Chu Muyun's chest seemed to bloom a blood-colored lotus, redder and more dazzling than the sun rising in the sky.

His originally bright and clear eyes were full of blood, staring at Gao Yu in front of him incredulously, he wanted to know why, and he wanted to ask why, but in the end he didn't speak, because there were blood stains spilling from the corners of his mouth, and because he had already recognized his opponent.

No matter how deep the game is, as long as you recognize the opponent, there will be a way out.

For the way is under the sword, and the sword is in his hand.

Gao Yu's expression was still as timid and honest as usual, he didn't need to speak or move any way when he stood there, it would give people a simple feeling, but it wasn't until this moment that people clearly realized that this was an illusion, and it was the smell of blood that made people sober.

"Hehe......" Gao Yu grinned and revealed a hoarse voice, although the laughter was hoarse, he could also hear the joy of his mood at the moment.

His laughter lasted only twice, and then his face turned pale and froze in place.

Because of the jealous and bloodthirsty little wolf, the nails of his hands slowly lengthened and sharpened, and red hairs began to appear on his palms, which were wolfing. His pupils shrank, and the wolf-like palms pierced directly into Gao Yu's abdomen when he grinned, and took out the internal organs. In this way, the person who has been hiding the deepest all along, after realizing his value, was hollowed out by the little wolf.

The little wolf doesn't care what the scheming situation is, he only knows that people who are not friends must be enemies, not to mention that his voodoo was suppressed by Chu Muyun, so Chu Muyun is a friend. Then the person who hurts his friend with a cold sword is his enemy, and he will only use the most cruel means to end the other party's life when he treats the enemy.

Gao Yu stared at his pupils and fell to the ground stiffly, blood gushing out. Everyone looked at each other and was a little silent, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

"Your wounded ......" the little wolf frowned deeply, looking at the short sword that pierced through his chest, and said worriedly.

However, Chu Muyun didn't answer, he turned around, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then in the shocked eyes of everyone, he stretched out his palm covered with frost and slowly stuck to the blood-colored lotus flower on his chest, he used his spiritual power, his palm was slightly forced, and the cold short sword suddenly gradually rose The blood was shocked out of his body, and it was inserted into a thick tree trunk behind him.

A tingling pain in the heart made Chu Muyun stumble under his feet, coughing up blood, he used all his strength to invoke the cold ice spiritual power to endlessly surging towards the wound, and the cold and bone-chilling cold air emanated from all over his body, Murong Luoyi and the others also felt that this spiritual power was too cold, and couldn't help but take a few steps away.

On the other side, Miao Fengtian curled the corners of his mouth again, and said with satisfaction: "How about everyone, are you surprised by this result?"

"You bought him?" Murong Luo Yiyu said with his sword clenched in his hand, his chest rising and falling slightly.

"It's not a bribe! It's just that from the beginning, he just followed the orders of the Miao family!" Changsun Hong continued with a sneer on the side.

Chu Muyun's wounds had been frozen by the cold ice spiritual power, the feeling of pain had been numbed in the freezing, the blood had coagulated, and he only felt cold. He thought that he had seen the depth of the bureau clearly, but he didn't expect that since the moment Gao Yu appeared, this bureau had been in the making. From the moment he entered this selection area, he was already a man in the game.

"Alright guys, the situation is clear now, I think...... It's time for you to go down and accompany Gao Yu!" Miao Fengtian stretched his waist, the golden spiritual power around him became more and more intense, and the corners of his mouth still had a sinister arc, and said.

At the same time, Murong Luoyi's sword intent burned, his white skirt flew, and he took a decisive step forward and faced Miao Fengtian.

However, Chu Muyun stretched out his arm and crossed in front of Murong Luoyi, he still looked at the unfathomable Miao Fengtian, and just said a word: "Voodoo is not too harmful to me, so just hand him over to me!"

Murong Luoyi's rather mature face showed a puzzled look, his autumn-like eyes looked at Chu Muyun, who seemed very calm, and that calmness didn't feel like he was losing his mind and stubbornly wanting revenge, as if he was just stating a fact.

But even so, in the face of a terrible and weird guy in such a seriously injured state, how long can she persevere? She suddenly stopped fighting, and asked with reproach in her voice: "At the moment of life and death, do you still want to be strong? Sister Yunshang hates people like you the most!"

Chu Muyun was a little distressed, how could this be related to Murong Yunsheng again, but he didn't care, just stared at Murong Luoyi with a serious expression, and said solemnly: "I can suppress the voodoo in the little wolf's body, this is not to be strong, this is to win more opportunities for all of us to live!"

Murong Luoyi stood in place in a trance, she stared at the clear bloodshot eyes, she saw tenacity and convincing in them, and a warm and down-to-earth feeling was inexplicably born in her heart, which made her unwilling to refute Chu Muyun from the bottom of her heart. In such a casual moment, she chose to obey, she came back to her senses, turned her head shyly, and a light red appeared on her pretty face, and a slight heat.

"It turns out that you are Chu Muyun, the immortal pride of the Chu clan back then, no wonder you are a little familiar!" Miao Fengtian heard Murong Yunsheng's name, and guessed Chu Muyun's identity, and said with a little interest.

"It seems that this Tianjiao who has been beaten into the cold palace is about to rise, Brother Miao should be careful...... "Eldest Sun Hong snorted coldly.

Chu Muyun really felt disgusted, his eyes were full of fighting intent, and he stared at Miao Fengtian and said, "It is undeniable that your expression is indeed wonderful, much more wonderful than your life......"

I saw him holding the sword in one hand, the cold ice spiritual power surged, and the swordsmanship spirit technique rushed out quickly, frantically slashing out dozens of swords, the sword qi was like a torrent flickering with runes, and almost everything shot out.

"Look for death!"

Miao Fengtian let out a deep sigh, a golden light flashed through the warehouse chain, and a golden Fangtian painting halberd appeared in his hand and swept out.

He wielded his halberd, with a vast and majestic golden spiritual power, like a thousand horses roaring and a thousand armies that looked at death as home, and came with a magnificent momentum, blocking the torrent of sword qi.

"Sneer......"

The sword qi that was blocked and slashed down on the stone and the ground, causing a crack in the area, making the area around the lake even more ruined.

At the same time as Chu Muyun and the others made a move, Murong Luoyi also slashed at Changsun Hong with a sword!

The rest of the people couldn't help but subconsciously retreat out, away from the range of Chu Muyun's spiritual power. They were not afraid of being hurt by the aftermath of the battle, but they felt an indescribable chill to their bones.

Although Chu Muyun used cold ice spiritual power to freeze the sword wounds on his body, his physical condition was still very bad.

He had been forcibly slaying the nine-eared demon, and the power of the backlash brought by the earth sword technique was not as strong as the first time, but it also made his spiritual power a little chaotic, flowing in his body, and his blood was boiling.

Compared to before, the only advantage is the mastery of the sword technique of the Imperial Sword Sect. Although he still has the power of backlash in his body, he doesn't have to worry about being counterattacked again when he uses the low-level earth sword technique.

That's where the magic trick comes in!

It's not just the magic trick that runs the fighting tactics, sometimes the magic trick that uses the spiritual power can be more effective in battle.

Miao Fengtian knew that Chu Muyun had an unknown immunity to voodoo poison, so in this duel, he did not cast a strange voodoo poison worm. However, his real strength is not inferior to Murong Luoyi and the others.

"Earth Sword Technique!"

Chu Muyun pinched the seal with one hand, and the long sword in his hand suddenly rose against the storm, and a surging sword momentum quickly condensed into a spiritual power giant sword that was nearly ten zhang long and about five zhang wide. The momentum was clear, and a terrible rift stretched out in the ground.

This is not a complete earth sword technique, but it is also comparable to the fighting tactics at the peak of cultivation.

"Aura Shield!"

Miao Fengtian shouted, the golden Fang Tian Painting Halberd suddenly turned around, and under the operation of the spiritual power, countless golden spiritual lights formed runes, weaving into a golden curtain of golden light, enveloping himself impressively.

The giant sword slashed down on the light curtain, the strong light burst, and a trace of light shot out of the battle circle like a thin snake and shot sharply in all directions, the scene was like an uncontrollable firework, extremely intense.

After Miao Fengtian guarded a sword, he took Fang Tian's halberd and drew a golden arc in the air, and when the arc light passed, the air was torn apart with sparks and sneered. A sharp and sharp breath burst out with the stabbing of the war halberd in his hand.

Chu Muyun's expression was solemn, the frozen wound began to ache faintly again, and the blood on his chest, which had been diluted and lightened by the ice, began to appear crimson again. He endured the pain, and the long sword full of ice thorns shook out a circle of sword forests in his hand, the sword qi shot out, the sword intent steamed, and the sword forest turned into dozens of void long swords that were cold and cold, hidden in the surging spiritual power of ice blue, trapping the war halberd in it like a rain of swords.

This is an incomplete return of ten thousand swords, and with his current situation, even if he uses division-level low-level fighting tactics, his power will be greatly reduced.

"Hmph, dying throes!"

Miao Fengtian, who was dressed in a black robe, still had a sinister arc at the corner of his mouth, and his body released a majestic momentum as vast as the sea, and the spiritual power was mixed with the poisonous gas of voodoo, with the condensation of the seal, the golden spiritual power was like a huge current spring suddenly gushing out of the turbulent sea, and the violent devouring power swallowed the rain-like sword forest and the long sword in Chu Muyun's hand into the torrent spring.

"What?" Chu Muyun's complexion as the long sword left his hand changed greatly, and the blood in his body was suddenly affected by the devouring power at this moment, and there was a tendency to burst out of the frozen wound.

As soon as the vigilance started, on the wound about two fingers wide, blood gushed out unstoppably, and Chu Muyun's body suddenly fell.

"It's not good, Brother Chu is worried about his life!" Zang Huaci exclaimed.