, and a rich stench that made people faint burst out again.

"It's useless. Do you know?The two martial spirits of this son can be cast at the same time.,I wanted to leave it for the end.,I didn't expect to be forced out by you.。 ”

Blue ice flames suddenly emerged from Mu Wuving's body, and the blue ice and blood-red blood fused and converged, and seemed to merge into one.

The yellow stench had just begun to spread, but the next moment, there was a snort, which was frozen into pieces of ice under the cold flames, and then all burned into nothingness.

"Damn. ”

Peng Junyue's face was difficult to look at, although his stinky martial soul was terrifying, it was not without restrictions, after casting it once, it would take time to wait if he wanted to cast it again, and now he forcibly cast his qi, the power could not be compared with the first normal cast, otherwise no matter how strong Mu Wu's flame was, it would not be able to burn and evaporate his stench.

Now the stinky martial soul is useless, and can only rely on the fate martial spirit.

Above Peng Junyue's head, two smiling faces and three crying faces spun again, just a kung fu that couldn't breathe, the martial soul stopped spinning, and a big crying face was facing Mu Wuyi's position.

Cry...... Crying face......

Peng Junyue's face turned dark, and in an instant, his eyes became dark, and he couldn't see anything, smell, touch, and hearing...... All five senses are lost in an instant!

Fate Martial Soul, if you smile on your face, you will get lucky, but if you cry on your face, you will get bad luck.

There is luck and bad luck, this is the fate of the martial spirit.

But the problem is that he can't control the luck or bad luck of this martial spirit, and whether he gets luck or bad luck after using it still depends on luck.

Now, he's got bad luck.

"Touching ......"

Suddenly, a muffled sound was heard.

Peng Junyue's chest suddenly burst, and a vast force struck and instantly broke through his protective aura and rushed straight into his body, and the violent aura raged wildly in his body, shaking the internal organs in his body as if they were about to shatter, and a sharp pain that pierced his heart came.

With all five senses lost, he couldn't attack at all, he could only instinctively defend, but this defense was almost ineffective.

Mu Wushu fell one blow after another, and under the crazy attack, Peng Junyue's body continued to burst, pieces of minced meat flew up, and the whole person kept retreating and retreating.

Finally, when he felt that his internal organs were about to be completely shattered, the light in front of him was restored again, and his five senses were restored again.

"Bump!"

The next moment, another muffled sound came out, and Peng Junyue flew out backwards as if he had been hit by a fierce beast, and fell heavily under the ring.

"Damn, it's only one step away...... Peng Junyue raised his head with difficulty, looking at Mu Wushu who was standing in the ring, his face showed a look of unwillingness, just a little bit, as long as he could hold on a little longer, he would have the opportunity to perform the Destiny Martial Spirit again.

If he is lucky, if he is lucky, he will have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

opened his mouth, but Peng Junyue didn't make a sound again, and fainted, he was too seriously injured.

"Fatty. ”

Zheng Shiyi jumped down from the high platform and ran quickly in the direction of Peng Junyue.

"Winner, Mu is invincible!"

Under the ring, the referee's voice finally sounded again.

As this voice fell, everyone around the venue finally came to their senses, looked at Peng Junyue who fell to the ground, and then looked at Mu Wuxian, who was still standing in the ring, but he was also scarred, and his whole body was stained red with blood, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Unexpectedly, I really can't imagine that Peng Junyue, who has always won with obscenity, has such strength, if it is not the Ten Heavenly Kings he meets this time, I am afraid that he will be the one who wins. ”

"It's when he encounters the Ten Heavenly Kings, if he wasn't threatened and couldn't use obscene tactics, it wasn't certain who would win and who would lose. His strongest thing was his unguardable obscene tactics, and this time he didn't use them. ”

"Yes, if he is obscene, I'm afraid that even Zheng Shiyi may not be able to win. ”

"Peng Junyue is really terrifying, in fact, it is also Mu Wu's luck, his flame martial soul can restrain Peng Junyue's stinky martial soul, otherwise who wins and who loses is not certain?"

"Yes, Peng Junyue's second Destiny Martial Soul is bad luck, what if it's lucky? I heard that if the Destiny Martial Soul is continuously lucky, the luck that bursts out is superimposed, of course...... If you're unlucky, you're really unlucky. How much luck is exchanged for how much bad luck. So it's called the Balance Martial Spirit. ”

Mu Wushu secretly exhaled, that fate martial soul is really incredible, if Peng Junyue's second time to use the fate martial soul is lucky, I am afraid that he will really be in danger of defeat.

This fat man, as he has known before, should never have such strength.

Yes, and the fat man's treasure.

Mu Wushu got up and walked towards the group of Sea Clan's men.

Half an hour later, Peng Junyue finally woke up leisurely and looked around, but he was still in the lively Shenhou Conference venue, surrounded by Zheng Shiyi, Phantom World and Mo Xing.

"I said, the three of you are too unrighteous, the fat man and I have been injured like this, why don't you send the fat man back in a hurry and let the fat man be here?" Peng Junyue glared at Zheng Shiyi and the three of them.

"You go back to recuperate, and you also recuperate here, not to mention that there is a miracle doctor sent by King Lu here, don't be satisfied. Phantom Shi glared at Peng Junyue angrily, and habitually wanted to raise his hand to smash Peng Junyue's punch, but seeing Peng Junyue's injury, he still changed his voice and said: "It's you fat, I didn't expect you to have such strength." ”

"But the fat man still lost. Peng Junyue showed an unwilling look on his face and said: "It's a pity, there is not enough time, if you give me a few more days to understand the old Shiyi and your discussion, this time it may be the fat master and me." ”

"There's no way you're going to be able to beat him anytime soon. Phantom World shook his head lightly and said, "This time you are playing at a super level, because of your anger, you are allowed to burst out with such power." ”

"Who said it was angry, it was the fat man who was already powerful, the fat man I ......" Peng Junyue was saying, the door in front of him was opened, and Mu Wuxian's figure appeared in the room.

Glancing at the house built by the Divine Marquis Assembly to temporarily treat the injured, Mu Wushu took out a Qiankun bag and put it on the table in front of Peng Junyue, and said in a flat tone: "This is your treasure. ”

As soon as Peng Junyue heard the word treasure, he couldn't see any injury at all, his face suddenly recovered, he reached out and grabbed the treasure and looked at it, after looking at it, his face gradually returned to calm, and then he showed a dissatisfied look and shouted: "I said, you guys are too inauthentic." If you take away the fat man's baby, you will pay it back in the same amount? Which money bank now borrows money without interest?"

Mu Wudi's face twitched obviously: "If there are a lot, this son will leave." ”

"What do you want to keep if you don't leave?" Peng Junyue's eyes widened, and he glared at Mu Wuyi angrily and said, "Do you still want the fat man to thank you?" Take away the fat man's treasure and don't give interest, the fat man has never seen you pick someone like this.

Also, this time you're lucky, if it weren't for the fat man being threatened by you and not preparing well, you thought you could win?"

"Oh, are you talking about your obscene technique?" Mu Wushu laughed disdainfully, and a strong confidence suddenly appeared on his body: "You just used your obscene technique, and the final winner is still this son." ”

"What do you know about a turtle, do you know what is the ultimate obscenity?" Peng Junyue said and shook his head secretly, and said to himself: "It's a pity, fat master, I haven't cultivated yet, and I can't reach the ultimate obscenity." ”

"Yes, if you do, my son can always learn what you call the ultimate obscenity. Mu Wudi's last words fell, and he had already pushed open the door and walked out of the room.

Peng Junyue laughed softly, his smile was full of confidence, and he whispered to himself: "Fat master, how can my extreme obscenity be understood by his kind of ordinary people." ”

"It doesn't have to be obscene. Phantom World looked at Peng Junyue and sighed: "I really can't imagine that this guy of you also has dual martial souls, and he is still such a special martial soul."

That kind of fate martial soul, if there is luck in a row, I'm afraid even the Ten Wings junior brother will have a headache. ”

"Don't worry, I won't give him a chance to use his martial spirit. Zheng Shiyi looked at Peng Junyue with a strange smile.

"Old Shiyi, continue to blow, while the fat man has not yet studied and understood the fate martial spirit, you hurry up and blow, otherwise when the fat master studies and understands the fate martial spirit, you will not have a chance to blow." ”

Peng Junyue said with a smug face: "Fat master, I am studying how to make the fate martial soul appear lucky every time, if it is really done like this, then you will not be in the eyes of the fat master at all, and the fat man's goal will be...... Each Eternal Sect, the fat man will directly collect the protection fee, if he doesn't give it, the fat man will directly launch the martial spirit.

Eating, sleeping, bullying men and women, and fighting for a long time, that kind of day is simply not too cool. ”

As Peng Junyue spoke, he couldn't help but laugh obscenely.

(End of chapter)