The sunset on the horizon presses on the blue lake.

The ring in the martial arts arena seems to be much higher than in the past.

Mu Qingyun stood on the east side of the ring, just watching the sunset, and he still had some doubts in his heart.

Could it be that she participated in the Anbangding National Competition, as Chen Yi said, to increase her experience, gangster qualifications, and earn some money, so that her mother Yue Ling can live more comfortably?

It's not that it's a round or two, it's not too bad and embarrassing, it's almost enough.

Didn't you say that Zhaocheng is mainly for enjoying the scenery, relaxing, and shopping?

Chen Yi stared at Mu Luosheng menacingly in the audience, looking like he wanted to gather his brothers and sisters to pounce on him and beat him up.

The crowd in the stands shouted, "We will win, Zhang Qingqing will win!"

"Miss Zhang, you will win!"

According to common sense, Mu Qingyun is not easy to win.

It's just that this battle can't be lost.

The audience outside the venue was so excited that their faces were red and hot sweat was rolling down.

The sun is still setting, and the lights are lit up on the martial arts arena.

"Qingqing."

Chen Yi hurriedly came over and handed a note to Mu Qingyun.

The note was written by Situ Qingshuang, and the handwriting was a little sloppy, and it was obvious that the person who wrote it was weak and weak.

There are only a few lines on it, only that Mu Luo is injured in anger, and the consumption of true qi is very great, maybe it will not be long in time, don't fight with him for the time being, try to delay time, and find an opportunity to win.

Mu Qingyun stuffed the note back to Chen Yi, smiling and bowing his head.

She looked at Mu Luosheng quietly.

How is this Mu Luosheng going to fight?

Prior to this, Master Zhuo and a group of seniors had already analyzed the characteristics of the Muzimen moves of the Mishima Country for them, and they had analyzed Mu Luosheng countless times from head to toe.

He uses a knife up and down the wooden character door, but he uses a sword, so his swordsmanship is very special, with both the agility of the sword and the power of the knife.

This person is physically perverted, has a calm mentality, and will not relax when he has the upper hand, and will never be discouraged when he falls.

He takes the opponents he encounters, whether they are strong or weak, seriously.

Mu Qingyun closed his eyes and recalled each of his battles, but he didn't find the flaw.

Situ Qingshuang's "delaying tactics" seem to be possible.

But Mu Luosheng is not prepared?

How much of the valve injury, weakness and weakness he is now showing is true and how much is appearance?

Mu Qingyun knows that the resilience of the people in the wooden door is particularly perverted.

And Mu Luosheng fights with people, and he is actually good at strategy.

"Hmm."

Perhaps, Mu Luosheng also thinks that she will use soft moves such as "spring lingering" to overcome rigidity with softness.

When Mu Qingyun entered the ring, there is no need to say much when he compares with ordinary opponents, but whenever he competes with weighty opponents, he mostly overcomes rigidity with softness and defeats the enemy.

Ten minutes passed, and the referee hurriedly stepped onto the stage, looked left and right, pinched the time and shouted, "Let's start!"

Mu Qingyun's spine tightened, and the long sword flew into the stab, suddenly spinning out a brilliant sword flower.

The setting sun seemed to suddenly burst into a more intense brilliance.

It seemed to be all light.

Mu Qingyun's sword was sharp and light, and the sword light seemed to be a thunderbolt dancing in the sky, mysterious, dazzling, and dangerous.

"Tsurumon!"

All the warriors present who had seen Zhuo Yanfei's "Crane Dream" exclaimed in unison.

Many people couldn't help but glance at Zhuo Yanfei.

I didn't expect Zhang Qingqing to attack!

This Crane Dream Sword Technique is not only incredibly beautiful, but also rare and fierce!

This sword is very good, but the difficulty is so high that it is rare in the world.

Even in the Cloud City Martial Arts Gym, there are very few top masters in the previous ten years who can make this set of swordsmanship.

Everyone was skeptical, maybe after Zhuo Yanfei, the "Crane Dream" may become a huge sound.

For a while, everyone was shocked, and exclamations rang out.

Mu Luosheng's eyes seemed to be confused, but his sword was still as steady as a mountain

, and shouted, "Good!"

The heavy sword swung out with his left arm, and the sword mountain flew away, and the sword body seemed to fall into a thundercloud, buzzing and trembling, and Mu Luosheng's face showed a flush.

Everyone held their breath for a moment.

Mu Luosheng's sword is fierce.

Mu Qingyun's sword is very beautiful, but it is also very fierce.

A thin layer of sweat appeared in Zhuo Yanfei's palm.

At this moment, Mu Qingyun took every sword out of no regrets, and refused to leave any behind.

She seemed to be dancing on the tip of a knife that could split her in an instant, as if she was very relaxed, and everyone in the ring and in the seats was scared into a cold sweat.

In fact, Mu Qingyun was indeed not easy at all.

Obviously, Mu Luosheng was injured, and she could see where his injuries were.

But when he saw it, facing his sword, facing him gushing endlessly, without the slightest tired attack, Mu Qingyun was still like a flat boat in the stormy seas.

Despite this, Mu Qingyun's sword was getting faster and faster, and it was becoming more and more dazzling.

In this moment, her desire to win trumped everything.

The body seems to be burning.

The system interface also seemed to be burned, and the attribute points behind the sword technique climbed up rapidly.

Mu Luosheng lowered his eyes, and the faster he struck, the more fierce his moves became. After a while, sweating like pulp and soaking wet, he suddenly realized that he thought he was coercing the little girl in front of him with rhythm.

But in fact, he seems to be a little caught in the rhythm of the other party.

It didn't matter before, but now, his physical strength and true qi were not enough to support such a rhythm.

At this moment, Mu Luosheng suddenly realized a little, and couldn't help but smile: "It's okay."

Mu Luosheng squinted, his body suddenly stunted, the strength of his whole body condensed in one place, his knees, waist, and spine converged on his left arm, and the speed of the heavy sword instantly increased by three times.

Final Blow!

Mu Qingyun only felt the pressure on her face, several times stronger than before, but her thoughts were extremely clear at this moment.

It works!

As soon as her body was light, Mu Qingyun's strength suddenly scattered, and with the help of this sword wind, her sword momentum also spread out, like free water, spreading wind.

Mu Luosheng's color changed suddenly, the sword was empty, and his body finally lost its center of gravity.

Bang!

The ring collapsed, Mu Qingyun's sword fell from the sky in the flying sand and stones, before the sword arrived, the sword wind rushed, and Mu Luosheng's body fell down.

After a full four or five seconds of silence, the referee said loudly, "Winner, Cloud City Martial Arts Hall, Zhang Qingqing!"

There was silence in the room.

It was only after a while that the spectators in the stands woke up - "Ahh

"Win!"

Cheers erupted.

Countless messes were thrown into the sky.

The warriors present knew how amazing this victory was.

Mu Luo was born among the younger generation under the age of twenty-five, but he can be ranked in the top 30 masters.

It's about the entire Azure Continent to rank.

How many young martial artists are there in the Azure Continent?

There are at least tens of thousands of people in the Kingdom of Light!

Zhuo Yanfei tried to tighten the corners of his mouth, nodded and smiled gracefully.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It was lively for at least 20 minutes before everyone remembered that they should also greet and greet people.

Mu didn't mind, took the medicine from his doctor, and waited patiently for the doctors to gather around Mu Qingyun, each of them asked once, checked the pulse once, and then got up and said with a smile, "Miss Zhang, what kind of swordsmanship are you?"

Mu Qingyun also showed the bearing of the Heavenly Empire, and said indifferently: "The deer is singing and the flowers are going out, and the crane dreams in the rain. This sword and crane dream was created by Zhuo Gong!"

Zhuo Yanfei smiled.