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Xu Mu stood on the edge of the majestic Tianchi like a city wall, looking down at Chen Changkong condescendingly, and many fragments flashed in his mind.

A lot of those clips are about the Tsuji.

Then, he thought of Chen Changkong and Zuo Mingqiu, the last two to choose opponents, after a short exchange, Zuo Mingqiu chose himself, and Chen Changkong went to the fourth Yao Pond to meditate.

"It turned out to be you." Xu Mu thought for a moment, then nodded clearly, looked at Chen Changkong and said, "The reason why Xuan Ji wants to provoke me is because you are instigated behind your back, and Zuo Mingqiu was also induced by you. ”

"But why are you, because of your brother?"

Xu Mu asked with a puzzled face, he really couldn't understand where he had offended Chen Changkong, so that he let the other party deal with him so deliberately, and after thinking about it, the only intersection between himself and Chen Changkong was his younger brother Chen Ming, who had played a match-fixing game with the people of the Garan clan, and was later calculated by him and lost a lot of money.

"It has nothing to do with Chen Ming, he should have been fighting."

A breeze blew, lifting Chen Changkong's long hair that covered his eyes, and as he spoke, he stepped on the wide long sword and floated into the air, becoming level with Xu Mu.

"As for Xuan Ji and Zuo Mingqiu, I can not move these two, they chose you because they wanted to fight with you, I just gently pushed behind my back."

When Xu Mu heard this, his brows furrowed even deeper, and he asked, "Then why, if I'm not mistaken, I haven't offended you." ”

When Chen Changkong heard this, he smiled lightly: "Young Master Xu, you haven't answered my question yet. ”

"Fight with me, do you dare not run away?"

Xu Mu looked at Chen Changkong's slightly vicissitudes of young eyes, and sensed the emotions faintly coming from them, and seemed to have some inexplicable hostility and longing.

He longed to kill himself.

But why exactly?

"Forget it."

In the next second, Xu Mu swept away the doubts in his heart, and stopped thinking about those things that didn't matter, because no matter what, it was impossible for him to leave this Yao Pond.

In the previous battle with Zuo Mingqiu, he retreated, but that was to win in the end, so he would not be afraid of Chen Changkong.

Even when he ran out of oil and was seriously injured. "When you lose, remember to tell everything and don't hide anything."

Xu Mu's expression calmed down, he turned around and jumped into the corrosive pool water, his movements were concise and steady, obviously after a short period of rest, Xu Mu's injuries had recovered a lot, and he had basically reached the limit of being able to fight.

In such a state, there may be a chance of victory in the face of ordinary Tianjiao monks, but in the face of Chen Changkong, this chance of victory is infinitely close to zero.

"If I lose, do whatever you want."

"Of course, there can't be that result, I admit that you are very strong, but fortunately, Zuo Mingqiu is also very strong."

Chen Changkong's imperial sword flew to the top of Xu Mu's head, looking at Zuo Mingqiu, who was sitting cross-legged in the distance to heal his wounds, his face was a little emotional.

In the battle between Zuo Mingqiu and Xu Mu just now, he can basically confirm that the combat power of the three of them is actually between five and five, and whoever wins or loses is possible, and the gap is not big.

But fortunately, Xu Mu has now been seriously injured by Zuo Mingqiu, and even if he has any means to press the bottom of the box, it is impossible for him to fight for himself at his peak.

Chen Changkong looked down at Xu Mu and sighed:

"I'm sorry, I really like that sword."

"So, please die."

——Before the last sentence was finished, between heaven and earth, a sword intent suddenly appeared, and the sword intent seemed to be condensed from the broken stone and loess of the grotto, which was mixed and miscellaneous, without the sharpness of ordinary sword intent at all, but a little blunt.

Or rather, heavy.

Chen Changkong held the wide long sword, and the dense fog between the thousands of meters long and wide pool of water gathered in the lower half, because the top of them was occupied by the brown and yellow sword intent.

Chen Changkong slashed at Xu Mu.

A sword is as thick as a mountain and a sea, the sword qi illusion is galloping, and the ancient beasts recorded in the mountain and sea scrolls are struggling and roaring and galloping, and the coercion is terrifying, and the rock masses on both sides of the pool can not bear the fragmentation, and they become countless fragments and fall.

This sword is really heavy.

But this sword is not just weighty, because at the same time as Chen Changkong made a move, the ragged robe on Xu Mu's upper body was instantly cut through tens of thousands of openings by the invisible sword qi, turning into strips of cloth and falling, revealing a body like a white marble sculpture.

Xu Mu's face was solemn, this sword was not at the same level as the sword light cut by the Dao sword used by Zuo Mingqiu, if the two were opposed, if the sword was single-wheeled, Chen Changkong would definitely be able to crush Zuo Mingqiu.

And naturally, it is impossible for him to use his physical body to take it hard, because this sword is too heavy, and he is too seriously injured.

So Xu Mu didn't think about it and took out the arrow.

Then the suppressed dense fog and the brownish-yellow sword qi were just about to be able to block the view of the outside world, Xu Mu had no scruples, and pulled the bowstring of the fairy bow into a crescent shape, and then suddenly let go.

"Click!"

The arrows of the Great Dao condensed, and the moment they were shot produced a sonic boom, it was like a thunderbolt from the sky.

Obviously, after hearing that thunder, the first reaction of all the monks, including Chen Changkong and the outside world watching the battle, was the same, they thought that Xu Mu had used the thunder method to fight against Chen Changkong's sword.

But in the next second, when the transparent arrow pierced through the dense fog, slammed through the rock formation sword intent like a brave dragon, and met with the sword light, everyone realized that they were wrong.

Chen Changkong was also wrong.

His pupils narrowed to the extreme for a moment, and then dilated suddenly, as he realized a fatal mistake.

He still underestimated Xu Mu.

"Bang !!"

The terrifying avenue arrows pierced through everything, the rocks shattered, the caves pierced, the sword light snapped, and then the all-killing power shot into the air.

Coincidentally, Chen Changkong was hanging in mid-air.

In the face of this arrow, he roared, holding the sword in both hands and slashing out a sword light again, the mountain and sea painting scroll spread out like a light curtain, and the true dragon and phoenix were entwined, colliding with the transparent avenue arrow.

"Boom !!"

This is the battle between the rules of the Great Dao and the sword, the intensity is unimaginable, but it can be seen from the endless boulders split from the surrounding mountain rocks, the white vapor from the ground erupted from the pool water, and the trembling extremely violent ground, the fierceness of this confrontation is far beyond the imagination of the monks at the same stage.

After a while, the tremor fades away.

Chen Changkong, who was bounced into the air by the explosion, also slowly fell onto a rock that fell into the bottom of the pool, he squatted like this, his robe was half torn by the avenue, and he looked around with a solemn face.

Not finding Xu Mu's figure, Chen Changkong raised his sword and shouted at a messy pile of rubble: "Don't hide, I have already seen you!" ”

"yes, then you have such a good look."

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