In the ring.

Mu Chen stood with his hands in his hands, the impact just now only shattered a piece of cloth on his cuffs, he looked down at Mu Fan and did not speak.

"Again... Come again!"

Mu Fan struggled to stand up, his body was shaky, but there was no trace of admitting defeat on his pale face: "The blow just now is already your full strength, and now you are at the end of the crossbow, can you still fight?"

Mu Chen was as calm as water, and said, "It doesn't matter how much combat power I have, what matters is how many seconds your body can stand?"

Burst!

As soon as Mu Chen's words fell, Mu Fan spurted out another mouthful of blood, lay down heavily, closed his eyes and passed out in unwillingness.

There was silence in the stands, obviously not expecting that this most ordinary young man among the Mu family's disciples would knock down the sun-like Mu Fan with one punch, causing everyone to fall into a state of stupor.

"Okay, Brother Muchen has won!"

With Mu Xuan's silver bell-like voice ringing in the audience, bursts of cheers broke out in the stands, although Mu Chen's talent was mediocre in the past, but he was very good to his subordinates on weekdays, without the slightest young master's shelf, so he won him extremely popularity, and the unprecedented cheers were like a heat wave, which lasted for a long time.

After the six elders announced Mu Chen's victory, they began the second semi-final match, with Mu Lei facing Mu Xuan.

Mu Lei is still an overwhelming strong play, he made three knives in a row, and in the third knife was already on Mu Xuan's slender neck, and the game was won by Mu Lei without suspense.

Mu Xuan snorted lightly, made a grimace at Mu Lei and ran out of the ring, and then pestered Mu Chen, shouting to avenge himself, Mu Chen had nothing to do with this sister, so he had to agree.

After a break of more than half an hour, the final finally began.

In this competition, no one dares to be sure who will win in the end, because the overwhelming strength shown by Mu Chen and Mu Lei has convinced everyone, and no one will doubt that the strength of the two to reach the final will have the slightest moisture.

"Great Elder, do you think which of the two can win?" said Mu Haoran with a smile.

The Great Elder was silent for a moment and sighed: "After all, Lei Er is two years older than Young Master Mu Chen, if the cultivation of the two of them is at the peak of the ninth layer of the martial body, then Lei Er will definitely be defeated, but now, Lei Er should be slightly better!"

"Yes, but I'm quite optimistic about my nephew!" Mu Haoran smiled.

"Then let's look at the final result, no matter who wins in the end, I'm happy, I'm very happy that Lei'er can have such a result!" said the Great Elder.

The sun is setting, it is dusk at this time, and it is also at the end of this clan meeting, but it is the most ** of the clan meeting.

In the ring, the setting sun pulled the figures of the two teenagers to the elder.

Mu Lei was still dressed in a simple cyan linen clothes, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were staring coldly at the front: "Young Master Mu Chen, you surprised me very much, I will fight with you with all my might, I hope you don't let me down!"

"I'll do my best!" Mu Chen moved the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes were extremely serious.

"Let's get started!"

There was a hint of excitement in the expression of the six elders, and they couldn't wait to say.

"Young Master Muchen has taken it!"

A delicate red figure appeared under the ring, it was Red Sleeves, and threw a leather package on it.

"Thank you, Redsleeves!"

Mu Chen caught it and opened the package, which turned out to be a bright sword, engraved with the word "Absolute Dust".

Mu Chen is determined to win this competition, but if he wants to defeat Mu Lei, he must use the Absolute Dust Sword, the reason why he did not put this sword into the storage ring is because he does not want to reveal the storage ring in front of everyone, after all, this thing is only owned by a few big people of the Mu family.

Everyone was stunned, and Mu Haoran on the rostrum was slightly moved, and muttered: "Could it be that Chen'er is best at making swords?" This seems to be a low-grade treasure, it seems that the eldest brother is hidden deep enough, even I don't know that he has such a sword!"

Mu Lei stared at him and said: "Inferior treasure weapon, I don't know how many layers of power it can exert in your hands!"

"Won't you know if you try it, spring breeze and rain!"

Mu Chen's sword stabbed out, it was the first form of the Prison Sword Technique, turning into more than a dozen sword shadows in the air, the speed was not fast, but it was not leaking, making people unguardable, and it shrouded towards every big hole in Xiao Lei's body.

"Wind news!"

Mu Lei shouted, and the battle knife in his hand slashed out, and the windy wind was raging, and the colorless wind blade remnants came out horizontally, colliding with the dozen sword shadows that stabbed each other, making a fierce metal collision sound.

More than a dozen sword shadows were quickly split apart by the wind blade blade, and Mu Lei slashed again, and a burst of even faster wind blade blade slashed over.

"The autumn rain continues!"

Mu Chen's sword moves changed continuously, and the sword immediately protected his whole body, and each sword blocked the extremely sharp wind blade, consuming Mu Lei's attacks with continuous strength.

"Lightning strike!"

Mu Lei held the knife with both hands, and slashed out, a ten-meter-long knife condensed, which also contained a trace of electric light, and pressed down on Mu Chen's head, this is the thunder move in the wind and thunder knife method, with the power of thunder and lightning, good at strong attacks, and extremely powerful.

"Summer thunderstorms!"

Suddenly, as if he could hear the muffled sound of thunder and lightning, Mu Chen slashed out with a sword, and one after another sword lights swept out, like a raging storm, towards the huge sword ray.

Bell Bell ......

A crisp impact sounded, sparks shot out, and the strength pierced the thick bluestone ring through countless fist-sized holes, Mu Chen's eyes were firm, and he put the sword across his head, and the vitality in his body was urged out to the extreme, confronting the other party.

After all, Mu Chen's cultivation was weaker than the other party, and his stamina was still a little worse under the attack, and the sword light was scattered by the huge sword and pressed on the sword body raised by Mu Chen.

The Absolute Dust Sword bent slightly, and then straightened, Mu Chen's toes were a little, and his body retreated with strength, and the huge impact force shook the qi and blood in his body, but he couldn't help but shout, "Happy!"

"This is just the beginning! Kazekage!"

Mu Lei took a few steps, and his body disappeared into the ring strangely, as if he merged with the wind, only to see a black wind flying rapidly around Mu Chen.

Mu Chen's brows furrowed slightly, his face was unprecedentedly solemn, and a young man who was usually careless rarely had such a look.

"Slash!"

Mu Lei's figure suddenly appeared behind Mu Chen, and with lightning speed, he slashed down with a knife in both hands.

Mu Chen's back was cold, and he hurriedly used his luck to protect his body's true qi to protect the big points of his body, turned around, and waved his sword and war knife together.

Clang!

Mu Chen's body retreated, the cold sword still did not disperse, and the remaining strength cut through his body protection true qi, cut on his chest, forming a ten-centimeter wound, fortunately, it was just in the flesh, and there was no big problem.

Mu Lei's figure disappeared again, and soon reappeared on Mu Chen's left, and he slashed down again. Mu Chen held his sword again to block, his body retreated again, and there was another wound on his left arm. After a few more attacks, Mu Chen's body already had a lot of scars, although the wounds were not deep, there was still blood flowing out, dyeing most of his snow-white clothes red, almost half of them bloody.

"Young Master Muchen, admit defeat quickly!"

"Brother Muchen, I won't let you avenge me, come down quickly!"

Red Sleeves and Mu Xuan stood together, their pretty faces showing anxious expressions, and shouted in the ring.

"In the end, it is still two years older than Lei'er, if he wins next year, it is unknown!"

The Grand Elder in the stands sighed, so happy that he did not have his son in his hands.

"Perhaps!"

Mu Haoran didn't think that Mu Chen could win in such a desperate situation.

"It's better to cut a few more knives to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

The second elder's eyes were fierce, and he said secretly in his heart.

On the pavilion in the distance, Shen Yuru's face was even more anxious, and she pulled her husband's cuffs vigorously and said, "Haotian, what should I do, the dust will not be able to hold it like this, you can quickly stop the competition!"

Mu Haotian stared at Mu Chen in the ring with a pair of tiger eyes: "Only a martial artist who has been tempered by thousands of difficulties and dangers can become the strongest, if Chen'er wants to go further on the road of martial arts, he must go through such a battle of life and death, so as to stimulate his potential, this is an opportunity, as long as his life is not in danger, we still don't interfere!"

Shen Yuru still didn't give up: "I don't want to become a strong man, I just want him to be healthy and live a happy life, if you don't want to make a move, I'll stop it!"

As he spoke, he was about to flash down the attic.