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"That's amazing!"

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Before this situation came out, everyone thought that Mu Liangsheng must have been killed this time, but suddenly such a strange situation appeared, and everyone was full of surprise. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Lord Mu Dart has won!"

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After one person cheered, everyone reacted, and then shouted together, and the heart that was hanging because of worry and fear just now was put down.

So the whole Huangya Bang competition scene, applause and cheers, enduring.

Situ Hongyu in the audience exclaimed: "What a strong sword qi, this sword is really evil!" The scene of drinking blood and sword hurting him vaguely appeared in his mind.

"This blood-drinking sword is really a powerful sword!" Duan Yifeng looked at Mu Liangsheng's blood-drinking sword, his eyes revealing a hint of greed.

Nangong Qingtian, who popped up, was also shocked when he was pushed out horizontally, and he looked very unbelievable.

"It's not so easy to beat me!" Nangong Qingtian suddenly roared, his body was not stable, his palms waved again, and a domineering Xuan Qi suddenly rose.

"Phantom clone!"

With a flick of his robe, the whole person instantly dissipated into the air like mist, and then his deity suddenly conjured seven or eight phantoms, and these seven or eight phantoms came out one after another from seven or eight directions.

Only one of the phantom clones is a deity, but from the appearance, it is difficult to tell which one is real and which one is fake, as they are almost identical.

And these seven or eight phantoms surrounded and circled, all of them staring coldly at Mu Liangsheng.

Looking at these phantoms, everyone couldn't help but feel dizzy, martial arts can reach this realm, but there is really no one.

And Mu Liangsheng on the stage, surrounded by phantoms, he held the blood-drinking sword, looked around at the shadows, and his face looked very nervous.

With the slightest mistake, he knew that one of these phantoms would strike, and because there were so many of them, he was obviously a little careless.

At this moment, a phantom suddenly rushed out, and a pair of blue palm knives slashed directly at Mu Liangsheng.

Before Mu Liangsheng saw it, he felt a gust of wind behind him, his body spun suddenly, and the blood-drinking sword in his hand directly slashed at the phantom's body.

As soon as the blood-drinking sword touched his body, Nangong Qingtian's rushing body immediately dissipated and turned into a wisp of smoke.

"False...... Fake!" the crowd wondered.

Before the sword stopped, there was another figure, flying one after another, Mu Liangsheng still swung his sword upward, and the body was still like last time, still turned into a curling smoke.

"It's fake again!"

"Alas, yes, fake!"

And then several times in a row, the people in the audience became agitated.

Beads of sweat gradually appeared on Mu Liangsheng's forehead, and after being by these phantoms several times in a row, he was no longer as combative as the first wave, and even felt a little dizzy.

And at this moment, Nangong Qingtian in the phantom also seemed to see this.

In an instant, the two shadows left, one after the other, forming a two-sided attack on Mu Liangsheng, which made Mu Liangsheng, who was already having a headache, even more difficult to parry.

Mu Liangsheng looked sideways at the phantom of Nangong Qingtian who was rushing from both sides, although he was anxious in his heart, he didn't dare to move much, because he also made a decision, whether one of the Nangong Qingtian that appeared before and after was real or both of them were fake. If one of them is true, then which one should he split, if it is all fake, then which one should be split, and his head is big for a while.

However, all this only stopped for a moment, and the two phantoms of Nangong Qingtian who rushed did not give him much time to think.

In the blink of an eye, the two figures had arrived behind and in front of him.

Mu Liangsheng's eyes suddenly widened, and he swung his sword like lightning, slashing at Nangong Qingtian in front.

"Huh!"

The long sword touched the body, and the Nangong Qingtian in front of him suddenly dissipated, still turning into a wisp of smoke.

At this time, Mu Liangsheng was thinking that if it was the one behind the attack, it might be too late in time and speed.

"Bang!"

Nangong Qingtian behind him, the blue palm shadow instantly hit Mu Liangsheng's back, and suddenly a hot pain climbed up Mu Liangsheng's deeply locked eyebrows.

"Grandpa!"

Zhuo Yifan, who was in the audience, suddenly became nervous, and hurriedly walked towards the high platform.

At this time, Huya stepped forward to stop him and said worriedly: "Brother Yifan, why are you going?"

"Senior Brother Huya, I can't watch my grandfather have something, I have to save him!"

"Brother Yifan, calm down, with your current martial arts, you can only be sent to death!"

"I don't care! Even if I die, I will go up!" Seeing that his grandfather Mu Liangsheng was slapped in the face, Zhuo Yifan almost lost his mind.

Although the little monk Huya is young, he is much more sober than him now, and he hugged Zhuo Yifan, just to prevent him from running up impulsively.

"Senior Brother Huya, don't stop me!" Zhuo Yifan said desperately.

Huya's eyes opened wide and round, and he persuaded: "Brother Yifan, look, your grandfather's injury is not serious!"

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, he stopped his continuous struggle outward, and looked at the stage.

I saw that after Mu Liangsheng received that palm, he swung his sword and slashed towards Nangong Qingtian behind him, as soon as the sword body touched, Nangong Qingtian behind him was instantly split by the blood-drinking sword, turning into a wisp of smoke, still a phantom.

After receiving Nangong Qingtian's palm, everyone was a little disappointed and worried about Mu Liangsheng, and at this time, seeing that Mu Liangsheng had not lost his combat effectiveness, a glimmer of hope rose in an instant. This hope sustained them to hold their breath and watch the battle, because only if Mu Liangsheng won, they could live.

Zhuo Yifan, who insisted on rushing up, also stopped desperately trying to save his grandfather at this time, after all, his martial arts are not good, he really wants to go up, and he can only cause chaos for Mu Liangsheng. In fact, it was not that he didn't understand this, but the palm just now really scared him, for fear that Mu Liangsheng would really have some accidents.

As soon as the phantom dispersed, the tense atmosphere on the stage returned to its original state.

"Mu Liangsheng, the palm I just now was just a phantom, if it were my deity, I wouldn't say that you would know the consequences!" Nangong Qingtian's phantom suddenly said to Mu Liangsheng.

Needless to say, Mu Liangsheng naturally understood that the reason why he didn't get seriously injured in the palm just now was because it was a phantom, and the phantom only had one-third of his strength, so that blow didn't make him lose his combat effectiveness.

And next, Nangong Qingtian is very likely to mix the deity into it, so that the danger is high, and it can be described as terrifying step by step.

The reason why Nangong Qingtian told him the truth was not because he was kind, but on purpose, he just wanted to see the frightened appearance of others, especially those who were frightened. (To be continued.) )