Chapter 162 Blood Sword

"Mu Yuze, I once heard my cousin Li Xiaofang say this name."

The hardcover youth is the son of the ancient Li family. Li Wenjun once broke the shackles of all sentient beings in the space maze, refined the crystal of space, went retrograde, and understood the existence of space gods.

"This man is really as strong as rumored. I don't believe that a small general can kill several Shadow Hall stars." There was a strong doubt on Li Wenjun's face. In the past few months, the reputation of Mu Yuze has spread all over Dongzhao. A young man killed the stars of the Shadow Hall with a blood-colored sword, across the young generation, and the rising name has added a title - 'Blood Sword!'

"Yes, I also held an unbelieving attitude at the beginning, until our elder of the meteorite hall solemnly warned me not to provoke a man named Mu Yuze, and I completely believed it."

Du Lingtian said lightly, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth also calmed down at this moment.

"It is said that he also had an indispensable scar and escaped from the hand of the thousand sword demon emperor. Although he doesn't know how he did it, he is really an opponent that can't be underestimated." Chen Lingtian looked at the young man with black hair fluttering, as if he had merged with heaven and earth. The blue gown was windless and automatic, and the crown of his hair trembled slightly.

Li Wenjun also calmed down. As the saying goes, the three are tigers. Although they have not seen the real strength of Mu Yuze, when everyone is spreading the horror of Mu Yuze, he can't help but believe it.

Suddenly, the corners of Li Wenjun's mouth sank and said jokingly, "Your Excellency wants to treat me as a gun, and Mu Yuze will lose both sides, and then can you sit and enjoy the benefits of the fisherman?"

Chen Lingtian's heart jumped, and the hand in his sleeve slowly clenched, but there was no change in his face.

"Brother Li is joking. I'm kind to remind you in case you capsized in the gutter." Chen Lingtian's kind pick-up point.

"Ha ha, isn't it?" Li Wenjun smiled undeniably and did not continue to ask questions.

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The sun is in the sky, the geese fly long, and the white fog rises on the green pine needles surrounded outside the field. The remaining high temperature tells the world that the heat is coming.

The heat on the bluestone road turbulent, and the sweat dripped to the ground and evaporated in an instant, but no one cared about the heat, and the fierce duels dazzled.

"Sneer!"

A tall middle-aged man was thrown to the ground like a dead dog, and his hardcover muscles kept twitching. He seemed to be about to suffocate to death.

"Li Wenjunsheng."

Withdrawing his sight, the son of the Li family slowly paced down. At this moment, the first round had reached the end stage, and the remaining number of people was few. However, Li Wenjun did not have any impatience. What was hidden in his burning eyes was the deepest expectation.

"The next game, Mu Yuze vs Wu Qiming."

As soon as the sound was transmitted, the slightly tired scene was like a huge bomb thrown into the pot and exploded in an instant.

Maybe some people don't know who Mu Yuze is, and even a little disdainful and despise his youth, but those really powerful contestants have noticed this character, in which the color of examination is very strong, as if they can see the depth of Mu Yuze.

The evening rain strode to the front of the stage. Surprisingly, every step of the youth is a range without a millimeter deviation. In the last step, the whole person floated up, the thin blue shirt floated under the wind, and the black hair danced wildly, and slowly landed on the ring. , looking at the undead on the opposite side, like Wu Qiming crawling out of the underworld.

"It's you, the blood sword. Let me solve the hatred of our Shadow Hall. I want to let the world know that I can keep pace with those three demons." A dark shadow hidden in the crowd murmured softly.

"Ha ha, there are really wonderful places with you. I didn't miss it this time." An evil and beautiful woman stood gracefully, and her playful eyes stared at the arrogant back of Yuan Chunyue. An ivory silk outlined the girl's graceful figure, and a head of green silk was pulled up with a carved wooden hairpin, revealing a face of youth like a lotus.

"Sister Qianqin, you don't want to participate, do you?"

Her eyes were like a pool of autumn water. A 14-year-old pink-carved little girl asked in surprise. She knew how deviant this evil elder sister was. The family arranged for her a young hero, the ice room light of the ancient Kunlun clan as her fiance, and Duanmu Qianqin actually took this rich and handsome jade tree Lingfeng. The extraordinary man was so scared that he ran away and didn't dare to get out of the clan for months.

"Hee hee, how can such a funny thing be done without me?"

Duanmu Qianqin bent her eyebrows, and her sexy lips secretly spit out a faint fragrance.

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The sun shines directly on this huge square, and the flat and smooth ground reflects purple light, which looks dreamy and confusing.

Wu Qiming held a dark scepter, looked up and down at the man as elegant as the breeze, and said, "Kid, although you have emerged and overwhelmed the heroes, you are still too far from me."

Wu Qiming, as the head of the dead cave, has extraordinary strength and has already reached the king's level for many years. Naturally, he is confident and domineering, and the strong purple beam has dissipated a lot. The sonorous and powerful words have reached a degree of disturbing the sky and breaking the truth.

"Ha ha, what the predecessor said is not bad, but I just don't believe in the truth and want to break everything."

Mu Yuze opened his mouth, and his tone was simple and peaceful, which seemed to be much inferior to Wu Qiming.

"Hmm!?" Hearing the young man's words, Wu Qiming frowned and said coldly, "Since you don't drink wine, I will fulfill you."

With that, Wu Qiming shook the black scepter in his hand, and the sunlight seemed to be much darker. The black light arc enveloped the platform. 'sneer, sneer'. Black ghosts and skeletons kept coming out of the depths of darkness, holding spears in their hands, and the horses roared, like ghosts harvesting life, with their roaring. , one by one, the blood-red words 'death' fall like snowflakes, the void torn by the strong killing spirit, the perfect intersection of space power and death, and nine to one.

Wu Qiming went up in retrograde, and a corridor paved with white bones went straight to the sky. Finally, he stood on the top of all sentient beings and looked down at the sky. He was like an emperor in the dark, the demon emperor in hell, upholding the power of killing and punishing all sentient beings.

"The Underworld Rebellion." Wu Qiming hoarsely revealed these bytes. The black army extinguished it, the spear waved, the horse hissed, and the earth cracked as it stepped on.

Mu Yuze looked at all this coldly, pulled out the bloody sword behind him, gently stroked the sword body of the killing immortals and demons, and let the army wash away.

"What is he doing? Does he want to take over all this by his body?" The seventh prince standing on the dragon watched quietly and muttered gently.

Shangguan Zhilong smiled and said to An Chengxuan easily: "Nowadays, young people just like to entrust themselves. How can Wu Qiming's deadly holy law be so easy to be low-end? Even I have to deal with it. This move has won or lost!"

Hearing Shangguan Zhilong's vigorous words, the old man's wrinkled face did not rise and stared at the young man who was submerged by the dark army. A faint light flashed in his black and white eyes.

"Bang bang!"

A shocking scene happened. The cold light, the spear that pierced the fine iron folded into the sand one by one and turned into scrap iron, but the evening rain did not have any scars. His feet stepped on the blue sky, like a dragon going to sea, which was unstoppable.

A golden bridge ran through Wu Qiming and made a hole in the corridor, and then the head of the dead cave saw a scene that made him unforgettable for life. A cyan figure was like a hurricane, flying sand and stones. Wherever it passed, all the skeleton army and the necromancer guards turned into dust in the wind, and earthen chickens and dogs. The disintegration, just before he could react, a red horse stabbed his throat trickily and quickly.

"It's not good!"

Wu Qiming shouted angrily and retreated. Every time he landed, there was a black fireworks, and the huge reaction force pushed him to keep moving forward. His arms were shaken, and the walls of space quickly formed one by one was indestructible, and there was a dense triangular structure flowing on it. He wanted to restrain the other party's footsteps.

However, the evening rain did not avoid it. The whole person was like a human-shaped tyrannosaurus rex. Under the collision, those walls that could cross the Yangtze River and resist the waterfall broke like tofu dregs. The bloody sword pierced all the defenses, and one foot abruptly appeared on Wu Qiming's chest.

"Puff."

A black shadow hit out of the field like a cannonball. Suddenly, Wu Qiming's remaining will kept exploding to resist the huge and unparalleled impact. However, all this was in vain. Every time his spiritual power exploded, a slight red light locked everything. At this moment, he finally knew the mystery of Mu Yuze's sword. That's the sword that seals everything.

"Bum."

Wu Qiming violently hit the ground, and the huge force made him, who was pale, bounce back and forth several times, and a mouthful of blood spit out uncontrollably.

And the thin blue figure is like a feathered flying fairy, standing quietly in the nine heavens.

"Twilight rain wins!"

At the scene, it solidified in vain...