Puff puff......

The rapidly rotating fluorescence was like sharp thorns, instantly piercing through Bai Lichun's Xingyuan armor and piercing into his body.

Bai Lichun's pupils contracted sharply, and he clearly felt that his body was pierced with dozens of small holes at the same time.

The labor pain in his chest, abdomen and limbs instantly reached his soul, causing his whole body to appear numb for a short moment.

It was only at this time that Bailichun understood.

His Xingyuan armor not only couldn't resist Muyang's knife.

Even his sword couldn't resist it.

What kind of trick is this? Why can you break through the armor with just the knife brought up by the knife!

Hot blood spurted out from dozens of small holes on Bai Lichun's body.

Everyone was stunned.

Even Zhuang Yusheng was stunned, he didn't expect such a result.

Even more unbelievable is Baili Spring.

He looked at the nameless long knife in Mu Yang's hand that was only a few shots away from his heart, and his heart was full of a dreamy feeling, but listening to the snorting sound of his own blood gushing out, he felt that the power in his body seemed to be instantly emptied, and the dreamy feeling in his heart was quickly replaced by fear, and he let out an extremely sad scream.

When his terrible scream sounded, Mu Yang had already taken a few steps back.

The hot blood shot out like an arrow under the squeezing of the muscles, but not a drop of blood sprayed on Muyang's body.

With a soft pop, Bai Lichun's golden-scale sword fell from his hand, and slammed weakly into the ground in front of him, and when his body fell backwards, a clergyman had already appeared at his side, reached out to support his back, and began to apply medicine to stop the bleeding.

The loss of the sword and the intervention of the clergy both meant the end of the battle.

The aftermath of Bailichun's miserable screams was still lingering in everyone's ears, and Mu Yang calmly put the knife into the sheath, turned around and walked to the sidelines.

Yan Shisan came back to his senses, suddenly laughed loudly, and said, "I know that Xingyuan armor can't block Muyang's knife, but I still want to block it, let me say what is good about you?"

Yan Shisan's voice was loud, and in the silence at this time, almost everyone heard it.

More participating disciples recovered from their trances.

They thought of Bai Lichun's last words, and a sense of absurdity rose up, and then it was replaced by fear.

A knife.

It was still only a knife.

Muyang defeated Bai Lichun with serious injuries.

As for the fireball in his hand, many people thought it was a talisman that could be instantaneous.

It didn't matter what it was, because the rules of the game could have used any means, and the power of that fireball was almost negligible.

And the most important thing is that Mu Yang can so accurately judge that after Bailichun's sword was consumed by his own sword, the remaining strength is weaker than the power of the fireball, and the key is that he can complete such a thing completely smoothly and at the right time.

Now the more carefully I think about the final picture of Muyang's victory, the more all the candidates feel that Muyang is terrible, the more they feel that Muyang is at ease, and even feel that this qiē is in Muyang's expectation and control.

The anger on Zhuang Yusheng's face at this time had completely disappeared, and at this time he already understood that no matter how hard Bai Lichun tried, he could not be Muyang's opponent in this battle.

Because he had never seen such a terrifying young man as Mu Yang, and he had never seen such a terrifying fighting talent as Mu Yang.

"Genius, this is the real combat genius, I don't believe that the Heroic Martyr's Hall can cultivate such a disciple. ”

The Donghuang on the riverbank opened his mouth in shock, and it took a long time to spit out a sentence.

The martyr's hall he said is naturally not the martyr's hall on the surface, but the galaxy and the shadow hidden in the shadows.

"I bet that the number one in today's ranking match is none other than Muyang!"

Quicksand frowned, and instead of looking at the Eastern Emperor, he stretched out three slender jade fingers as white as green onions.

"What do you mean?"

"Uncle, this is the third inference you have made about the first place of the year, do you still want face?"

Donghuang blushed and said embarrassedly: "This, this is the last time! ”

......

"Three realms break four realms, our temple seems to be going to produce a young genius who shocked Great Xia this year. ”

In front of the grass hut on the cliff on the west side, the old man sitting on the chair had stood up at some point.

The brocade-robed young man on the side frowned slightly, his dark eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, and he said unconvinced: "What's unusual, it's just that I have learned a set of powerful sword techniques, and I am only fifteen years old in three realms and eight grades, such geniuses are countless in Kaiyang." ”

This sentence does not mean to belittle Muyang, Kaiyang City is a place where geniuses gather, whether it is a temple or the other three major cultivation holy places, the most important thing is genius, fifteen-year-old cultivators who enter the three realms and eight grades, dozens or even hundreds of people will appear every year, it is not unusual.

The old man smiled faintly and said, "When Muyang entered the hall, do you know how many realms and how many products it is?"

The brocade-robed young man paused.

"Three realms and one product. ”

The old man didn't wait for the brocade-robed young man to speak first: "In less than five months, he has been promoted to seven grades in a row, how many people are there in the temple with this kind of cultivation speed? Even if it is quicksand, it was only like that back then." ”

The face of the brocade-robed young man changed: "You mean, he is stronger than quicksand?"

"The jury is still out. ”

The old man sat back in his chair, always with a faint smile on his face.

The expression of the brocade-robed young man gradually became solemn.

......

"Ouyang Yuxian, to Kong Xing. ”

As Muyang walked out of the venue, Zhuang Yusheng shouted out the names of the two in the next battle.

At this time, the sun was setting on the western mountain, the sky was already dark, and dozens of temple attendants came from the cliffs in the distance with Xingyuan lamps for lighting, and many temple disciples and priests also appeared on all sides of this hillside.

It's just that they didn't approach the venue, but consciously stopped a few hundred meters away and quietly watched the fight on the hillside.

Hearing his name being shouted again, Ouyang Yuxian took a deep breath, moved lightly, and walked towards the venue.

When he passed by Muyang, he stopped and stopped.

"I ...... How to fight?"

For some reason, Ouyang Yuxian, who has always been proud and indifferent, had an inexplicable dependence on Muyang, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Mu Yang glanced at Kong Xing, who was walking towards the venue from the other side, and said, "Attack." ”

The competition between Ouyang Yuxian and Kong Xing started quickly.

As soon as he made a move, Ouyang Yuxian launched a stormy offensive.

This young cultivator named Kong Xing is not weak, he is even better than Lu Dongsheng before, and the exercises he practices are also good at defense, but he suffered a lot of internal injuries in the previous fight, and in the face of Ouyang Yuxian's thunderous attack, he was quickly overstretched, and he was defeated, barely supporting more than fifty moves.

As soon as the battle between the two ended, Zhuang Yusheng shouted the name of the next battle.

This time it was Fan Jian and a disciple named Lin Pingsheng who entered the game, and the scene of the previous battle was the same, at the beginning, Fan Jian always maintained an orderly stalemate with the opponent, and it was not until ninety moves later that he barely defeated the opponent with this dangerous move.

With the end of the fight between Fan Jian and Lin Pingsheng, everyone's eyes involuntarily fell on one person.