Chapter 82 The Hidden Crisis

"Fengming Kingdom - Tianlun, please give me more advice!" The man arched his hand and blew himself up the door.

"Monster..."

With a roar, the monster ran first towards the man, the explosive muscles stretched moderately, and the casserole-like fist went straight towards the other party. The other party also felt the strength of the monster, but there was no intention of retreating. The slightly thin fist met, and there was no fierce collision. The water-like light wave rippled away. The monster was surprised, and its strength seemed to hit a sponge and was completely absorbed.

"Jitsu...?" If so, it can be said that he has met a nemesis, and his strongest attack is useless, and the monster's face is slightly solemn.

Thinking about it, the man's attack has come, both positive and the monster's hard resistance, but the force is not painful. What's the matter?

"shifting..." The man's deep voice came, and then the monster only felt as if he had been manipulated. Involuntarily, with a bang, the man's attack had come. The dark green light hit the monster, and he could only watch the hit, and a pain of a cone spread all over his body.

"So that's it, spiritual warlock?" After being blown away again, the monster finally realized that he had made a mistake in judgment at the beginning. It was not jiu-jitsu at all, but a powerful mental interference.

"Dad found it? Unfortunately, it's too late." I only heard the man muttering, and I don't know what he was muttering.

"Hmm?" The monster's body was completely out of his control and began to walk out of the ring, subduing without fighting? The competition stipulates that if you admit defeat or are knocked out of the ring, you will be judged to fail.

"Is it really that simple? The game has just begun!" The monster's walking speed is obviously decreasing, and its head is turning back mechanically, but it is completely fixed when it is near the ring.

The spiritual connection began to weaken, and in the end, the man completely lost the breath of the monster. The man was alert and his body habitually flashed towards the side. With a bang, there was a dull roar in place, and the ring was faintly shaking. "Oh..." After several jumps in a row, the man escaped from the ring, lost his opponent's breath, and his spirit could not lock the target. The man, who was just in absolute advantage, instantly reversed his position.

"Search God..." The man said secretly in his heart, and a somewhat vague figure appeared in the man's spiritual perception. Where are you going this time? The man smiled secretly, and his huge spiritual power swept away again. The next moment, the man's smile froze on his face, and his mental strength actually lost his goal, but he did see his opponent's figure.

"Crazy..." I only heard the monster roar, the body changed again, and the musculoskeletal body returned to its original state after swelling, but the monster's breath obviously became much stronger. Is this feeling...?

"Hey, the role of prey and hunter?" After madness, the speed and power of the monster went up again and directly broke into the super level. This is a strength gap between different levels, but madness is undoubtedly a very energy-consuming way. With the improvement of strength and other levels, simple power speed does not have an advantage.

The monster's figure disappeared in place and appeared behind the man in an instant. The man's mental strength that had just reacted exploded in an instant. Unfortunately, the monster's fist did not stop because of this. This is why the challenge is so difficult. With a bang, the man was smashed away.

"The spiritual warlock is just like this..." The short advancement brought a qualitative leap, but it was enough. The ghost appeared behind the man, holding the man's body with both hands and threw it out of the field. The strong power was irresistible, and the proud strong spiritual power lost its original power. The effect still can't stop the figure from flying out, but the monster won the game.

"Let's go..." This competition, Mu Feng, the third contestant in Qiushui, finally caught up. Although he only has the strength of the sixth-level intermediate level, it is really not enough in the eyes of this group of players who are above the seventh-level, but don't forget that he participated in this exchange meeting as the second place.

"Mufeng, Qiushuiguo..."

"It's unknown. Let me see your strength, otherwise who deserves to know my name?" The man was a little arrogant, probably because Mu Feng's strength was indeed a little low, and he naturally didn't pay attention to it.

The golden fist appeared behind the man in an instant. The man did not expect that the opponent would suddenly launch an attack. If he could not dodge, he was hit straight, and blood flowed out of the corners of the man's mouth in an instant.

Wiping off the blood from the corners of his mouth, the man's teve voice came and said, "The speed and strength are good. It is worthy of being an elite disciple who can be selected to participate in the exchange meeting."

I saw the man pointing to the void behind him, and the two figures appeared beside the man out of thin air, standing one left and one right, looking at Mu Feng blankly. As soon as their thoughts moved, the three rushed towards Mu Feng at the same time. As soon as they dodged another figure, they immediately attacked, and there was also the threat of the man. The three actually had an innate tacit understanding. The attack continued to leave a void. As long as Mu Feng reveals a little flaw, the consequences can be imagined.

"Puppist?" Avoid it, this is a rare profession.

"Three talented arrays..." Only the man shouted softly, and the other two figures who received the order, the three surrounded Mu Feng in a triangular posture. Teleportation!" Mu Feng shouted softly, but found that he had lost contact with the outside world. Then there was a voice, and the three of them said at the same time, "Wind, fire, thunder!" In a small range, the power of wind, fire and thunder actually swept towards the wind. Looking at the sky full of fire, thunder and lightning, Mu Feng's face was calm, and the golden energy exploded on the surface of his body and said, "All methods are empty..." Almost inaudible, but the sky-filled spell was melting and finally completely dissipated in nothingness. The golden big hand pressed towards the array, and the sound was endless, and the glory kept flowing. Finally, the golden big hand collapsed in the void.

"Can't you?" Looking at the golden big hand dissipated above, Mu Feng muttered that there is still a gap in strength. Otherwise, if Mu Feng reaches the seventh level, he can completely destroy it, even if the other party has three people. The man opposite was also shocked. The other party's only sixth-level intermediate strength also caused a lot of pressure on him. In addition, the magic mysteriously disappeared. The teenager in front of him had an explosive power that was inconsistent with his strength.

"Try this new trick..." Mu Feng is imprisoned in the three talent array and can't break through, and his other martial arts skills have no use. Unless he can break through this place, his energy will eventually be exhausted by the other party. Sooner or later, failure will be a matter of time.

Mu Feng quietly closed his eyes, and his mind instantly sank into the spiritual world. Under the inspiration of Mu Feng, the virtual shadow sitting above the power gully of the original soul disappeared into the void, and a huge force began to flow in Mu Feng's body, and the virtual shadow with his eyes closed appeared in Mu Feng's body. After that, he kept looking up to the sky and roaring. Gently clenched his fist, a full feeling filled his whole body, and the wind was like a demon god.

"Demon God Change..." A hurricane-like black energy burst out beside Mu Feng. The three talents could not stand such a huge energy impact and collapsed in the void. The three figures flew backwards, obviously all of which were very damaged.

"Transp!" The black hand went straight to the man's chest, irresistible and immovable. A puppet appeared in front of the man and wanted to block Mu Feng's attack. With a bang, the puppet was directly smashed in the void. The black-wrapped hand just slowed down, and the man could only watch the arrival of death.

At this moment, a thin arm stretched out from nowhere blocked Mu Feng's black hand. This man was the Venerable Xuanhai and said lightly, "The victory or defeat have been divided. Don't kill!"

Looking at the opponent who walked off the Fengming Pavilion, Mu Feng was shocked. What happened to him just now? Why do you want to kill your opponent like this? This is not your own style at all.

Walking off the stage, the famous sword elder looked at the return Mu Feng's face without much joy, and said with a slightly solemn face, "Mu Feng, how did you have such a strong desire to kill just now?"

"Do you have it? Just now, I just wanted to win..." Mu Feng recalled that he did just perform the demon change according to his will, but there was a strong desire to dominate himself in his heart. It seemed that it was not himself who controlled him to take action just now, but others? But I don't feel like that.

"That's why the virtual shadow emerging behind you feels a little dangerous. It's better for you to use less." The famous elder with fiery eyes and pointed out the key to the problem.

Venerable Xuanhai whispered a few words in the ears of the monarch of the Kingdom of Kablan, and then came the monarch's voice and said, "I'm sorry, due to special circumstances, today's game ended early and will continue tomorrow." After saying that, his face did not leave well accompanied by the Venerable Xuanhai.

As soon as he came out of the royal garden, there came the urgent voice of Caplan, saying, "Are you telling the truth? The man is back?"

"I did feel the man's breath at that time, but it was a little different, but I'm sure that the man will come back one day. He can't die so easily at all..." Xuanhai said in a low voice.

"You can't easily startle the snake unless you have to, otherwise it will undoubtedly bring a disaster to the Kingdom of Cablan. If it really gets to that point, maybe only "he" can save us." The monarch of Cabran sighed a lot, and some things could not be changed by himself.

Today's competition ended early, which did not have a great impact on the players from all over the country. The three groups of famous sword elders returned to their residences.

Lying on the roof of the room is also a small hobby of Mu Feng. He began to recall what happened in the past few days and whether there was anything special. After receiving the inheritance of the shadow, Mu Feng only felt a little strange in his body, but he couldn't say that sometimes his thoughts were not controlled by himself.

At this time, it was dusk, and the red sunset in the sky was beautiful. An illusory figure slowly appeared in front of the wind. The predecessors of the Yan clan actually appeared at this time, and they didn't know what happened?