Chapter Ninety-One [Sword Saint Pretending to Be Forced!] (Ask for Recommendation)

"The big scum system, give me the prize of using the peerless master's possession!"

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"The host command has been accepted by the system"

"Peerless Master Possession Award Successfully Used"

"Possessed person being notified"

"The character has received the order and is crossing"

"Crossing Success"

"The host pure small sword will be possessed by the Infinite Sword Master for ten seconds"

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A series of prompts, which may seem like a long story, are actually only for a moment.

Mu Feng on the stage was stunned in an instant. He only felt that the pure little sword at this moment seemed to have changed into a person, and the momentum exuded from his body was surging and terrifying.

A strong sense of crisis instantly enveloped Mu Feng's entire body.

"Please set the Juggernaut level on the host"

"Do you still need to ask, just give me the full level!"

"Please choose the Juggernaut outfit!"

Chun Xiaojian thought about it, and he decided to add all the equipment to the two aspects of critical hits and attack speed, so that he would directly open up for a while, such attack speed and critical hits, how could he beat Mu Feng into a dog.

"Boots, Infinity Blade, Ruined and King's Blade ....." The pure small sword doesn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, the critical attack speed is all out, and in the end, this guy's eyes lit up and an electric knife was added.

With the moment the setting was completed, the gaze of the pure little sword became cold again.

He looked at Mu Feng, whose face was abrupt, and the majestic sound exploded like a thunderstorm in the nine heavens.

"Demon beast, your emperor, here!!"

The next moment, the pure small sword directly released the ultimate move of the Infinite Sword Master, the movement speed instantly increased by 45%, the attack speed increased by 80%, plus the bonuses of various equipment, the pure small sword at this time was simply a mad dog with chicken blood.

I couldn't see the attack path of the pure little sword at all, and I only saw the Dao Phantom flashing in front of my eyes. Mu Feng was shocked and hurriedly retreated.

But for the Infinite Sword Saint who was as fast as the wind, how could Mu Feng, who had just entered the Origin Mortal Realm, be his opponent!

The pure small sword swung the sword angrily, and under the huge attribute bonus, the attack speed of the pure small sword undoubtedly reached a terrifying level. Even Mu Feng had just seen the attack of the pure little sword, and the Infinite Sword had already been slashed down angrily.

"Bang!"

With the sound of metal colliding, under the huge kinetic energy of the blade in the pure little sword's hand, Mu Feng was directly smashed into the ring, the gravel cracked, and a huge pit appeared on the bluestone-paved battle platform in an instant.

The pit was not deep, it was only trapped in half of Mu Feng's body, but it was just right for Ke Chun's next attack.

"Bang!"

Another sword.

I saw the electric light flickering, and then it was a heart-rending scream on the side of the ring, the electric knife equipped with a pure small sword undoubtedly played a role at this moment, and the static charge reached a hundred layers of the Starik electric knife released all the electric energy in an instant, and the four men and women who were guarding the ring to cheer for Mu Feng stopped abruptly, and then came a heart-rending scream.

"Ma Dan, let you not cheer for the emperor!"

The pure small sword and electric knife are just to teach this group of brainless fans a lesson, and when they hear their screams at this moment, the comfort in their hearts is indescribable.

Facing the Sword Saint in the mad dog state, Mu Feng is not dead. The pure little sword is estimated to be what defensive treasure should be installed on his body, otherwise how could there be a sonorous sound when the sword was slashed just now.

But it's okay, if you can't cut it with one knife, then cut ten knives, a hundred knives!

The pure little sword ran over again, and swung the sword directly as a knife, slashing dozens of swords in a second, the Wuji Sword Saint in a berserk state was a mad dog, the attack speed was so fast that even the pure little sword himself couldn't see the sword clearly, just by feeling, he slashed wildly at Mu Feng, who was lying on the ground and screaming by the ghost who was cut by himself.

The entire venue was stunned, because from beginning to end, they didn't see Mu Feng make a move at all.

At the beginning, he was forced to scold Chun Xiaojian, and then he was directly slashed into the ring by the angry Chun Xiaojian, and then he never stood up again.

The eyes of destruction on the high platform were almost shattered, and he squeezed his eyes over and over again, just to see if he was wrong.

But the facts in front of him told him that he was just going to recommend him as the image ambassador of [Taiya], the male god in the hearts of a group of rookie warriors, the top genius who happened once in ten years, and the genius boy Mu Feng, who was about to be nominated for super A-level, has now been cut into a dog by a pure sword.

"Estimate... I guess it's going to be chopped into mashed meat!"

Looking at the pure small sword that was still slashing wildly on the platform, the old face of destruction couldn't help but twitch again and again.

And offstage, Li Tianjian Jiangyang and they had long been stunned, there was no sound in heaven and earth, and in their minds, only the long sword that Chun Xiaojian kept chopping down, and Mu Feng's heart-rending roar.

As for the female fans of Mu Feng, their eyebrows were wide one by one, their little hands covered their mouths in disbelief, and they looked at the male god in their hearts with a shocked face, and they were cut into a pen by a pure small sword at this moment.

The impact was so strong that everyone couldn't believe it.

How could it be? How could Brother Feng be crushed by the scum of Pure Little Sword?

"No way, this can't be!"

"It must be a mistake!"

"Hallucinations, absolutely hallucinations!"

"It's definitely wrong, the one lying on the ground must be a pure little sword!"

Although everyone was in disbelief, the truth was close at hand, and Mu Feng's roar even echoed in his ears.

Before, everyone had no doubt that Pure Xiaojian was the most vegetable in this session, the lowest F-level in history, with an average score of one point in the physical test, none of the two games were won by strength, and he had never participated in the special training after a month of absenteeism.

This kind of person is a complete waste in their minds.

However, today it is this boy who they unanimously consider to be a waste, but he is madly abusing their idol male god on the battle stage in front of everyone.

At this moment, Mu Feng became the image of a male god who was a powerhouse in the Yuanfan Realm at a young age, but he quietly collapsed.

This young man, who was idolized by them in front of the world, didn't use a single move in front of the pure little sword.

From beginning to end, he scolded a bad pen and pretended to be forced, and then he was beaten into a bad pen by a pure small sword.

"Alright, stop fighting!"

The destruction can't stand it anymore, and if it continues to fight, it is estimated that Mu Feng will really be chopped into meat puree by the pure small sword.

"Pure Xiaojian, you won, you are the number one in this year's points, stop!" Destruction was about to kneel down and beg him.

"It's really hacked to death if you cut it again!"

However, how could Chun Xiaojian listen to him?

Swinging his sword like the wind, he is still slashing wildly.

Not to mention, Mu Feng's baby is quite durable, and it hasn't been cut for so long. But that's good, he didn't want to kill Mu Feng in the first place, he can just be disabled, and the pure little sword is mainly pretending to be forced today.

Didn't those demon beasts laugh at the emperor's F-level, didn't they laugh at the emperor's vegetables?

This time, the emperor will slap you in the face with facts.

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