What if the Holy Son goes crazy again and loses his life instead of watching the fun?
Therefore, in the martial arts arena at this moment, except for Peng Yu and others who were watching the battle, there were only a few strong men in the Perfection Realm in the entire Jingtan Sect who dared to take a look.
On the field.
Isolated by layers of barriers.
The two of them stood on the void arena, only a few dozen meters apart.
The arena is huge, like a small world.
"What is your name?"
A long iron rod appeared in the hand of the Holy Son, and he held a few stick flowers and punched it on the ground, causing the entire arena to tremble.
"Yang Shui." Chen Muyu said directly.
The Holy Son glanced sideways at Chen Muyu, seemingly a little surprised, "What an ordinary name, it doesn't suit you at all..."
"The Holy Son thinks too highly of me." Chen Muyu responded lightly.
The Holy Son said, "I have a gift of supernatural power. I have deduced the battle with you from the first moment I saw you. You have very powerful energy, which is different from what you look like on the surface...
…”
"Oh, really?"
Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows. No wonder this person wanted to compete with him directly. A five-star realm had to compete with a one-star realm. This was somewhat puzzling.
But it turned out that this man had already deduced his approximate combat power and believed that he was a well-matched opponent, so he challenged Chen Muyu.
"But I don't know, what is the result of the Holy Son's deduction?" Chen Muyu asked.
The corners of the Holy Son's mouth curved slightly, "I deduced it five times, and four times, I failed. The last time, it was blurry."
"Well……"
Hearing this, Chen Muyu's face twitched slightly, a little unbelievable, "So, why does the Holy Son still fight with me?"
The Holy Son smiled and said, "I like to challenge the strong. In addition, the deduction is only a rough causal direction and cannot be completely accurate. Although the result of the deduction is not ideal, in a real battle, I will not necessarily lose.
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All right.
Chen Muyu was speechless to refute.
"How do you want to compare?"
Chen Muyu stopped talking nonsense and went directly to the topic.
The Holy Son said, "Of course I will try my best and risk my life. Fellow Daoist Yang shouldn't be afraid, right?"
"I'm not afraid, but I'm just risking my life. Is it necessary?"
Chen Muyu spread his hands and said, "We use martial arts to make friends, and we can just stop here. It's not like we have any deep grudges, and we won't risk our lives if we do it."
"Ah."
Shengzi chuckled lightly, "I am a natural fighting machine. I like to fight, and I am eager to fight. Using all my strength is the greatest respect for my opponent. Brother Yang shouldn't disrespect me, right?"
Chen Muyu's face was covered with black lines, and he could feel that the fighting spirit in this man was rising rapidly.
He is truly a fighting maniac.
"What you said seems to make sense."
Chen Muyu pretended to think deeply for a moment, then nodded slightly, "In that case, let's get started."
Before he finished speaking, the Holy Son appeared above Chen Muyu out of thin air, rounded the iron rod in his hand, and smashed it directly onto his head.
He couldn't wait for a long time, and there was only the word "fight" in his eyes.
The momentum was extraordinary, and there were signs of collapse in the surrounding space.
You know, this is a performance stage, and the space is several times more stable than the outside. It can distort the space. The power of this Holy Son is really unstoppable.
Chen Muyu disappeared instantly, and when he reappeared, he was already a hundred meters away.
boom.
The iron rod hit the spot where Chen Muyu had just been standing.
A big hole was made in the arena.
This arena was obviously no ordinary thing. Within a moment, the damaged area quickly recovered.
The attack missed, and the Holy Son frowned.
The expression on his face is not pretty.
"Why don't you make a move? Where is your weapon?" The Holy Son's eyes looked straight at Chen Muyu.
Chen Muyu felt that the person standing in front of him looked like a hungry wild wolf.
Chen Muyu stood in the air, spreading his hands, "It's not that I don't respect you, it's just that the strength you showed is not enough for me to use my full strength, well, weapons are also dispensed with."
The stick was nothing special. Chen Muyu didn't dare to take it forcefully, but he couldn't hurt himself either.
I roughly estimated that it is the combat power of the Five Star Realm. Are you specific? The levels above the Five Star Realm are not considered the peak.
Chen Muyu was indeed more than capable of dealing with him, and there was no need for the Hongmeng Gun at all.
When the Holy Son heard this, his face turned dark.
Chen Muyu said, "If you only have this little strength, then I think there is no need for us to fight at all."
"Ah."
"hehe."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The Holy Son buried his head, shrugged his shoulders, and laughed wildly.
Suddenly, he raised his head, swung his messy hair aside, and looked straight at Chen Muyu with a pair of scarlet eyes.
"Interesting, he is indeed a strong opponent."
He licked his lips, looking a little bloodthirsty.
"Roar."
With a roar, the whole temperament of the Holy Son changed drastically.
There were two groups of blood-colored flames dancing in his eyes, his hair was dancing in reverse, his aura increased sharply, and his pale face became whiter and bloodless, like a zombie evil ghost.
"kill."
With a roar, the Holy Son came to kill Chen Muyu again.
The terrifying power of law, wrapped in a powerful momentum, suppressed Chen Muyu as if turning everything upside down, completely locking his figure.
Escape, can you still escape?
In just a moment, the Holy Son appeared in front of Chen Muyu.
The iron rod suddenly grew in size and hit him like a falling sky.
This stick is beyond comparison with the previous ones.
Six-star perfection.
Chen Muyu could clearly feel that this person's aura had reached an extreme level, surpassing the five-star realm and entering the six-star realm.
Now, he didn't dare to trust him.
Thousand Points of Fire unleashed its full firepower, and the Hongmeng Spear appeared out of thin air. The gun shot out like a dragon, moving forward inexorably.
"boom."
explode.
Let the surrounding space annihilate.
The tens of thousands of seals on the martial arts field were shattered layer by layer. It was not until more than five thousand seals collapsed that the aura could be stabilized.
The violent original power gradually returned to calm.
Above the arena, a large hole is being repaired slowly and automatically.
And above the big pit, Chen Muyu stood proudly with a spear in hand.
Below, the Holy Son stood unyielding with an iron rod in his hand.
Blood was flowing down his broken fingers and the iron rod, but he seemed to be completely unaware of it. His eyes stared fiercely at Chen Muyu, and the red light in his eyes became more and more intense.
He seems to be even more crazy.
Chen Muyu frowned slightly, "Do you want to die?"
He could see that this person was in a crazy state. He was indeed strong, but it came at the expense of his body.
In a state of madness once, if you continue to go mad a second time, your strength may increase a bit, but the damage to your body will definitely be greater.
