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Mu Yang held the sword from the bottom up, and Hou Ping's speed was not bad, so he immediately pulled back the iron rod just to block it.

　　 But Muyang is like cotton, it flies backward in the first block, erratic like a ghost in the snow.

　　 "Pretend to be a god, look at the stick!"

　　 Hou Ping relied on his weapon length and a wide range of attacks. He beat around him indiscriminately, trying to avoid Mu Yang getting close.

　　 And Mu Yang has almost figured out the strength of this guy after just a round of fighting.

"Brother Gou, don't tell me, the disciple of the Infinite Sect is really not that good. Although he is the seventh level of the Spiritual Realm and is also a real combat power, I feel that it is barely about the same as me. This is the disciple of Luoyuegu. Advantage."

　　 Some seniors had analyzed with Mu Yang before that the strength of the disciples in Luoyue Valley was generally a level higher than that of outsiders. At first, Mu Yang was half-believing, but now he believes it, Hou Ping is really rubbish.

　　 Originally, he still wanted to use the multi-function speaker, but now it seems that he can't use it anymore.

　　 Relying on the skillful kamikaze step, Hou Ping couldn't catch up with Muyang at all, let alone attacking Muyang. All of his attacks were hit free, and he was slipped by Muyang like a dog.

　　 "Have the ability to fight me head-on! Always hide, what a good guy!"

　　 Hou Ping was really irritable by Mu Yang, he already regretted a little bit, he didn't follow Jiang Chao's advice before coming.

Originally Jiang Chao intended to inform Hou Ping of Mu Yang's fighting style and methods, but Hou Ping relied on himself to be a level higher than Mu Yang, and did not put Mu Yang in his eyes at all, so he did not listen to Jiang. Say so much. Now, he finally realized that he underestimated the enemy.

　　 It's a pity, it's already too late. After the tossing just now, his spiritual energy has been consumed by half, and he has completely lost his initial aura. Naturally, Mu Yang couldn't let go of such a good opportunity.

　　 So, Mu Yang moved behind Hou Ping, raised the Dragon Yang sword in his hand, a trace of blood was revealed in his eyes, and the golden spiritual power attached to the sword turned into blood red!

　　 "Hehe, martial arts, right? Let me see what a martial arts is! The magic ape thirteen sticks!"

　　 This is Hou Ping's killer, a yellow-level martial arts skill. This move has a total of 13 sticks. After each stick, the power is superimposed and the power is infinite.

　　While performing martial arts, Hou Ping's own power will also rise to the highest state, just like a raging ape, domineering and unparalleled, connected with sticks, once it starts, it cannot be interrupted.

However, Mu Yang laughed, because when he was learning about Hou Ping's information, he deliberately asked his senior to consult about this martial art. Although the Demon Ape Thirteen Cudgel is powerful, it has a fatal drawback, that is, it is a melee martial art. !

　　 And Muyang is ten meters away from Hou Ping now, he can't hit it at all!

　　 On the contrary, the Chitian Heart Sword that Mu Yang is accumulating can be activated remotely.

　　 The moment the eyes of both sides collided, Mu Yang waved the **** sword light!

　　 "Blood!"

　　 "Huh! A mere child, dare to fight for me!" Until this moment, Hou Ping was still full of confidence and rushed up facing him with an iron rod.

　　 But, when he just smashed the first stick, he was completely dumbfounded. It was originally just a lonely **** light, but at this moment, it turned into thousands of tiny blood swords!

　　 Hou Ping, who realized that the problem was wrong, withdrew immediately. The blood stain was in front of him, and he had no chance to change direction to avoid him.

Not to mention, he was quite proficient in the use of this martial art, and his club swing was extremely fast. Although he turned to defense in an emergency, he completely resisted most of the blood swords, and only a small part of the sword light passed through. His defense left small wounds on his body.

　　 For Hou Ping, this kind of injury is just a skin injury, and it doesn't get in the way.

　　 "Haha! Counting a ball, with such a great momentum, I thought it would be..."

　　 "Memorial to heaven!"

　　 Hou Ping didn't breathe a second breath, but suddenly smelled a **** smell. He settled down and looked at Muyang. A huge **** sword shadow stood on top of Muyang's head!

　　 From this sword shadow, there was a terrible power, and an attack of this level made him swallow the words that he hadn't finished.

　　 He seemed to be locked in by Mu Yang, and seeing the powerful moves, his legs were a bit soft.

　　 Muyang didn't release it directly, but he still had the mind to use the sacred wind step to move around Hou Ping at high speed. For a while, Hou Ping didn't know where to escape.

　　 "Damn it! Magic stick defense!"

　　 He gritted his teeth, inserted an iron rod into the ground, held the rod with both hands, and instilled spiritual power into it. A black energy shield emerged from it, surrounding Hou Ping.

　　 And Mu Yang finally stopped at this time, struggling to split the sacrifice in his hand!

　　 Boom!

　　 The huge sword shadow slammed into the black protective cover firmly.

　　 But the stalemate stage that people imagined did not appear. Under the oppression of the sacrificial heaven, the protective shield was like a gullah, it was directly smashed by the sword shadow and slashed on top of Hou Ping's head.

　　In an instant, golden light spread all over Hou Ping's body, and Mu Yang also felt a huge force bounce back from the sword.

　　 This is the last barrier for the contestants, the golden body formation!

　　 Muyang was just using this sword, so he directly killed the magic circle!

　　 "Break me!"

　　 Muyang gritted his teeth~www.wuxiaspot.com~ increased the strength in his hand, and output spiritual power like money or not.

　　嘭!

　　 After three breaths, the golden light exploded and turned into golden light scattered all over the sky!

　　 At the same time, Hou Ping spit out a fresh arrow and flew out, opening a hundred meters away from Mu Yang.

　　 Hou Ping seemed to be lost, shaking his head constantly, clutching his chest and muttering: "Impossible! Impossible!"

And Mu Yang was too lazy to care about him anymore. After this battle, Hou Ping must be seriously injured, not for seven or eight days, and he could not heal. If Mu Yang stopped at the last moment, he was afraid that he would be disabled now. It was enough to kill him.

　　 Muyang only then put away his spiritual power, took a few pills to restore spiritual power, and looked at the back of his hand. The original number "Eleven" has now become "Twelve".

　　 This means that Mu Yang successfully defeated Hou Ping and grabbed his points. At almost the same time, on the Zongmen standings above the square, the points of Luoyue Valley increased by one, and the points of Infinite Zong decreased by one.

　　 At this moment, the Infinite Sect collectively fell into silence.

　　 After all, they still underestimated Mu Yang's strength. Luoyuegu used special teaching methods to make their disciples have a high combat effectiveness. This is no secret in the East Phoenix Realm.

But Mu Yang’s attainments in refining are so high that they mistakenly believe that Mu Yang spends all his thoughts on refining, and his cultivation level should be much weaker than ordinary disciples. The fact is, they think too much. too much.

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