"How can I, a disciple of the Sword Sect, give up easily? I, Li Mu, would like to ask you for advice."
Faced with Baili Canfeng's contempt, Li Mu had a cold expression on his face and used a green-red thin sword in his hand to express his attitude towards the enemy.
Baili Canfeng sighed and said, "In that case, I can only work hard."
As soon as he finished speaking, Baili Canfeng's body was filled with demonic energy, and he didn't even look at how he would do it.
"Ground Trap Technique!"
A huge swamp vortex suddenly formed under Li Mu's feet.
This vortex appeared so suddenly that it was impossible to tell when Baili Canfeng was launched.
Fortunately, Li Mu reacted very quickly. He flew out in the next second, retreated in order to advance, and slashed with his sword in the air!
"Transformation Gang Slash!"
An extremely fine silk-like sword energy spread across the void, as if it was splitting the air into two.
Baili Canfeng's hand holding the scroll slowly closed, and an earth barrier stood in front of him. The barrier was as strong as steel.
The sword energy hit it, causing violent sparks.
However, this earthen barrier seemed unable to block the sword energy as thin as a hair, and was actually slowly cut open.
Just when the barrier was about to break, a black beam of light fell, easily completely canceling out the sword energy.
And the cut barrier turned into thousands of stone spears, stabbing towards Li Mu like a rain of arrows from the sky!
Li Mu stepped on the seven stars to activate his magic power, and the blue-red flying sword was like a magic weapon in his hand!
Li Mu slashed with his sword several times, and the ground of the arena collapsed as the sword energy raged!
The sword energy chopped all the stone spears into pieces.
Baili Canfeng smiled when he saw this, and finally there was an inconspicuous-looking staff in his hand.
A wisp of demonic energy was injected into it, and the staff lit up with a scarlet light.
"The demonic sea surges!"
The river surrounding the arena suddenly rolled up into huge waves, and a river of blood appeared out of thin air.
Countless evil faces, demons and monsters can be seen looming in the river of blood, struggling in the river of blood!
The world seemed to turn into blood.
Li Mu jumped up, avoiding the river of blood, and pointed his sword in the distance.
"Tiangang Sword Dance!"
The violent sword energy flew into the blood river like moths. The blood river surged and countless evil spirits were annihilated.
A simple fight between the two was full of danger and murderous intent.
Li Mu held the sword in one hand and floated in mid-air.
Baili Canfeng held a stick in one hand and a book in the other. He stood steadily under the ring, looked up at Li Mu who was above him, and showed a wicked smile.
"Whatever you do standing so high, I have to look up to you, so come down."
After Baili Canfeng said this, a demonic shadow condensed in the sky, and demonic flames surged into the sky.
Before Li Mu could react, the devil sprayed out a large cloud of black mist, covering the entire arena like a cloud.
Li Mu's arm was slightly exposed, and the flesh quickly festered, and the entire arm turned black.
Li Mu could only land again and launch a storm-like attack on Baili Canfeng!
Baili Canfeng seemed to have no intention of fighting back and only focused on protecting himself.
All the viewers, including Lin Jichen, watched intently, for fear of missing a detail.
It seems that Baili Canfeng was beaten unilaterally by Li Mu, but in fact he was as steady as a mountain, and he firmly controlled the rhythm with ease and comfort.
Li Mu's attack seemed fierce, but in fact it had no effect and did not cause any harm to Li Mu.
On the contrary, as his moves became more and more powerful, the black energy on his arms began to be completely infected.
Baili Canfeng shook his head and said jokingly: "If you don't take the medicine, I will win very easily."
Li Mu felt that his left arm began to lose feeling, and black energy began to spread to his chest.
"The Heavenly Demon Sect's Heavenly Demon Bone Corroding Poison is really domineering."
Li Mu said in a deep voice, quickly took out a pill and swallowed it, and the poisonous gas dissipated automatically.
The two fought fiercely together again.
Li Mu has been trying to find a way to get close to Baili Canfeng, hoping to kill him at close range.
And Baili Canfeng's movement skills were so weird that he could escape before he came every time. He could even get into the black mist above his head and play tricks on Li Mu.
Although Li Mu kept his composure and restrained himself from advancing rashly, Baili Canfeng kept dodging and defending without counterattack. He was as steady as an old dog and did not lose any blood.
This made Li Mu, no matter how good-hearted, gradually become unable to bear it any longer.
Li Mu summoned a silver sable pet, one pet per person, and began to launch an even more fierce offensive.
Baili Canfeng seemed to have lost his patience, not wanting to waste time and no longer just defending.
After only a few minutes of double-attack battle, Li Mu was already scarred, his clothes were torn, and his health bar was half gone.
On the other hand, Baili Canfeng only suffered some minor injuries, which were not serious at all.
Li Mu's fighting spirit was completely ignited, and he attacked with all his strength. Every move seemed to be fighting for his life, and it was extremely powerful.
The arena, which was twelve times larger than before, experienced a brutal and inhumane destruction in this short period of time.
The ground is full of pits, rocks, and cracks, as if it has experienced an artillery war.
It’s time to drink tea again.
Li Mu fell on the ring. The sable pet next to him had long since died, and he was the only one left, dying.
Baili Canfeng, who was opposite him, was fine except that his hair was a little messy and he had a few sword wounds on his body that were bleeding.
"I lost."
Li Mu seemed to understand that the gap between the two was too big, and he gave up in defeat.
Baili Canfeng put away his staff, turned around and left leisurely.
"Hey, why don't you kill me? You can obviously do it." Li Mu asked him.
Baili Canfeng stopped, looked back at him, and said, "Although I am a demon cultivator, I don't like killing people."
"Mo cultivators don't like killing people?" Li Mu sneered, "Then what do you like?"
Baili Canfeng raised the Taoist scripture scroll in his hand and said with a smile: "I like reading, do you understand?"
After saying that, he turned to the page he had not finished reading just now and began to read it tirelessly. He did not know when he left the arena.
"Baili Canfeng wins! Li Mu loses!"
Zhuge Zheng announced the result.
The faces of the Jianzong disciples darkened, they had lost.
Not only were they a little disappointed, but the other sect's righteous disciples also felt heavy.
Li Mu seemed to be fighting back and forth with Baili Canfeng, but experts could see that Li Mu was actually being beaten violently, and the situation was one-sided.
"Li Mu has dishonored the elder's high expectations and lost the Sword Sect's face. Please punish the elder!"
After returning, Li Mu felt ashamed.
Nangong Wu was not angry, but comforted him: "It's not a shame for you to lose to Baili Canfeng. His strength is obvious to all. Go down and have a good rest."
"Yes! Elder!" Li Mu dragged his scarred body back to the courtyard in despair to heal his wounds.
After Li Mu left, the second competition began.
This time the opponents of both sides turned out to be another battle between good and evil.
Lin Jichen looked at the figure on the ring, frowning slightly and feeling a little worried.
Because it was Ji Tongyin who stood on the ring, and her opponent was actually Li Xinghun.
And the result was also within Lin Jichen's expectation.
Ji Tongyin failed miserably.
Li Xinghun is not a gentleman like Baili Canfeng. His attacks are vicious and fatal. He wishes he could beat Ji Tongyin to pieces before he would give up.
If Ji Tongyin hadn't saved her life in time at the cost of losing a heavenly magic weapon, otherwise she wouldn't have even had the chance to admit defeat.
