The weather in the Formation Sect today is a bit gloomy, and the lack of sunshine makes people very uncomfortable. The eight mountains surrounding the Formation Martial Field are filled with many disciples of the Formation Sect, and they are in a very bad mood at the moment.
In the third competition, Song Qingyu was seriously injured by Fu Zong's people, which may even have an impact on Song Qingyu's future foundation.
In the fourth competition, Ye Hong gave up directly and didn't even have the courage to fight.
In the fifth game, Fu Zong generously gave up the victory to Zhen Zong. Everyone knew that this kind of victory was the biggest insult to Zhan Zong from Fu Zong.
Mu Chenghong walked out slowly. His aura was very strong, like a bright star, igniting the hopes of all the disciples of the Array Sect. His appearance made all the disciples of the Array Sect look happy. Yes, the Array Sect disciples looked happy.
The sect is not empty, there is also Mu Chenghong, the most outstanding disciple of the formation sect, Mu Chenghong!
"It's Senior Brother Mu!"
"Great, Senior Brother Mu is here, our formation sect will definitely win this game!"
"Senior Brother Mu, teach the people of Fu Sect a lesson!"
All the disciples of the Formation Sect shouted loudly again, cheering for their senior brother Mu. Mu Chenghong was their hope, and only Mu Chenghong had the ability to defeat the people of the Fu Sect.
All the uninformed disciples were cheering for Mu Chenghong, but Zhuge Xiaosheng, who knew the inside story, was heartbroken. The excited expressions of his disciples looked so ironic in his eyes. Have those disciples ever thought about this competition?
What will be the ending?
Mu Chenghong is from the Fu Sect, how could their Zhen Sect win! The saddest thing in life is to be betrayed and still counting money for others.
When the people of Fu Zong saw Mu Chenghong's appearance, they all had a trace of ridicule on their lips. They knew that Mu Chenghong had always been on their side. In previous years, Mu Chenghong had never lost in the formation competition. That was because
Fu Zong deliberately let Mu Chenghong win this competition!
Only in this way can Mu Chenghong get the support of everyone in the Formation Sect, and only in this way can the innate formation masters of the Formation Sect pay more attention to Mu Chenghong, and the people of the Fu Sect can also get more inside information from Mu Chenghong.
But this year is different. The Formation Sect is doomed to perish. They have already discussed that Mu Chenghong must lose this year, and he must lose to the Fu Sect hard, completely destroying the hopes of the Formation Sect!
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. If Mu Chenghong loses this year, the people of the Fu Sect will appear powerful and invincible in the minds of all the disciples of the Formation Sect!
"Mo Ziming, go up! Mu Chenghong will lose to you." Chang Tiancheng looked at the cheers of the Zhenzong disciples around him and couldn't help but sneered: The more you have greater hope for Mu Chenghong,
The more I want to undermine your confidence!
"Yes! Sect Master." Mo Ziming responded respectfully, then his eyes flashed, his figure swayed, and he was already standing in front of Mu Chenghong.
"Mu Chenghong, you're fine!"
There was a sneer on Mo Ziming's lips. Mu Chenghong was ranked higher than him on the Extreme Immortal List, which made him always resentful. Mo Ziming had always looked down on Mu Chenghong, even though Mu Chenghong was an undercover agent of their Fu Sect, but he
Still looking down on him, in his opinion, how could the identity and status of a Fu Zong disciple who had learned the formation method compare to him, an authentic Fu Zong disciple?
"Mo Ziming, how many times have you lost to me?" Mu Chenghong suddenly asked a very strange question.
Mo Ziming pursed his lips. He had always looked down on Mu Chenghong, but so far he had lost to Mu Chenghong seven times in the past ten years according to Chang Tiancheng's request. There has never been a real contest between the two of them.
It was Mo Ziming who deliberately lost the competition. Although everyone knew this, the arrogant Mo Ziming was very angry.
"No matter how many times I lose to you, you will definitely lose this year, right?" Mo Ziming said coldly.
"You're right. I hope you'll be gentler." Mu Chenghong sighed. The talisman competition was like a performance, and he, Mu Chenghong, was the protagonist of this performance.
Mo Ziming showed a strange smile: "I will not be merciful. The sect leader has said that the worse you lose, the greater the blow will be to the disciples of the formation sect. You are their hope and belief, but you
Only if we do this, the disciples of the Formation Sect will be completely defeated. So, Mu Chenghong, don't blame me for being too harsh! We all act according to the rules."
Mo Ziming had lost to Mu Chenghong for so many years. Although he had lost deliberately, he still held a breath in his heart. He had always looked down on these disciples who went out to perform undercover missions. Today, he wanted to take off the anger he had spent all these years.
Ask for it back.
Eight purple talismans surrounded Mo Ziming, and the terrifying aura gradually filled the entire array martial arts field, so domineering and arrogant. This aura shrouded the hearts of all the array sect disciples, and seemed quite heavy.
"So what formation technique do you want to use this year? Or is it your ridiculous phantom formation?" Mo Ziming knew Mu Chenghong's details. Mu Chenghong's most powerful formation technique was the phantom formation. Every year he would use the phantom formation with ease.
Defeat Mo Ziming.
Mu Chenghong shook his head: "Since we want to perform, and we also want the effect of the performance, then I will use Song Qingyu's Seven Star Thunder just now. You are also familiar with the flaws of this formation, aren't you?"
The Seven Stars Heavenly Thunder's formation is a Zhongtian formation. Luo Feilong and Ji Wenkai had already told the people of Fu Zong about its flaws, so Jiang Xiangdi could control Song Qingyu's formation so easily just now.
live.
"Okay! That's cool enough! I hope you won't blame me for being too harsh in the future!"
Mo Ziming smiled arrogantly, and the spiritual power of the eight purple talisman papers around him circulated. He moved his fingertips lightly, forming a mysterious magic formula. The purple spiritual power rushed out of the talisman papers and gradually condensed on his chest.
A purple Bagua was formed, and then his figure merged into the Bagua.
"Will not."
Mu Chenghong's face was very calm. He waved his hand, and seven innate formation bases surrounded him in an orderly manner. As his fingertips kept intertwining, each innate formation base shone with blue light, and then
Huge thunderballs rushed out from each innate formation base and stood in the sky above Mu Chenghong in the direction of the Big Dipper.
The blue electric arc kept flashing and extinguishing, and the brilliant power of heaven completely suppressed Mo Ziming's momentum!
"Why does Mu Chenghong use the Mid-Heaven Formation Technique of Seven Stars Heavenly Thunder? Why not use the illusion formation that he is good at?" Chishui Formation Master asked in surprise.
Mu Chenghong's phantom formation is even inferior to those of them, the innate formation masters. He is not called the real number one genius for nothing. People from the Fu Sect can't teach Mu Chenghong anything in the formation path. Everything is done by Mu Chenghong himself.
He truly learned the essence of the formation technique and applied it to a superb state.
Zhuge Xiaosheng remained silent. In his opinion, what difference does it make about which formation technique Mu Chenghong uses? The result of this competition has already been determined. Mu Chenghong will definitely lose to Mo Ziming, leaving the formation sect's disciples to the Fu sect's.
The fear just deepened again.
Mu Chenghong pointed lightly with his finger, and the first thunder struck down in the direction where Mo Ziming disappeared. Endless pressure enveloped Mo Ziming, forcing Mo Ziming's figure out. Mo Ziming
With a slight snort, the talisman shadows in his hands intertwined, and the huge purple spirit palm stretched out from behind him, and unexpectedly grabbed the first thunder that struck down!
"Give it back to you!"
A vicious smile appeared on the corner of Mo Ziming's mouth, and he swung his purple spirit palm hard and threw the thunder ball in his hand directly towards Mu Chenghong. Mu Chenghong's second thunder ball struck down again, but the first thunder ball and the second thunder ball hit Mu Chenghong again.
The two thunder balls suddenly disappeared in the middle of the battle. At the same time, the battlefield flashed with dazzling white light. This white light was so dazzling that everyone could not help but close their eyes.
When they opened their eyes again, the figures of Mu Chenghong and Mo Ziming had disappeared from the martial arts field. Both of them were very fast, and they quickly crossed over the martial arts field, disappeared again, and intertwined again.
The light between the formation technique and the talisman surged, and only five of the seven sky thunders in the sky were left, but they did not strike again. For a while, it seemed that no one had gained control of the sky thunder.
Chang Tiancheng vaguely noticed something was wrong. He frowned and asked, "Junior brother Zhou, have you spoken to Mu Chenghong? Why are he and Mo Ziming so inseparable from each other? There is even a hint of victory?"
Zhou Jinglin lowered his head and said respectfully: "Sect Master, don't worry! Mu Chenghong doesn't dare to resist. I have already told him that he must fail this time!"
"That's good." Chang Tiancheng felt a little relieved, and then showed a sarcastic smile, because all the disciples of the Formation Sect were cheering at this moment!
"Senior Brother Mu is actually able to use the Zhongtian Formation Technique to such a masterful level, and he can even compete with Mo Ziming. It's really amazing!"
"Did you notice it? Senior Brother Mu obviously has the upper hand!"
"Mo Ziming is going to lose! Great! Senior Brother Mu killed Fu Zong's bastard!"
All the disciples of the Formation Sect were extremely excited. Mu Chenghong finally defeated Mo Ziming and retreated steadily. It was time to be proud and proud!
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred! A figure fell heavily from the air and hit the ground hard, like a tattered sandbag, which resounded in everyone's heart.
All the disciples of the Formation Sect were stunned, because the person who fell down turned out to be Mu Chenghong who clearly had the upper hand!
"Why? Why was Senior Brother Mu defeated by Mo Ziming?"
"How is this possible! Senior Brother Mu clearly had the advantage just now!"
The disciples of the Formation Sect were already feeling cold. They never expected that Mo Ziming of the Fu Sect would still defeat Mu Chenghong! All the innate formation masters who did not know the truth suddenly stood up and looked anxiously at the people who were struggling to move from
Mu Chenghong got up from the ground, extremely anxious!
"Sect Master, Mu Chenghong is in danger!" Chishui Formation Master said eagerly.
Zhuge Xiaosheng's expression was cold, he snorted heavily and said: "These are the rules, we can't interfere!"
He wished that Mo Ziming would kill Mu Chenghong, but he understood that this was just a trick staged by Fu Zong. Mu Chenghong would not be harmed in any real way. Everything was just their own directing and acting.
"I returned this thunder to you!"
Mo Ziming waved his hand, and the third thunder struck down violently, sending Mu Chenghong flying away! Mu Chenghong fell to the edge of the martial arts field again, but just like Jiang Xiangdi dealt with Song Qingyu, Mo Ziming pushed Mu Chenghong away
Chenghong kicked back to the battlefield.
"There are four more thunders!" Mo Ziming's expression became very calm, and the domineering thunder struck again!
"Senior Brother Mu, get out of here!"
"No!"
All the disciples of the Formation Sect shouted in despair. The left half of Mu Chenghong's body had been burnt black. His eyes were frightened, and he was holding his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't.
"boom!"
Under the horrified gazes of all the disciples of the Formation Sect, Mu Chenghong was once again knocked away by the thunder. This time, the thunder actually hit Mu Chenghong's right arm, blasting his right arm to pieces with blood and flesh, and the stump of his limb had already fallen on the ground.
On the battlefield, his charred palms were still trembling slightly!
"What?"
Zhuge Xiaosheng frowned. Mo Ziming actually blew off Mu Chenghong's arm? This means that Mu Chenghong will become a cripple. Did Mu Chenghong spend such a huge price in order to carry out a cruel trick? Could it be that Mu Chenghong will become a cripple?
Is Chenghong so worthless in the eyes of the Fu Sect people?
He didn't feel sad for Mu Chenghong, but he was still vaguely worried. Because if the people of Fu Zong really planned to give up on Mu Chenghong, then without Mu Chenghong, who would be able to hold down Fengmu's formation? How could Fengmu activate the formation palace?
Protect the Formation Sect?
"No! This scene is overdone!" Zhuge Xiaosheng burst into action. Although he was happy to watch this ridiculous and painful scene, Mu Chenghong must not let anything happen to him now!