Regarding the thick shock and noise outside the field, Mu Lin seemed very calm, not distracted, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Wang Zhiji in front of him.

Mu Lin also knows that there are mountains outside the mountains, there are heavens outside the sky, and there are people outside the people, and they don't know how to deal with braids if they don't care, and since Wang Zhiji is so optimistic about the Wang family, he is not an idle person in Biyun Sect.

Wang Zhiji's face was a little sneering, and the crowd of supporters of the Wang family outside the venue heard bursts of cheering from time to time, listening to it in his ears, it was very comfortable, and then his steps suddenly stepped out.

His palms turned into like a poisonous snake coming out of his pupils at this moment, extremely sensitive, ten fingers around his fingertips, like a snake's head moving extremely quickly, coupled with the additional increase of the source qi, his palms danced and emitted a hollow-breaking whistling sound, and while the friction intensified, the whistling sound became even more fierce.

"Breaking the Sky", Biyun Sect's yellow-level middle-grade martial arts, is also the most proud set of boxing techniques practiced by Wang Zhiji.

The moves are extremely ruthless, especially good at killing people and seizing things, and Wang Zhiji has made a lot of contributions to him in several times, which makes Wang Zhiji attach great importance to this set of skills.

"Whew..."

Wang Zhiji's lightning-fast moves invaded in front of Mu Lin very quickly, and his mind was moved, and in the face of Wang Zhiji's slightly fierce attack, Mu Lin's expression was solemn.

However, he did not avoid his edge, and he took a roundabout way, with the current strength of the curtain forest, the younger generation has few opponents.

Silently reciting the heart method, the huge source qi of the True Source Heart Sutra was touched, and the Xuanwu palm posture was immediately opened, and the hands danced in a group, and the mysterious palm wind spread and scattered like autumn wind and falling leaves.

"Bang bang..."

The sharp palm winds struck each other, and the moment they collided abruptly, the source qi fluctuations of the two spread violently, and the dazzling palm wind roared and lingered, and they fiercely took advantage of each other's flaws to step forward and take a bite, and the low sound of fusion was endless.

Under the gaze of many nervous eyes, the two figures in the ring flickered rapidly, and every time they staggered, they would cause a violent collision, and the majestic source qi made every palm of the two people feel terrifying.

Looking at the fierce confrontation in the game, many people couldn't help but sigh again.

"Mulin actually confronted Wang Zhiji hard without falling behind..."

With such a short period of cultivation time, what kind of master can cultivate into such an outstanding disciple with such a short cultivation time. The heads of the houses and the lords of the castle let out an exclamation!

The many collisions between the staggered ones also made Wang Zhiji restrain his arrogant mentality, and the complicated thoughts that he originally coveted for the Mu Lin were also valued at this moment.

"This guy has cultivated his moves in such a short period of time..."

With Wang Zhiji's sigh, his face was also slightly gloomy, he didn't expect that his almost 100-win "Transformation and Breakthrough" would hold each other for a long time, and he couldn't tell the difference between high and low for a while.

Moreover, in such a consuming confrontation, Mu Lin did not show a state of exhaustion, and it was obvious that if it continued like this, Wang Zhiji felt bad.

At the same time, he had a countermeasure in his heart, his cold eyes flickered black, and then he stepped forward and shortened the distance with the curtain forest, and when the distance was shortened, a cold and sassy aura in his body suddenly appeared, wrapping around the curtain forest close to him.

Suddenly, Mu Lin had a frightened cold aura in his heart, and Mu Lin suddenly understood that this was Wang Zhiji's trick, and if he was a little unprepared, he would regret it for life today.

"The Yin Evil Decision of the Biyun Sect..."

When the Elder Wang of the Biyun Sect in the audience saw Wang Zhiji using this move, a sneer appeared on his face. The Yin Evil Decision was taught by Wang Zongman's teacher, Biqing.

It is also the Biyun Sect that has no chance to learn at all unless it makes a significant contribution to the Biyun Sect. This is still Wang Zongman's request for Taoist master, and Wang Zhiji has the opportunity to get what he wants.

Looking at the oncoming curtain forest, his brows furrowed, his face was extremely solemn, and the evil aura that rolled like a cumulus cloud shrouded in unscrupulous rampage, and the whole curtain forest seemed to be swallowed up.

Wang Zhiji's domineering and cold momentum made Mu Lin a little stunned at first, but then he thought of the blue spirit fire and calmed down, letting his roaring yin qi infuse his body.

The evil qi is getting denser and denser, and the dense density seems to be like an entity, which can be grasped in the hand, and the whole person of the curtain forest is almost indistinguishable, and the onlookers are also to see how the curtain forest dodges this time.

After all, today's game is a matter of life and death, so everyone wants to see with their own eyes who is better and can stay on the stage.

Suddenly, the gloomy gas spread out in all directions, no longer looking for an outlet on Makubayashi's body, but flowing out of Makubayashi's mouth in reverse, and one by one it seemed to be blooming pollen, slowly dissipating into the void air.

This is the scene of the Blue Spirit Fire engulfing and refining the Yin Evil Qi and then circulating and expelling it.

It didn't take long for the sinister aura around the curtain forest to dissipate, and Wang Zhiji's somewhat exaggerated face was cold and gloomy.

The angry Wang Zhiji stepped out. Without giving Mu Lin a reaction, the powerful source qi fluctuations suddenly burst out from his body, a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and then he punched out.

"Ground Thorn Cold Goose Kill..."

This is Wang Zhiji's nirvana, a low-level low-grade skill, which is also the limit of his mastery that he can control.

The fierce wind was mixed with a low-explosive roar, and as soon as he struck, it was a real killing machine, and now it was he who clearly intended to kill Mu Lin.

The fist with the momentum of the fierce wind quickly enlarged in the eyes of the curtain forest, and the subconscious palm of the curtain forest Xuanwu was immediately stimulated to resist the killing machine in front of him.

His palm suddenly poked out, "snorting" rubbing Wang Zhiji's fist and slashing, grabbing his five fingers, he grabbed Wang Zhiji's wrist, and with violent force, he pulled it violently, and then his body leaned forward.

In this fierce battle, Mu Lin was merciless, there was a killing intent hidden in his eyes, which made people tremble, his knees suddenly went up, and the probe claws did not vaguely grasp Wang Zhiji's neck.

Mulin's sudden counterattack caused an uproar, and Mulin, who had been at a disadvantage just now, took the lead in a sudden change in the wind and clouds.

Mu Lin's offensive was sharp and swift, and he didn't give Wang Zhiji a chance at all, and in an instant, Wang Zhiji panicked, and hit Mu Lin's chest hard with both palms, Mu Lin did not let go, and under the fierce blow, a lot of blood overflowed from the corners of Mu Lin's mouth.

Even so, Mu Lin still firmly grasped his neck, and Mu Lin's face was calm, and a majestic source qi amplified and clawed.

At this time, Wang Zhiji had a sense of crisis, Mu Lin was really going to kill him, he was scared, his feet were in chaos, and he had long lost the high-spirited charm just now.

And Mu Lin had already made up his mind to kill him, and his arms were majestic and overlapping.

"Vertical Sense..."

The exclamation followed, Mu Lin looked up at the black shadow galloping in, and without hesitation, a ruthless five fingers poked out, and Wang Zhiji's neck immediately flowed with blood, like a scattered blood rain, permeating the entire ring.