In terms of momentum, Ning Jing lost a hand, he took the lead in attacking, the shadow of the gun continued, and in an instant, thousands of cold rays fell, destroying the withering and decaying, and moving forward!

The long sword in Mu Wuchen's hand also danced with thousands of sword shadows and the gun, the crisp collision sound was endless, and the surrounding shield was shaken by the flying sword air guns.

The audience was quiet, and the battle was so exciting! It's all a competition of swordsmanship and marksmanship, and the two have reached a new height in their understanding of weapons.

"Lao Ding, guess who will win?" Yan Hongzhuo asked with a smile.

"Although Mu Wuchen's swordsmanship is on par with Ning Jing's marksmanship, Ning Jing's cultivation is a whole realm higher than him, and he can't win no matter what." Ding Qiu said.

"Don't forget, he once defeated the Ye Mufeng of the True Xuan Realm with the cultivation of the first level of the First Xuan Realm, and he also crossed a big realm." Yan Hongzhuo said with a smile.

"Having said that, as his cultivation rises, his ability to fight beyond the level will also weaken, even if he still has the strength to fight beyond the level, he will not have the strength to fight across borders." Ding Qiu touched his beard and said.

Yan Hongzhuo didn't say anything more, but watched the game with a smile.

The more Ning Jing fought, the more frightened he became, this little junior disciple who was inferior to himself in cultivation and age was actually far superior to him in terms of strength!

Fighting a spear against a long sword was originally an advantage in strength, but now it is the other way around.

Every time he received Mu Wuchen's sword, his hands would be numb, they had been fighting for nearly a hundred rounds, and at this time, his hands were almost unable to hold the barrel of the gun.

"Meteor catches the moon!"

With a wave of crescent spear, Ning Jing withdrew from the battle circle.

There seemed to be a strange power on Mu Wuchen's long sword, dragging the spear and landing on the shield.

The shield shook instantly, and several referees immediately used Xuan Li to stabilize it.

Ning Jing's chest rose and fell slightly, while Mu Wuchen was calm and light, and he made a judgment.

"How is that possible? He was only the first eightfold Xuan Realm, and Ning Jing actually suffered a small loss at his hands? Mu Chengren frowned and was very puzzled, even if he encountered Ning Jing's marksmanship, he would not be so relaxed.

"Don't underestimate this kid, he hasn't used his full strength yet." Ziche Yu on the side said.

"Why did Brother Che Yu say this?" Mu Chengren asked.

"I went to watch his last few games in the outer court, and he still has a means to improve his strength, so don't underestimate him." Ziche Yu said.

"It's not his full strength? It's really interesting, but Ning Jing hasn't moved yet. Mu Chengren said with a smile.

……

"You are very strong, if it is the same cultivation, I am not as good as you."

"You shouldn't have used all your strength, but then I want you to show your strongest form, and we will have a hearty battle!" Ning said bluntly.

"Okay, as you wish!" Faced with such a gun idiot, Mu Wuchen couldn't say anything to refuse.

Purgatory Shura!

A cold black aura rose into the sky, Mu Wuchen's momentum instantly climbed, and a ripple swept out.

"It's amazing!" As soon as the words fell, Ning Jing's momentum also soared into the sky, colliding fiercely with Mu Wuchen's momentum.

The two of them flickered, and then they fought together, the hard fighting platform became potholed under the collision of the two, and the surrounding shields did not collapse under the maintenance of several referees.

"Roaring ——!"

A loud roar instantly stopped Mu Wuchen's brain, but he soon came back to his senses and took a shot that slapped him in the chest, but because he was caught off guard, he was still swept away by a powerful force.

Ning Jing was shocked, his lion's roar was a control technique, even if it was a fellow cultivator, if he was caught off guard, he would be forcibly stunned for two seconds.

These two seconds can already decide a lot of things for a strong person, but Mu Wuchen just shook his mind for a moment, and then recovered again, and the resistance of his body was terrifying!

As soon as Mu Wuchen stood firm, Ning Jing's attack had already been killed.

Attaboy! Don't talk about martial arts!

That roar just now almost deafened his ears.

The long sword danced countless sword shadows, instantly locked the spear stabbing at him, and swept out with a whip leg.

Ning Jing met him with a sudden palm, and the powerful force made him fly backwards, and because the spear was locked, the weapon was already out of his hand.

"Heavenly Demon Fang!"

Mu Wuchen seized the opportunity and swung out with one claw, and a pitch-black claw flashed from behind Ning Jing, breaking through his skin, but it didn't hurt his muscles and bones.

After standing still, Ning Jing sighed and said, "Thank you for your mercy!" ”

He knew that if Mu Wuchen didn't control the blow just now, he was afraid that he would definitely be cut in half if he was defenseless.

Mu Wuchen didn't expect him to have a lion roar, and he didn't expect Mu Wuchen to have a ghostly claw.

Mu Wuchen won the game, everyone was stunned, it was another victory across the realm!

The contestants who previously felt that Mu Wuchen had a bye were lucky, but now they secretly rejoiced, if it weren't for Mu Wuchen's bye, they would be the ones who became the stepping board.

"Did you see the trick Mu Wuchen made? That doesn't seem to be the Spiritual Source Academy's mystical technique. Yan Hongzhuo said.

"It's really not, his mystical technique contains spatial attributes, and it is a top-level attack mystical technique." Ding Qiu said.

"Not only is this kid so talented, but he also has a top-level mystical technique, where does he come from?" Yan Hongzhuo wondered.

"Wait for Fang Bojun to come back and ask him." Ram Jin said.

The game continued, and Mu Wuchen sat in the waiting area to watch the game.

This time it was the battle between Mu Chengren and Ziche Yu, who were both the strongest cultivators and the Nine Layers of the True Xuan Realm.

Mu Chengren practiced fire-based Xuangong, while Zicheyu practiced ice-based Xuangong, the attributes of the two were mutually reinforcing, and at the beginning of the battle, a white mist filled the fighting platform.

Arguably, the game was the worst viewing experience, and the audience booed.

However, Mu Wuchen, who has the pupil of roots, will not be covered by these fogs at all, and he has witnessed the whole process of the game.

These two people are worthy of being the Nine Layers of the True Xuan Realm, far from being comparable to Ning Jing, whether it is the strength of the Xuan Power or the strength of the attack power, they are not at the same level.

There is no doubt that they are all geniuses who can fight beyond the ranks, and cultivation cannot be used as a single measure.

When the fog clears, the winner of the game has been revealed.

Mu Chengren half-knelt on the ground panting, Ziche Yu is a little better than Mu Chengren, the gap between them is very small, this time Zi Che Yu is slightly better.

The current situation of the game is that Gong Ze has a bye this time, and directly enters the top three with Mu Wuchen and Ziche Yujiao, one by one, two or three.

The first round of tomorrow's game will be decided by draw, the loser of the second round will play against the bye, if the bye wins, it will play against the winner of the first round, and if the bye loses, the ranking of the game will be directly determined.