Mu Qianxi glanced at them and said, "Who wants to compete with me?"
The discussion here had not yet come to a conclusion. Someone rushed up to the tenth floor and said, "I'll do it!"
The Ghost Sword Qingxuan came up, and Mu Qianxi said she would wait for him to fight on the tenth floor, so he rushed up to kill him without stopping.
Mu Chenxi was only one game away from completing a hundred consecutive victories. He probably had no chance.
Although Qingxuan rushed forward, he was not as relaxed as Mu Qianxi before. He was stained.
"Hey! There's a new person coming up on the tenth floor." Someone said in surprise.
"I know him. He is Ghost Sword Qingxuan. He was also killed from the first level today. He is a little slower than Mu Chenxi. Many opponents have been killed by him with one sword. He is super strong!"
"You would be foolish to challenge Mu Chenxi as soon as you come up! What a pervert Mu Chenxi is!"
"You don't know this. He had a sword fight with Mu Chenxi before, but lost. Now I'm afraid he wants to regain his place."
As soon as the ghost sword Qingxuan appeared, the others breathed a sigh of relief.
Some people foolishly rushed to fight Mu Chenxi, and finally there was no need for them to take action.
But Mu Qianxi glanced at her and said, "Forget it, I've played ninety-nine games in a row. I'll take a break first. You also need a rest after playing ninety games in a row. I don't want to take advantage."
At this time, the ghost sword Qingxuan came forward with great momentum, and Mu Qianxi knew that it was not appropriate for him to fight again.
Qingxuan understood very well, he nodded slightly and said: "Okay!"
While Mu Qianxi and Qing Xuan were resting, others finally had a chance to compete.
However, after seeing Mu Chenxi killing everyone, the next competition seemed a bit boring. They were very much looking forward to the battle between Mu Chenxi and Ghost Sword Qingxuan.
But after waiting for a long time, Ghost Sword Qingxuan didn't seem to have recovered much.
As for the reason, this guy didn't use the elixir to restore his spiritual power.
If he recovers at his snail's pace, it will probably take him tomorrow.
At this time, Bai Jingyue walked up to Qingxuan and said: "Brother Qingxuan, you will recover faster with this healing pill. I think you also want to fight Miss Mu!"
Qingxuan glanced at the pill and said, "I have no money!"
Mu Qianxi looked at Ghost Sword Qingxuan in shock. This guy didn't even use the lowest level of healing pills because he was too poor.
Bai Jingyue smiled and said: "This is a free gift from me. It counts as making Qingxuan a friend. Brother Qingxuan, you don't have to be polite."
Qingxuan was also afraid that Mu Qianxi would not wait for him, so he was not polite and took the elixir and said, "Thank you, Mr. Jingyue."
Everyone secretly thought that Mr. Jingyue is indeed a moral model and a good man!
At this time, the results of the battle between the two men on the test field were achieved, and Qingxuan also completely recovered.
Mu Qianxi flew towards the competition stage, and Qingxuan followed him and landed on the competition stage.
"They're coming up! They're coming up!"
"Mu Chenxi is going to fight the ghost sword Qingxuan."
The ghost sword Qingxuan was the best, but Mu Qianxi looked for a sword in the space and took out one at random!
"Hey! Does Mu Chenxi not use the weapon she used before? But this sword is not low-level."
No! Mu Qianxi stuffed the sword back and took out another sword, but it still didn't work!
The space was full of spiritual weapons looted from everywhere, and the levels were all high. After a long time of searching, I finally found a suitable one.
However, the people present were looking at Mu Qianxi with something wrong. They were definitely those of Qiu Fu.
Everyone was in an uproar, "Oh my god! Mu Chenxi's family sells spiritual weapons, right? So many spiritual weapons?"
"I think this little girl must have robbed some weapon refiner's treasure house. This is too scary."
"..."
Qingxuan looked at Mu Qianxi stiffly, controlling himself not to hate Fu Fu.
Mu Qianxi waved her sword and said: "I said, if you catch me and fight on the tenth floor, I will not take advantage of the weapons and fight you with an ordinary spiritual weapon. I will keep my promise."
Qingxuan said: "This time, I will defeat you!"
With a flick of his wrist, a strange sword light roared out, and waves of piercing sounds could be heard in the air.
In an instant, more than ten sword lights burst out and rushed towards Mu Qianxi.
The strength of a person who has completed ninety consecutive victories in one day is indeed extraordinary. Facing the sword light that blocked everything, Mu Qianxi dodged at an even faster speed.
She swung the sword very decisively, and the sword energy and the wind elemental spiritual power merged together. Mu Qianxi said coldly: "Feng Yue Wushuang!"
"The fusion of sword energy and wind elements makes her so bold."
Qingxuan was stunned and blocked Mu Qianxi's attack with his sword.
"Boom!" The two forces collided.
Then, the two men appeared and disappeared like ghosts, fighting in any direction of the ring, which made people dazzled.
"A battle of this level is rare to see even in a Lingzong level tower. It's so exciting!"
"These two are both perverts! The Ghost Sword Qingxuan and Mu Chenxi are both perverts who can fight beyond the level."
"..."
The people above the competition seats were also speechless. The emergence of two perverts on the same day was very exciting to them. Fortunately, they were killing each other now, so they could be temporarily stable.
Qingxuan has a strong heart for swordsmanship. He is the first young man she has seen outside of Baiyi who can use a sword so purely. He is also a sword-loving person, so Mu Qianxi wants to fight him again.
When we fight again, we can try to understand.
She was no longer using the wind to control the sword, or using the sword to control the wind, but an attack that combined sword energy and elemental spiritual power. She succeeded.
"Wind-locking soul!"
"Wind-controlling soul-destroying soul!"
Not only did Mu Qianxi gain new insights, but Qingxuan felt that his will to swordsmanship seemed to be stronger when facing powerful enemies.
The undefeated will burned in his heart, making his sword even more dangerous.
"Boom!"
In the subtle corner of the game, sitting there at this time of my life was not noticed by anyone.
"My precious disciple has such a high understanding! With such an understanding, it seems that I don't need to teach the next few spiritual skills, because the little baby can create the most suitable spiritual skills for himself."
The three spiritual skills he guided were just an introduction. Being able to elicit Mu Qianxi's own spiritual skills was the most perfect result. He originally thought it would take some time, but he never thought that he still underestimated his master.
"Bang bang bang!" In a flash, the two of them fought for several rounds.
Qing Xuan clenched his sword tightly, and countless sword energies rushed toward Mu Qianxi like waves.
These sword energies are both real and illusory, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.
The result of a misjudgment is blood splatter on the spot.
But Mu Qianxi remained calm and composed. She gently raised the sword and turned the blade, forming a momentum under the fusion of wind elements.
Mu Qianxi was very fast, and the sword in her hand had only one goal, which was to defeat the opponent in front of her. She rushed over and struck down in the air with one sword.
A loud noise of "Boom!" was heard, and Qingxuan flew out.
