Although the number of the top 500 in the martial arts competition is much less, the time has been greatly delayed. The contestants who can stand on this stage are all standing out from the crowd, which means that the difference in strength between them will not be too big, so the battle will also be white-hot.

After many days of recuperation, Mentor Ouyang Yu'er had recovered most of her injuries, and with her Spirit Emperor physique, she was already able to walk freely.

The only thing that made her happy was Mu Wen's record, and she came to the ninth class area of the year, saying that she wanted to watch Mu Wen win the championship in person.

Of course, it is still early to win the championship, and the upcoming battle is with Taihong of the East Academy.

"Taihong?"

Ouyang Yu'er muttered in her mouth, and seemed to have an impression of the name. Soon she raised her head, and her eyes were a little solemn: "It seems that it won't be so simple if you want to win this competition." In last year's martial arts competition, Taihong was still a first-year student, but he made it to the top 20. He must be a lot better this year. ”

"Yes, this year he is seeded. Mu Wen said.

Ouyang Yu'er pondered for a while and said, "The strength of the sword attendant should not be underestimated. It's hard to get them alone, those sword spirits are too tricky. The sword attendant only needs to stand in the back and drive a large number of sword spirits to fight, and ordinary people look at the overwhelming sword spirits, even if they have the strength of a battle, they will be scared and weak, so they will lose their momentum as soon as they start fighting. ”

After a pause, Ouyang Yu'er taught in the tone of the division commander: "But don't be discouraged, the sword squire is strong in the sword spirit, and he doesn't have much combat ability." On the other hand, the Yuan Soul is different, advancing again and again, constantly enhancing spiritual power and washing and quenching the body. In the end, the flesh is so hard that it can easily destroy a mountain with the click of a finger. Maybe you can't beat Taihong of the Spirit King, but what about the Spirit Ancestor Realm and the Spirit Sect Realm, he will definitely not be your opponent anymore. ”

After Mu Wen listened, an inexplicable smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

Ouyang Yu'er caught this expression and frowned: "What are you laughing at, it's not that kind of snickering smile, but it seems to be a little disapproving." ”

"Oh no, you're wrong, mentor, I'm happy. Mu Wen smiled brightly, and his face was full of chrysanthemums.

Ouyang Yu'er was weird. Rub your temples. muttered in his mouth: "Really, after a few days in a coma, my brain is muddy." ”

At this time, the notice of the new round of players coming to the field came.

Mu Wen walked to the stage, and the cheering sound of the students in the class was heard in his ears. and Ouyang Yu'er's expectant gaze.

"Yo. You're the kid who was out of the limelight the other day. An abrupt ridicule followed.

Taihong Yinu, who walked on stage at the same time in front of him. The rough mine's face put on a cheap smile: "It's really thin, and it's still so small as a primordial spirit." Don't think I'm going to be booed by your guise about what beats the demons. It's not because the demon happened to be seriously injured when you did it. ”

Mu Wen moved his mouth when he heard this: "I thought that people with a little strength would be calm, not much to say, just look with their eyes, and then amaze the Quartet when they do it." Heh, it seems that you are not a strong guy. ”

"What, you actually dare to humiliate me!" Taihong opened his mouth wide, and his hair stood up exaggeratedly: "A little man dares to despise me, ahhh

"Silly beep. Mu Wen spit out two words in his mouth flatly.

Suddenly, Taihong couldn't bear it anymore, raised his huge slap and wanted to come over and slap him, but was glared at fiercely by the referee: "Stop me, I haven't announced what you are going to do yet." ”

"Then you fucking shout to start. Do you know I'm so faceless now!" Taihong yelled at the referee.

The referee blushed angrily, and announced with a sigh of relief: "On the seventh stage, Taihong, the second-year sword attendant class of the East Academy, will face Mu Wen, the ninth class of the first-year Yuan Spirit Department of the West Academy, and the game will begin." ”

When the words fell, the referee glanced at Taihong, thinking that he would be disqualified from the game if he would make it difficult for Taihong to win.

But he thought too much.

This game was doomed to Taihong's defeat before it even started, and Mu Wen's calm eyes had already seen the scene of Taihong being sent to first aid with blood.

"Ha, Great Sword Spirituality!"

Taihong made a move and fused the sword spirits into a big sword spirit, which was yellow and yellow, and it was quite long, and if it was split, it could almost affect other stages.

He was angry, and he didn't underestimate Mu Wen, so he used all his strength to meet the enemy as soon as he got on the field.

However, in the eyes of Mu Wen, Taihong undoubtedly did a stupid act.

If half of Taihong's six hundred sword spirits attacked and half stayed by his side to protect himself, it would cause a lot of trouble to Mu Wen. But using the Great Sword Spirit in front of Mu Wen was too much of an axe, and he could see through his biggest flaw at a glance.

The great sword is strong, and it must be able to fight talents!

"Mu Wen, if you can't do it, admit defeat, if you are cut, I am afraid that you will break your arm. The referee teacher on the side of the stage kindly reminded.

"What do you want you to talk about!" it was Taihong who spoke, and he turned his head and glared at Mu Wen fiercely: "Boy, lie down in the ward and regret your disrespectful words, this is what you will do if you provoke me." ”

The cruel words were released, Taihong merged his palms, and violently controlled the big sword spirit to chop down to Mu Wen.

Mu Wen was not afraid at all, and when the Great Sword Spirit was only ten meters away, he whispered in his mouth: "The stars and thunder flashed. ”

Frightened!

A flash of thunder flashed, and at the end of the disappearance of the thunder mang stood Mu Wen's intact body.

At the same time, there was a huge "boom" sound, and the stage in place was chopped out of a huge deep ravine by the big sword spirit, and Taihong raised his head and laughed: "Haha, it's dead, it's dead, there's no scum left." It was due to his incompetence, and I didn't foul him. ”

As everyone knows, the people on the viewing table are sweating for him, and the people in the east courtyard shouted: "Taihong, he is behind you!"

Hearing this, a cold shiver hit Taihong's heart, and he also felt a strong sense of crisis.

He hurriedly turned around, and sure enough, he saw that Mu Wen was not far behind him, and the right palm facing him was converging an astonishing thunderbolt.

"Triple Thunder Power, Thunder Dragon Technique. Mu Wen muttered softly, and the thunder power in his hand turned into the prototype of a dragon and flew towards the dumbfounded Taihong.

Stomp

With the sound of dusty footsteps, the boy stepped off the stage.

The audience was silent, squeezing his head and not expecting that Mu Wen would win so easily and so quickly, only to see Taihong behind him fall on the edge of the stage covered in blood.

The blood was red, but the flesh that flowed out of his blackened flesh was yellow.

The muscular Taihong is still a sword servant after all, and in terms of physical strength alone, it is not as strong as some small Yuan Ling, and his heart is like nothing.

"Oh no, he's going to die, the medical team hurry up!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, this kid can't hold on!"

"Water Healing - Healing Wounds. ”

"Wood Healing - Dance of Nature. ”

“”

In the midst of the chaos, someone frowned in a gloomy window lounge.

The corners of Song Hong's mouth twitched: "Sure enough, it was this weird spiritual skill that allowed him to move a long way in an extremely fast time. A bunch of fools would be surprised by the power of that thunder dragon, and I can easily do it, but what really makes it tricky is the moving spirit skill. ”

"If he can't come up with a countermeasure for this move, it means that he is invincible in battle, damn it. Song Hong gritted his teeth. Trying to recall the picture of the battle between himself and Mu Wen, and then looking back at the stage, a sudden excitement in his mind raised the corners of his mouth: "There is." (To be continued......)