Layers of backthorn thorns crowded the already small black ink arena.

From the outside world, Wang Zicheng's figure was almost swallowed up in the dense thorny forest.

At first glance, it seemed that Xu Mu had taken the lead, but only he knew that he did not take much advantage.

When razor-sharp thorns fluttered and attacked Wang Zicheng, they would be swept away by a strong invisible wind wave.

"Spiritual art, eye of the storm!" An invisible wave of qi surrounded Wang Zicheng's side, forming a powerful cylindrical wind shield.

His hair and clothes fluttered with it.

Just like when he came to power, Wang Zicheng's expression was calm and peaceful, and his confident smile never dissipated.

Xu Mu looked solemn and felt Wang Zicheng, who was standing in the middle of thousands of thorny vines, motionless as a mountain, and said cautiously: "Three shackles have been broken. ”

That's right, the aura that Wang Zicheng exuded when he cast the Eye of the Spiritual Storm was the strength of the three shackles completely.

And the pressure on Xu Mu is even worse than Hua Qiuyu.

This prince has been hiding his strength, no wonder he has no fear.

Wang Zicheng, who was standing in the center of the eye of the storm, slowly pulled the folding fan in his hand open, and then bowed very cautiously, and said slowly:

"Xu Mu, you are the strongest opponent I have ever faced, and as a sign of respect, I will fight you with all my might. ”

He is confident but not conceited, from the beginning to the present, he has not despised Xu Mu in the slightest.

As the words fell, the momentum in his body swept through the arena like a whirlwind.

Although it was the strength that broke the three shackles, the sense of oppression brought by that aura was even worse than that of a monk of the same rank.

It was an oppression from the depths of the soul, and it was unbearable.

Xu Mu was very familiar with this feeling, because when he used it with all his might, whether it was the Colorful Spirit Tree or the Nine Shadows Fire, it would exude this aura.

This is an aura that belongs exclusively to the Xuan-level spiritual root. Above the Yellow Rank Spirit Root.

"Xuan-level spiritual root!" took a deep breath, and Xu Mu spit out four words with a solemn expression.

That's right, this Wang Zicheng is actually the owner of a Xuan-level spiritual root.

But it all happened so suddenly.

Whether it is in the Eastern Realm or on the Dragon Gate List, the owner of the Xuan-level Spirit Root is very rare.

The well-known Xuan-level spiritual roots are no more than five fingers.

There are only three people on the Dragon Gate list, Nangong Ling, Dongmen Wulian, and the Holy Maiden Long Xixi of the Yin and Yang Harmony School of the Evil Gate.

Although Xu Mu didn't think that he and Zi Tan were the only two monks who had hidden the identity of the Xuan-level spiritual root, he never expected that he would bump into one of them on top of this Eastern Realm celebration.

He is the owner of the Xuan-level spiritual root, and Xu Mu understands very well what the Xuan-level spiritual root represents.

The top talent, almost invincible combat power of the same level.

Although this Wang Zicheng only broke the shackles of the three spiritual roots, his real combat power was definitely not inferior to the monk who broke the shackles of the four spiritual roots.

He has the strength to enter the top 10 of the Dragon Gate list.

And the reason why Wang Zicheng only revealed his identity as a Xuan-level spiritual root monk today is probably because of the same reason as Zi Sandalwood.

I am afraid that the edge will be too strong and become the target of public criticism. Therefore, it was hidden by the sect.

In order to be on top of the Eastern Realm Celebration, a blockbuster.

Fight your way into the Forbidden Lands.

Until he touched himself, forcing him to fight with all his might, otherwise his years of forbearance would be in vain.

"What, what did I hear!

Xu Mu's voice was smooth and powerful, and when he spit out the four words Xuan-level spiritual root, the onlookers couldn't believe their ears one by one.

"Wang Zicheng is a Xuan-level spiritual root, didn't you see a joke, right? He disguised himself as a monk who broke two spiritual roots, and he actually hid a Xuan-level spiritual root. ”

"Oh my God, do you know what the Xuan-level spiritual root represents? That is, an invincible existence of the same level. The Great Day faction has good means, and it actually hides the prince into this genius. He is probably the biggest dark horse that has been held so far in the Eastern Realm. ”

"Does anyone still say that Xu Muwen won?"

Feeling the compelling aura of Wang Zicheng, not only the monks who watched the excitement were extremely surprised.

Even all the powerhouses on the Longmen list also voted for the prince one after another.

The darling of the Xuan-level Spiritual Root Heaven and Earth, his cultivation speed far exceeds that of cultivators of the same generation, not to mention, his terrifying combat power can be called terrifying.

As long as he grows up, the entire Eastern Realm will have a place for the Great Nippon faction in the future.

Although the Great Sun School is now one of the eighteen first-class sects in the Eastern Realm, it is at the bottom of the list after all.

Now that there is Wang Zicheng, a hundred years later, he will definitely enter the top three.

The decisive stage was presided over by Bai Bo, and Hei Bo was guarding Nangong Ling's side.

Feeling the aura of Wang Zicheng's faint suppression of his spiritual root, Hei Bo said earnestly: "Young Master, if you face Wang Zicheng, you must not take it lightly. ”

"It's okay, my Red Flame Spirit Sword Spirit Root is the most Xuan-level Spirit Root, and it's not just a Xuan-level Spirit Root that can suppress me, and it's ......" Speaking of this, Nangong Ling's face was full of arrogance.

"My cultivation is still a step ahead of him. ”

"Don't plant here, we've got a fight. Dongmen Wulove, this stunning woman who looks like a beautiful man at first glance, her eyes were fixed on Xu Mu's face, who looked very solemn, and she whispered to herself.

"It's better to die here, and I don't have to do it myself. Nangong Ling, who was hidden in the crowd, smiled cruelly.

"Re-introduction, I, Wang Zicheng, have broken the shackles of the three spiritual roots. Standing in the thorn bush, Wang Zicheng, who let the thorns attack frantically and did not move, said softly: "Awaken the Xuan-level spiritual root, and the storm fan." ”

"I haven't fought a monk with a Xuan-level spiritual root yet. He slowly exhaled a breath to calm his mood swings when he encountered a Xuan-level Spirit Root opponent.

Xu Mu smiled back.

"So, please advise!"

"This move is called Gale Kill!" The spiritual power swung out, and the seemingly ordinary folding fan in Wang Zicheng's hand was magnified countless times, almost as high as himself.

When he cast his spiritual skills, his entire gentle temperament was instantly replaced by fierceness.

Hold your hands on either side of the fan bone, and then swing it out.

Call!

Spiritual power surged in the wanton wind, and his clothes and Xu Mu's clothes were swept up by the strong wind and waves.

forced the latter to squint.

Poof!

The wind raged like a knife on the arena, and the thorns that covered the black ink arena actually broke under the strong wind.

It was a thorn that was comparable to the hardness of a magic weapon.

Thousands of thorn vines that grew under the control of the little demon, like leeks in the mortal world, were cut down one by one.

Immediately, the power of the gale killing was not exhausted, and it attacked and killed Xu Mu directly.

Fortunately, the Black Ink Arena was guarded by a formation, and the prince became the roaring wind after penetrating the enchantment around the arena.

It has been weakened countless times.

But the strong wind pressure still blows everyone's eyes hard to open.

The rapidly whirring crack scraped against the skin of the onlookers, and a hot grinding sensation rose from everyone.

All the disciples of the Guiyuan Sect also narrowed their eyes, the eyes are the most vulnerable part of a person, and it is undoubtedly a very stupid act to open their eyes in the gale mixed with the spiritual power of the wind.

"Oh no, this prince is really good. Senior Brother Xu Mu is afraid that it is dangerous. Yang Lingzi, who closed his eyes, said as he tried to spread his divine sense to the Black Ink Arena.

It's a pity that the formation of the Black Ink Arena is isolated from the divine sense, and the divine sense cannot be seen by the eyes, and the divine sense is useless.

"Don't underestimate him, this kid is difficult to entangle!" Duanmu Rong's voice was very weak under the whistling wind and waves, and it still reached the ears of several senior brothers beside him.

Maybe except for Yang Lingzi, Li and Zitan don't need Duanmu Rong's comfort at all, and the two of them probably know Xu Mu's strength better than Duanmu Rong.

For a while, no one knew what the situation was on the field.

As for whether Xu Mu can resist Wang Zicheng's gale killing, no one knows.

It was calm for a long time.

Only then did the onlookers have a chance to open their eyes and look at the black ink arena.

Now it's as clean as a wash.

Not only did the dense thorny jungle disappear without a trace, they were even sure that there was not even a speck of dust left in the ring.

Then Qi Shushu's gaze froze on the position where Xu Mu was originally standing.

It has been replaced by a shield wall made of withered yellow leaves.

Horizontal and vertical, dense knife marks spread all over the entire shield wall.

But it's a pity that Wang Zicheng's gale kill didn't completely break through the defense of this shield wall.

Immediately, I saw the blades on the shield wall slowly wriggling, and Xu Mu's unharmed figure stepped out from behind the shield wall.

Bloody clasped his hands to his chest, and the gale was less than three feet away from his body before being annihilated by his terrifying aura.

Looking at Xu Mu, who had no injuries except for his slightly messy clothes, the oldest old man among the five powerhouses, smiled maliciously.

"Hehe, they may not know that this kid Xu Mu is also a Xuan-level spiritual root. ”

Mozi Qi smiled lightly and responded:

"Xuan-level spiritual root to Xuan-level spiritual root, this is not something that can be seen in every Eastern Realm celebration. ”

"Little demon, don't make a move, leave the rest of the battle to me. ”

With a solemn expression, Xu Mu said as his right hand slowly raised.

The remnants of the shield wall floated as if they were spiritual, and turned into countless blades, protecting Xu Mu's body.

This level of combat is beyond the reach of the Thorn Thorn.

Even if it wanted to help, it wouldn't help.

Xu Mu simply let it watch the battle.

Wang Zicheng didn't expect a single blow to work.

But Xu Mu was unharmed, which was beyond his expectations, even if it was an ordinary law body realm cultivator, under his fan, he would be embarrassed.

"Well, it's worthy of Xu Mu, it didn't disappoint me. ”

After being slightly surprised, the smile on Wang Zicheng's face became even happier.

He has been suppressed for too long, and since he awakened the Xuan-level spiritual root, he has been hidden by his master, knowing that he can only let go of the battle today.

As a result, he is very eager to meet opponents who can match his strength.

And Xu Mu undoubtedly has this condition now.

Wang Zicheng had no reservations, and laughed twice.

His cultivation soared to the limit, and this time he even used the power of the Xuan-level Spirit Root.

His adult-tall folding fan magic weapon instantly flourished.

"Storm Fury!"

The wind between heaven and earth changed inexplicably in Wang Zicheng's voice.

The clouds floating on the clouds were originally moving at a slow speed, as if they were being manipulated by a pair of invisible hands.

was quickly driven away from the Nangong family's heavenly vault.

Call!

A howling storm blew across more than a dozen arenas.

(End of chapter)