The outcome is already obvious, but Ziyu still dares to take action. If Mo Yang still endures at this time, then he is no longer Mu Yun's disciple!
There was a puff sound, and the green dragon sword in Mo Yang's scabbard immediately came out of his body, and a line of blood floated along the sky.
Ziyu screamed, and the daggers in his hands fell to the ground again, and two blood lines were clearly visible on his palms.
"The victory or defeat is already clear, but you still launch a sneak attack because you just want to die, right?"
"Victory or defeat is unclear. If you don't kill me, you won't win over me."
"If it weren't for the rules, you would be a dead body now."
Looking at Ziyu, Mo Yang said coldly.
This time, Mo Yang obviously had the upper hand, but Ziyu was unwilling to lose, so he took action again. With such a result, even Luofu had nothing to say.
"Waste waste waste!"
After calling out three losers one after another, Ci Yu's face became gloomy and terrifying, and his brows knitted together.
"This is the fourth game, Song Jingcai, you don't need me to tell you what to do?"
"Yes, mentor!"
The fourth game is a crucial one. If the Senior Class 5 loses, then it will lose completely. If the Senior Class 5 wins, then there is still a possibility of victory.
Song Jingcai, the monitor of the fifth advanced class, the fifth level of the spiritual acupoint realm, a genius who opened up the realm of the sea of qi. He himself is very powerful, and the most terrifying thing is that this person is almost carved from the same mold as Ci Yu.
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In the fourth game, Mu Fengxing comes on stage!
Song Jingcai used ruthless attacks and fought his opponents not with dodge and defense, but with a life-for-life style of play.
It must be said that this method of fighting is extremely dangerous.
However, this was how Song Jingcai fought in the battle that made him famous. Later, he suffered serious injuries all over his body and forced a warrior who was two levels higher than him to admit defeat.
Unless such a madman is completely defeated, the battle will never end.
This is well known.
"Mu Fengxing, I lost to you two years ago. Now, I will not lose to you again!" Looking at Mu Fengxing, Song Jing said.
Two years ago, he and Mu Fengxing were both junior class students. There was a fight between the two, and that fight was his shame.
But now, two years later, facing Mu Fengxing again, Song Jingcai is already the monitor of the fifth senior class.
He originally thought that Mu Fengxing would stay in the junior class for the rest of his life because of the shock of that incident, but he did not expect that the junior class nine would be promoted all the way to become the senior class nine.
Mu Fengxing, on the other hand, was able to suppress the shadow of the past in his heart and now represents the senior class nine.
"If I am defeated by my former subordinates, then I, Mu Fengxing, may as well not practice cultivation in this life." Looking at Song Jingcai, Mu Fengxing said calmly.
"You Class Nine are really more arrogant than the other!"
"Arrogance also requires capital!"
As soon as the two men entered the ring, they were full of gunpowder and the fight was about to begin.
"start!"
With a low shout, the two figures collided with each other in an instant.
Mu Fengxing practiced in the Phantom God Sect, and his movement skills were weird and extremely fast. What was surprising was that Song Jingcai's movement skills were equally weird and unpredictable.
At this moment in the arena, the two figures were completely intertwined, making it impossible to tell who had the advantage and who had the disadvantage.
"How about it?"
"Mu Fengxing should have the advantage, but Song Jingcai's methods were ruthless and he was just exchanging injuries for injuries. Mu Fengxing didn't want to get hurt, so he held off."
"This Song Jingcai is really despicable!" Xiao Qingyu curled his lips and said.
"You can't say that. If Song Jing didn't fight hard, Class 5 would be defeated, so he will definitely fight to the death. But Feng Xing is still thinking about the next game, so he can't let go and fight, at least
, make sure you don’t get hurt.”
"It's really troublesome!"
Naturally, a few people understood the pros and cons involved.
Once Mu Fengxing is injured, Class 9 will be without a powerful assistant for the rest of the game.
Therefore, in this game, we must win but not get hurt.
However, Song Jingcai's realm is stronger than that of Zhen Ping and others, so it is not that easy to deal with him easily.
In the scene, two figures came and went, and the sound of fists and feet clashing continued to spread.
Bang...
Finally, with a banging sound, the two figures opened at the touch of a button.
Mu Fengxing had sweat on his forehead, but on the other side, Song Jingcai was panting, with sweat dripping down his face.
"Oh, Mu Fengxing, I have to admit that you are very powerful. However, even if I, Song Jingcai, lose this battle, I will support you."
"Pull me on my back? You're not worthy!"
“You’ll know after you try it!”
Looking at Mu Fengxing, Song Jingcai slapped his palm on the ground, causing layers of dust to scatter.
There was a chirping sound, and Song Jingcai's palms were filled with blood. The blood dripped onto the ground. Gradually, a complicated pattern formed on the ground.
His hands were suddenly embedded in the pattern, and the blood on Song Jingcai's fingertips flowed faster.
"Dark Seal of Life and Death!"
With a low shout, Song Jingcai dragged the mark with both hands and approached Mu Fengxing.
Buzz buzz...
At the same time, four dark red blood seals exploded all over Mu Fengxing's body.
Those four blood seals suddenly appeared, and no one expected them.
Four blood seals exploded, turning into strands of black energy, heading towards Mu Fengxing.
"Thousands of shadows return without a palm!"
Seeing the traces of black energy approaching, Mu Fengxing had no choice but to use Ten Thousand Shadows Returning Without Palm. His palm technique hit the air, making a snapping sound.
Wisps of black energy were cut off, but there were still a few strands of black energy that penetrated into Mu Fengxing's arms through the palm technique.
"I lost!"
Seeing this scene, Song Jing stood up, his hands dripping with blood, bowed his head and admitted defeat, and then decisively turned around and stepped down from the stage.
Class 9, after four consecutive victories, won the game again.
But the competition won this time is of great significance, because these are the top five classes, and the top five classes represent the elite students of Leifeng Academy, second only to the one hundred people on the spiritual list.
"Mu Fengxing, come down!"
On Mu Yun's side, Mu Fengxing was already hurriedly summoned.
"sit down!"
"Brother, I'm fine!"
"I'll let you sit down!" Mu Yun said without any doubt: "Now, let's try to circulate the true energy of your Qihai Point..."
"Um!"
hiss……
However, Mu Fengxing just nodded in agreement and activated his true energy. Stinging pain erupted from his Qi sea, and even caused pain in other acupoints in his body.
"How could this happen?" Mu Fengxing asked with an ugly expression.
"I expected it to be true. What Song Jingcai used was the Blood Seal Technique. This type of technique can do great harm to the warriors themselves. It seems that in order to hurt you, Team Five is really cruel."
"The pastor..."
"Don't worry, this blood seal technique will not harm you. However, you cannot use your true energy for a short period of time. Otherwise, the acupuncture points all over your body will cause stinging. Although it will not harm the warrior, the stinging pain will not hurt you at all.
It's impossible to bear it, so the next game..."
Mu Yun said, his eyes falling on the four of Mo Yang.
"Everyone, listen to me. It is not easy for our senior class nine to reach this point. I know that everyone has tried their best and can defeat the top five classes and senior class five. We are already famous in Leifengyuan. Next...
... Act within your ability, the championship doesn’t matter, in our hearts, we are always the champions, aren’t we?”
"no!"
After Mu Yun finished speaking, Huang Wuji suddenly shouted: "How can this be possible? Winning the championship is not for ourselves, not for Class 9!"
"If it weren't for you, Pastor, we would still be in Class 9, a garbage class that can be ridiculed by others. There won't be a single instructor willing to lead us and lead us to be strong."
"It was you who gave us hope and won the championship. We were not doing it for ourselves, but for you. Now let us give up. How could it be possible... How can we be worthy of you!"
Huang Wuji's voice was choked with sobs and his words were broken.
Hearing this, other students also lowered their heads.
This time, they are not fighting for themselves, but for Mu Yun!
However, things have come to this point...
Team Nine was restricted to only five people participating in the battle, and now Mu Fengxing was seriously injured. How could it be possible for him to endure the stinging pain in his acupoints all over his body during the battle?
Four people, how will they fight next?
Each opponent is stronger than the last.
Senior Class 4 was taught a lesson by them last time because their strongest student did not participate in the battle. Senior Class 3, Wang Xinyu's class, was full of evildoers.
Advanced Class 1 and Advanced Class 2, needless to say.
When Huang Wuji shouted, Mu Yun stayed where he was.
Then, Mu Yun gave a wry smile, patted Huang Wuji's shoulder, and walked onto the ring.
The rise of senior class nine has made many people displeased.
Seven people took part in the competition, which turned into five. Now, what should have been a normal fight has turned into a desperate one, using all kinds of methods to make his students injured and unable to participate in the battle.
What else can you do if you are forced into this situation?
Let go?
That's nonsense!
war!
There is only one battle!
Stepping onto the ring, Ci Yu was already standing on the ring at this moment.
Looking at his opponent, Mu Yun smiled.
Looking around at tens of thousands of students, Mu Yun spoke.
"Today, I, Muyun, stand here and tell you what is a genius and what is a waste!"
"Senior Class Nine is my class, my students. Each of them is a genius. They will never fail or give up. Therefore, they will definitely go to the end and strive for first place."
"And you are just trash, you only know how to act cheap!" Pointing at everyone in Class 5, Mu Yun cursed: "All of you are trash, you are not as strong as your opponents, yet you come up with such despicable methods!"
"Yan Yunyu, Xiao Buyu, Ci Yu, you can only be trash, and I, Mu Yun, will trample you under my feet."
"Today, I, Mu Yun, just want to ask, which of you is a waste, which villain, can be my opponent, Mu Yun, can be my opponent!"
"Today, I, Mu Yun, will lead my ninth class, the first in the stable advanced class, to trample all of you trash under my feet. If you have any treacherous tricks, bring them out!"
Mu Yun stood in front of thousands of people, pointed at the people he wanted to scold and the people he should scold, and cursed loudly.
Suddenly, the whole place fell into deathly silence, and everyone stared at Mu Yun in stunned silence.