"In the first game, Mu Liangzhe wins! Eight thousand points in this game will be returned to Mu Liangzhe! Next, please invite Zhuang Yang, a new disciple from the outer gate, to enter!" Elder Liu stepped forward and announced.

After soliciting both sides, Elder Liu announced loudly: "In the second game, Zhuang Yang, a new disciple of the outer gate, will fight against Mu Liangzhe, a new disciple of the outer gate, and the cultivation will be two martial artists!"

Saying this, Zhuang Yang's expression was solemn, and everyone in the audience also began to think, I don't know what kind of cultivation this Mu Liangzhe is, such a young martial artist is really rare, it seems that those rumors are not true.

"Zhuang Yang, you give me a good fight, don't be like Xu Mingyi, if you lose again, I want you to lose your contribution points!"

When Zhuang Yang heard this, his heart was empty, he didn't want to offend so many senior brothers and sisters in the audience. He pulled out the tiger-striped broadsword, released his spiritual power, wrapped his body, and prepared for battle.

"You have a good look, the advantages of the family! Second-grade high-level sword skills, a hundred tigers!"

The pale yellow aura urges this tiger striped broadsword, and the pattern engraving emits a dazzling light, fusing with the aura, the blade is gaining momentum, and everyone can feel that the power of the blade is getting stronger and stronger!

"This is actually a three-grade treasure knife, this knife skill is so strong!"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and the disciple who bought Zhuang Yangying let go of the worries in his heart.

Zhuang Yang stepped out and rushed towards Mu Liangzhe.

Mu Liangzhe still used the wind scroll to resist, and Zhuang Yang's attack power was like a hundred tigers rushing wildly, and his strength was thick and irritable. Mu Liangzhe realized what it was like to have a weapon grade lower than others, and his Hongxuan sword was a thin old man and a two-zhang man compared to the tiger striped broadsword. However, Mu Liangzhe habitually defused Zhuang Yang's attack power, but he could not block it.

Since the spiritual power is only the second order of the martial artist, his control of the wind scroll is not good, and the sword qi is difficult to maintain under the hundred tigers, and the power begins to overflow. The people in the audience looked like they were colliding violently, but Ouyang Peipei and the others saw the doorway.

Therefore, even if he dissolves part of Zhuang Yang's strength, he still struggles to fight. But this is exactly what Mu Liangzhe needs, he keeps trying to wind scrolls, this is the best time for him to comprehend this sword technique.

Everyone saw that Zhuang Yang had the upper hand, but Mu Liangzhe kept retreating, and when he was about to reach the edge of the stage, he struck hard, and then used his body to go back to the center of the martial platform, but Zhuang Yang kept pressing, making Mu Liangzhe's fight seem weaker and weaker.

"Hooligans!"

Lan Zhimeng was a little worried and clenched her hands.

"Don't worry, he's just practicing his moves!"

Ouyang Peipei could see his fight clearly, and through spiritual power perception, the wind scroll he condensed was no longer as easy to disperse as before.

Zhuang Yang was proud at first, but after using the Hundred Tiger Slash for a long time, he began to worry about his spiritual power and physical strength. His attacks grew sharper and sharper, trying to resolve the fight quickly.

However, even though he strengthened his attack, Mu Liangzhe was still able to block his attack, which made him feel bad.

Some people in the audience saw the clues and began to worry.

"Zhuang Yang, what are you doing! Use a killer weapon!"

Someone couldn't help it and yelled.

"It's done!"

Mu Liangzhe's face was delighted: "It turns out that if you want to exert the power of the wind scroll, you need to feel the wind around you and roll with the wind, so that you can be omnipresent and flawless!"

This is an epiphany, a leapfrog understanding of the wind roll, and the realization of the true meaning of the wind roll.

At this time, Zhuang Yang was gritting his teeth and roaring: "One hundred tigers!"

Zhuang Yang's whole body strength was emptied, and the aura of the tiger stripe broadsword soared, and this power moved the disciples of the later stage of the martial artists in the audience!

"Girl, look at my real wind whirl!"

Mu Liangzhe seemed to be very relaxed, and said a casual word to Lan Zhimeng in the audience. Ouyang Peipei's mouth opened wide, because Mu Liangzhe's spiritual power at this time began to become illusory, she didn't know that this was the effect of pulling the pure wind power!

"No! it's not like his spiritual power, it's weird!"

When Lan Zhimeng heard this, she watched intently. The two elders were horrified in their hearts, they couldn't be more aware of the wind scroll, this was the culmination of the wind scroll, but they also felt that something was still wrong!

"I am the wind, where the wind is, where I am, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, the wind and the earth, the wind and the earth!" he kept reading, standing in place, the spiritual power of the Hongxuan sword body in his hand was no longer violent, and the previous sword body was like a storm, but at this moment, it was like a breeze...

Zhuang Yang's side was extremely violent, but Mu Liangzhe's side was extremely quiet, forming a stark contrast. Mu Liangzhe began to swing his sword, his steps retreated, and he moved forward, looking chaotic but without a trace of disharmony.

"What is his footwork, it seems to be out of order... It's true that there is no discipline, but it is just to play with the opponent to applause!"

Ouyang Peipei covered her lips with her hands, looking incredulous.

This sword swing, and Zhuang Yang did not strike violently, but appeared quite quiet, Zhuang Yang was shocked into a cold sweat, because his hundred tiger blows began to weaken inexplicably, as if there was an undetectable power around to swallow and dissipate the power of the sword body.

Zhuang Yang began to feel mentally exhausted, and Mu Liangzhe in front of him seemed to teleport! Mu Liangzhe was just walking around normally, this was Zhuang Yang's spiritual energy was exhausted, his physical strength was exhausted, and his body fell into a slight illusion when he was weak.

Mu Liangzhe didn't rush to make a move, but continued to comprehend, and a breeze blew on the martial arts arena, and the breeze began to spread outside the arena. Ouyang Peipei stretched out her hand to feel the breeze, and her heart was pounding.

"The wind rises on the flat ground, there is no spiritual power, strange, too strange!"

Zhuang Yang's attack was completely defused, and he saw that Mu Liangzhe didn't know what he was practicing at this time, and he knew that he had lost. Most of the people in the audience could see it, only knowing that Mu Liangzhe had been dodging.

Mu Liangzhe was affected by the wind, his heart was extremely calm, and he slowly spoke: "You admit defeat!"

Zhuang Yang saw Mu Liangzhe's flat tone, and his heart was complicated, but he couldn't let him admit defeat. He gritted his teeth, gathered the last bit of strength, and slashed towards Mu Liangzhe.

Mu Liangzhe walked away easily, and the blow hit the stone slab hard, sending out a spark. Everyone saw Mu Liangzhe slowly walking behind Zhuang Yang, but Zhuang Yang felt that Mu Liangzhe suddenly disappeared in front of him.

Mu Liangzhe used the hilt of the sword in his hand to hit Zhuang Yang on the back of the head, and Zhuang Yang fell to the ground and fainted.

These outer disciples were dumbfounded, this last blow was so ordinary that even children could dodge it, but Zhuang Yang was knocked unconscious!

After Elder Liu announced, the settlement began, Lan Zhimeng and Ouyang Peipei made a lot of money this time, because Mu Liangzhe had extremely high odds of winning, and the two of them took 300,000 spirit stones and 16,000 points and began to share the spoils.

"Sister Pepe, these are yours, I will take the rest, and I will keep it for him!"

Mu Liangzhe walked over, still reminiscing about the wonderful feeling before, and he didn't care about Lan Zhimeng and the others.

The three of them left under the envious gaze of everyone, and many people had anger in their hearts, wanting to make a hair against Zhuang Yangfa but jealous of his background, wanting to face Mu Liangzhe, but the two girls next to him couldn't be provoked. This bitter fruit can only be swallowed in the stomach, but with the last blow, the disciple who doesn't understand feels that Zhuang Yang is releasing water!