Chapter 125 Speed Battle

"hehe." Meng Sheng's eyes glowed and looked straight at Mu Chen with disgusting laughter, but he still looked polite and said, "Brother Xinmu, I have long heard that you are good at it and defeated Yan Lang's waste. Today, when I see you, this skill on the mouth is really powerful."

Mu Chen smiled gently, ignored it, and sighed, "It's really my honor to have the honor to compete with you."

Meng Sheng is the most outstanding talent in the next generation of Tiandao Temple. His cultivation qualifications are beyond the reach of Yan Lang. He is also the biggest favorite in this competition. It is also because of his excellence that he has developed this unruly personality and never pays attention to others.

"Since Brother Xinmu said so, let me guide you." Meng Sheng smiled and slowly walked to Mu Chen.

Looking at Meng Sheng coming, Mu Chen took a deep breath. Now his body has roughly recovered. This is also the first battle since he stepped into the soul realm. How strong he is in the soul realm can never be realized without actual combat.

The elder on the stage looked at the two people who were ready to go and quickly said, "I haven't said anything to start yet. Both of you wait a minute."

He said this, but the two people on the stage ignored it completely. At the same time, they jumped forward, and their fists and feet began to open fiercely with a strong airflow.

The elders on the stage are pale. In front of so many disciples, they can be said to have lost their face and want to start to attack. Their true energy may burst out at any time. However, even so, the two still ignore each other and attack each other unscrupulously.

Suddenly, the two collided with fists. Although they were testing each other without exerting all their strength, their huge true spirit squeezed out in an instant, and a strong hurricane flew around.

At this time, the elder who was about to take action looked extremely ugly. He himself was the strength of the fourth-class soul realm, but looking at the two players in front of him, he found that Meng Sheng was a third-class soul realm and Mu Chen was a second-class soul realm. If he really angered the two, he was not an opponent at all. Moreover, with the strength of these two, he became It's only a matter of time before the elders of Tiandao Temple are only a matter of time. Now he doesn't want to raise these two great enemies.

"Ele Qiu Xu, don't be angry. Don't worry about the juniors. Come and see the comparison between the two of them." Dao Huanzhen saw the embarrassment of the elders on the stage and said with a smile.

Elder Qiu Xu also happened to follow the steps, smiled awkwardly and said respectfully, "Yes."

After saying that, he jumped off the platform and found a chair to sit down.

Mu Chen and Meng Sheng didn't pay attention to Elder Qiu Xu's every move at all. After several rapid battles, both sides took a few steps back, but Mu Chen did not expect that his opponent was a strong man in a third-class soul realm. It seemed that he was about the same age as himself. Such achievements were really amazing. However, he was able to step into the second-class soul realm because he absorbed a lot of spiritual power in the elixir furnace.

"Isn't it right? I thought this fight would be boring, but today it was more than I expected. In the new generation, no one is your opponent except me. No wonder Yan Lang's garbage will lose." Meng Sheng stared at Mu Chen and said in a low voice.

Mu Chen sneered: "Is there anyone who is my opponent? I don't know, but I don't need to except you."

"The second-class soul realm dares to be so arrogant in front of me." Meng Sheng shouted fiercely and rushed up. The deeper the realm of cultivation, the deeper the realm, the more terrible the gap in strength between the levels. If it is a battle between the real realm and the air, the difference between one level will have no effect, but it is not so easy for the soul realm to fight across the level, and the division of each realm level will be worse. Two-class, which also means that it is difficult to cultivate to the later stage.

However, Mu Chen was not afraid of the opponent from the opposite side. Suddenly, a purple-gold energy halo appeared in his hand. Under the sunlight, the light above was not obvious, but Meng Guang frowned tightly. He clearly sensed the horror of this energy, not the strength of energy, but too violent.

"This is... "Ancient magic!" At this time, the pupils of Daohuan suddenly dilated. Although most of the other elders also saw the face of this ancient magic, they were not as shocked as Taohuan.

The stronger the strength, the stronger the fear of the ancient demon spirit. People who have experienced that generation will never forget the shocking battle thousands of years ago, but why this energy appeared in this young man is really favored by God.

Although Meng Guang's qualifications are very high, some of his experience is shallow. Naturally, he doesn't know that this thing is an ancient magic spirit, but it still makes him feel a little uneasy. He quickly pulled out the sword at his waist, and the Taoist sword formula appeared in front of him, waiting for Mu Chen's attack.

"Today, I will break your pride and let you know who the real garbage is." Mu Chen shouted loudly, and the purple-gold in his hand was full, and the purple-gold halo also appeared under his feet. The moon step exerted to the extreme, as if stepping on the air and flying to Meng Sheng.

The latter felt the fierce offensive of the other party and was still fearless. The sword was sacrificed in front of him, emitting a dazzling light, and the sword spirit floated lightly around.

A fierce punch hit the body of the sword. Meng Sheng only felt that his chest was stuffy and he stepped back several steps, but the sword did not move, and thousands of sword marks suddenly gushed out around the body.

Feeling countless sharp blades scratching towards him, Mu Chen did not retreat. With these attacks on his body, he punched and suddenly shot the sword away.

As soon as Meng Sheng's hand trick was introduced, the sword seemed to be spiritual and flew back into his hand. At this time, he looked at Mu Chen's appearance. Although there were countless wounds on his body, which seemed to be a little embarrassed, these scars were very superficial, only hurting a little skin and flesh. Meng Sheng knew exactly how strong the power he had just attacked was. The strength of this body is really terrible.

"Is this your attack? It's ridiculous. Is this the person who claims to be above the strength of all the new generation of disciples? It's just a joke." Mu Chen said coldly that while his level was upgraded with the ancient magic spirit, the improvement of his strength was far from that of others. Although the other party was a third-class soul realm, Mu Chen, who had the ancient magic spirit, was not afraid at all.

Meng Sheng, who had always been enough to make his peers look up to, was so embarrassed on the stage today. He was very angry and did not speak. He hit the sword flower in his hand. Suddenly, the sword shook back and his figure suddenly disappeared on the stage. The next moment, he suddenly appeared in front of Mu Chen.

At this moment, the speed was increased by more than ten times. The light flashed under Mu Chen's feet and dangerously avoided the attack, leaving a wisp of hair in the air.

As soon as the purple gold under his feet disappeared, Meng Sheng's figure suddenly rushed again. The speed was so fast that even most of the disciples under the stage could not see the transformation of Meng Sheng's figure.

The purple gold swept over his legs crazily, and the whole lower body even became the color of purple gold at that moment, dodging Meng Sheng again.

In this way, the two have run several times on the high platform in the blink of an eye, and there was an uproar. Huang Hui whispered in her heart: Mu Chen, you seem to be much more powerful than when I first met you. What was your past identity? It was really too dazzling.

On one side, Yan Lang's face was full of shock. He knew that Mu Chen was very strong, but he didn't expect that he was so strong. Now it seems that he mostly didn't use his best when fighting with him. Now when he thinks about it, Yan Lang feels more and more ridiculous. The inconspicuous Taoist priest who has been making things difficult has such strength. .

Once again, Mu Chen dodged a sword from the other party, but this time he did not continue to flee to one side. His purple-gold pupils had already seen through the source of Meng Sheng's speed, and he couldn't help sneering: the strange method of Tiandao was indeed a strong horror. He actually used the sword as a medium to improve his speed with the speed of the sword.

Mu Chen was not in a hurry to fight back against the other party, but suddenly punched the sword, and the hidden energy on it was instantly dissipated.

Although it was not hit on his body, Meng Sheng showed panic. Mu Chen's purple gold flashed again and turned behind Meng Sheng. The latter's speed was not used, and he didn't have time to turn back. He only felt a shock behind him and turned forward and flew forward.

"The speed just now is not bad. Do you want to do it again?" Mu Chen narrowed her eyes slightly and looked playfully at the figure not far from the ground.