A long war will test not only wisdom and courage, but also endurance, the latter being even more important.

However, at this time, Chu Liancheng obviously left behind the burden of the so-called endurance.

He has the strength of the late stage of the Enlightenment Spirit Realm, and has even touched the bottleneck of the peak of the Enlightenment Realm, he thought that he could easily win with the gap between the two cultivators, but he never thought that Chu Muyun would be reborn with him for so long in a month, and when he fought with Chu Muyun, he would always feel the illusion of surging spiritual power invisibly as if restricting his offensive, and this faint feeling made him very uneasy.

In order to reduce the flaws in his fighting tactics, and in order to retain some strength to deal with the future clan ratio, he was determined to fill this Tianhe obstacle between the golden wind and jade dew as soon as possible and end this unnecessary challenge.

All Chu Liancheng's thoughts and eyes were all occupied by the moving figure in that brief retrospective, and he saw Mu Yu's concern and worry, and looked deeply in his heart.

He knew that among the thousands of threads of such care, there was no trace of emotional sorrow that belonged to him, and the inexplicable feeling was faintly painful in the bottom of his heart.

Then his gaze fell on Chu Muyun again, and with a helpless determination, the ancient cyan war spear in his hand was suddenly annihilated by the cyan torrent, like an invisible and directionless wind inadvertently setting off a huge wave frenzy.

"Stormy waves!"

There was no trace of the war spear in the torrent, and his figure was in everyone's eyes like a demon who broke through the river embankment, so full of urgent speed, even the traces of the autumn wind appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

There is no trace of the wind, and if there is a reference, it becomes searchable as well.

Chu Liancheng's decisive figure is the reference of the wind at this moment, the wind wants to follow his trajectory behind him, and he locks Chu Muyun's trace in the dots of starlight and the complicated star map.

Everyone was watching this powerful blow, this is a mid-level fighting tactic called "Gun Thirteen Potentials" that Chu Liancheng practiced, just by the word "potential", it can be imagined that the core key of this fighting tactic is majestic.

The majesty of the momentum is also the majesty of the murderous spirit!

Chu Fengxia, who was quietly standing beside the patriarch, frowned slightly, she seemed to hate the guy who had the upper hand on the battlefield, and for a brother of the same clan who had not cultivated, she was so serious that she could use such a powerful spear, and she was also a little ruthless.

It's not serious at all, it's utterly cold and heartless.

"Not bad, this kind of strength is also qualified to participate in the selection of Qingyun Ling!" The young man of the Miao family showed a pair of greedy eyes, and the mighty spear momentum of Chu Liancheng seemed to ignite in his eyes, making him have an urge to jump.

Chu Muyun's body was like a lonely sail drifting in the heart of the boundless sea, deeply caught in the sudden waves, and was swept towards the end of the cape by the ruthless torrent, and it seemed that there was no possibility of finding the way to come.

Looking at Chu Muyun's embarrassed appearance with cold eyes, Chu Lianzong, who had always held a grudge against him, showed a sarcastic smile: "Waste is waste, I really think that I am qualified to be the opponent of the eldest brother." But this pitifully weak strength is really much stronger than your self-esteem......"

Chu Muyun in the waves did not lose his mind, he was also afraid of Chu Liancheng's methods, but he was even more afraid that he would never see Mu Yu's smile again in the future. His life is a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone, and he doesn't want to even use the rest of his life as a laughing stock.

The belief of the guardian made his reason clearer, and he used the momentum of Wei Qi to turn the last nine times of the Seven Stars of Tianji, Tianxuan, Tianshu, and other Seven Stars.

When he stepped on the last star path, he seemed to see the last remnant of the sunset swallowed by the calm river, and on the other side of the line of sight, there was a cold moon disk connected to the heavenly water, connecting the sky and the sea into a line bathed in the cold moonlight, and he knew that the time had come to draw the sword.

"The moon is born on the sea!"

The sword momentum accumulated by the seven seven forty-nine obscure footwork changes of the star seemed to turn into the eternal brilliance of the bright moon under this slash, although there was no magnificence of the long wind blowing through the Yumen Pass, but with endless vastness pouring into the world.

Almost every breath, Chu Muyun's sword momentum was like countless moonlights sprinkled in the world, as if his sword was not stabbing at an opponent, but at a bright moon.

"Shoot the shore!"

Feeling the torrent caused by the stormy waves, there was nothing to hide from the sprinkling of the moonlight, and under that permanence, there was almost nothing to hide. Chu Liancheng's turbulent momentum suddenly swept down like a mountain, the simple cyan war spear exuded dazzling spears, gathering momentum and soaring in a powerful attitude, and the turbulent torrent breathed into a terrifying giant spear that crossed the battlefield, breaking through the air like a mountain.

And at this moment, Chu Muyun's final sword, with the moonlight, and the shot that crashed on the shore of the waves, was annihilated by the brilliant light.

Fighting tactics are the most subtle art of the sorcerer's journey, and it is also the bloodiest and most elegant in one.

Therefore, in the torrent of wind and the full moonlight that almost swept the entire fighting battlefield, in the shocked eyes of everyone, there was a bright red blood light reflected in the blazing sun splashed from the splendor.

The blood light dispersed all the offensive and touched all the heartbeats, and in the battle that gradually returned to calm, two tired-looking figures stood opposite each other, and the gray rock under their feet, which had always been known for its hardness, could not withstand the damage caused by the battle, and cracks were derived.

The crowd held their breath, eager to know the winner.

They didn't realize that their minds had begun to regard Chu Muyun, who was known as a waste, as the real opponent of the top three existences of the Chu family. You must know that the results of the two of them are an indisputable fact that they never have to think about in their minds, and they never need to think about it.

"Chu Liancheng's left shoulder is dripping blood!"

An exclamation in the crowd immediately caused an uproar, the existence of the top three of the younger generation of the Chu family was actually defeated in the hands of a young man whose spirit bones had been abolished?

"What? No way! Big Brother will never be defeated by this waste!"

Chu Lianzong clenched his fists and his eyes showed a fierce light, just a month ago, that family waste couldn't even catch his own move, how could he let the eldest brother get hurt.

Looking at the bright red blood dripping from Chu Liancheng's left shoulder in fear, Chu Lianzong couldn't accept this absolute shock, being surpassed by a guy who had been scrapped for seven years, didn't it mean that he was not even as good as a waste?

The graceful Chu Fengling was even more like knocking over a Baiwei bottle, all kinds of bitterness and indescribable tastes mixed together, making her pretty nose feel a sourness, and there were slight ripples in her glass-like eyes.

Thinking of the change in her attitude towards him from enthusiasm to indifference over the years, and even tired of his unwilling, intentional and unintentional entanglement, she pursed the corners of her mouth, and finally realized at this moment that she was the one who had been delusional.