I have always only given the wrong name, not the wrong number. People finally saw the majesty of the mad dragon. He had just defeated the number one on the Earth Spirit Ranking. He didn't even need to rest and went straight to Zhang, who was the 91st on the Earth Spirit Ranking.
Ru.
It should be noted that Tao Yin, who is known as the young king of martial arts in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, also defeated Ye Nanshuang, who was ranked 96th, with great difficulty. He was probably no match for Zhang Ru.
"Aren't you too young and arrogant?" Elder Tao shouted loudly. He was subconsciously unhappy that his disciple's limelight was being obscured.
Many other people around also frowned, especially some martial arts celebrities, who looked a bit like "the fox is sad when the rabbit dies". Even Zhang Ru was not taken seriously by Zhuo Mufeng, let alone them?
"No wonder he is, who can deal with the enemy of life and death calmly?"
"Yes, he is still a young man after all, so it is understandable that he is eager for revenge."
There were also people who spoke for Zhuo Mufeng, all of whom had old relationships with the Sanjiang Alliance, the Miao Family and Feijian Island. After hearing them mention it, everyone thought of this incident and felt much relieved.
Being pointed at by Zhuo Mufeng with a sword in public, especially in a commanding tone, made Zhang Ru furious, her face twisted, and she cursed angrily: "You bastard, don't think you are invincible!"
Zhuo Mufeng said nothing, just looked at her condescendingly.
The person being challenged cannot refuse the challenge. Zhang Ru had no choice but to walk to the stage with a sullen face. She was extremely surprised by Zhuo Mufeng's rocket-like progress, and her confidence at the beginning was greatly shaken.
"Madam, be sure to be wary of this kid. If you find something wrong, surrender immediately." Gong Beixuan warned through a message. Although he didn't believe Zhuo Mufeng could defeat Zhang Ru, he had to be careful and sailed the ten thousand year ship. He always had a bad feeling.
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Zhang Ru had a cold face and the corner of her mouth twitched. Her husband's words made her irritable heart even more uneasy. But the face of her son's tragic death appeared in front of her eyes again, and Zhang Ru quickly forgot all this.
How could she, a master who was famous in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, be afraid of a young boy? It was a big joke! She wanted to avenge her son, and she must seize this rare opportunity to kill Zhuo Mufeng.
The discussion at the scene disappeared in a few breaths, and suddenly it became extremely quiet, and only the sound of breathing could be heard.
Mei Shanhui, who was in the pavilion in the middle, sat up straight, holding a tea cup in his hand, tapping the tea lid against the rim of the cup. The Eighth Prince and Ninth Princess on his left and right had bright eyes, both with nervous expressions.
Not far away, a sickly-looking middle-aged man held his fist to his mouth, trying his best to suppress his cough. His lowered eyes occasionally raised, shooting out a ray of light that pierced his soul.
The idle senior officials stopped talking, and the ladies were also affected by the strange atmosphere at the scene, and brought their emotions into it uncontrollably.
Zhuo Mufeng was extraordinarily handsome, with an awe-inspiring justice that was hard to find in the world. He was just like a young chivalrous hero living in a Jianghu storybook. He fully satisfied the fantasies of these boudoir women, and Tao Yin was immediately compared to him.
Qin Keqing on the other side was also nervous, secretly encouraging Zhuo Mufeng, one of her own.
Wu Yuanyuan stared at her lover without blinking, her focused and worried eyes made Miao Xiangyu almost crazy, but there was nothing he could do.
On the ring, two momentums emerged from nothing and collided invisibly, making a dull and loud sound, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, shaking people's hearts and souls.
Zhang Ru put on an offensive stance, her energy and energy concentrated as never before, and her energy was firmly locked on Zhuo Mufeng. Whenever the opponent made the slightest move, he would immediately adapt to the situation and launch the most violent offensive.
Zhuo Mufeng did not dare to neglect, and the Taoist Heart Demon Technique was activated to the extreme. His body and mind escaped into the sky, trying to integrate himself with the surrounding environment, and with the help of air and wind, he could sense Zhang Ru's extremely restrained fluctuations.
To be honest, he was not completely sure whether he could defeat Zhang Ru, but Zhuo Mufeng knew that if he missed this opportunity, it would only be harder for him to seek revenge in the future.
When a road meets a narrow road, the brave one wins, he has no way out, he will either win or lose.
This woman must be exposed to more fluctuations! But Zhuo Mufeng doesn't know what to do. He needs to know that once he moves, he will only expose his own weaknesses and usher in continuous fierce attacks from the opponent.
Zhang Ru is no better than Tang Xiu. Once she makes even the slightest mistake, the Tao Heart Demon Planting Technique may not be able to turn the tide. There is only one chance.
Both sides have extremely strong murderous intentions, but their moods are extremely solemn and they dare not act rashly. As a result, despite the constant collision of the two momentums, each is as quiet as a carved stone.
During the long and suffocating confrontation, a thin layer of sweat broke out on both of their foreheads. The cold wind from the mountainside blew through, chilling their bones and making many people around them shiver.
This should have been an extremely dull situation, but somehow, looking at the two silent people on the stage, everyone's hearts were beating faster and faster, and their blood almost solidified.
It is like the silence before a violent storm, like the peace before a torrent and a tsunami. The dead silence gradually accumulates earth-shattering momentum and power. Once detonated, it will surely shock everyone.
No one can maintain a perfect movement for a long time. For Zhuo Mufeng and Zhang Ru, any flaw in the other party can be magnified ten times to take advantage.
The life-and-death contest between the two has already begun. They are both waiting for the other to make the first mistake. While trying their best to maintain their movements, they crazily suppress the opponent with their momentum, trying to shock the other's mind and create opportunities for them to take advantage of.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly.
A few people noticed that the two bodies were trembling slightly. It was not easy to maintain perfect movements while enduring the impact of each other's momentum.
Wu Guanting's heart tightened. He knew that the deadlock was about to be broken.
The leaders of each faction could not help but open their eyes.
Tao Yin's usually calm face also showed slight movement at this time, a pair of deep eyes were shining brightly, and there was a mysterious and mysterious aura lingering around his body.
Gong Bei
A loud roar of thunder exploded into Zhuo Mufeng's ears, causing Zhuo Mufeng's whole body to tremble and his movements to deform.
It's now--
Zhang Ru, who was ready to go like a leopard, laughed wildly in her heart. While praising her husband for his skill, she rushed out with ten percent of her power, whistling like the wind, and broke through the encirclement in an instant and came to Zhuo Mufeng.
nearby.
Behind him was a series of phantoms that had not yet dissipated. Zhang Ru roared angrily and struck out with both palms like lightning. However, he saw layers of palm shadows attacking Zhuo Mufeng with overwhelming force.
As soon as Gong Beixuan shouted, Wu Guanting, Meng Jiuxiao and others felt that something was wrong, but they had no time to stop them, and they never expected that Gong Beixuan would dare to be so mean in front of everyone.
By the time everything happened, Zhang Ru had already taken the initiative and firmly gained the upper hand!
Zhuo Mufeng pressed his legs down and raised his sword to block.
With a clang, countless sparks shot out like golden scythes, landed on the table, and immediately rebounded, colliding with each other, creating more brilliant sparks, but they were instantly flattened by the shadow of the palm.
The power carried by the palm shadow was even more violent, crushing all the sparks without losing any power. It quickly caught up with the retreating Zhuo Mufeng. When it fell into the sight of everyone, it even generated palm power to surround Zhuo Mufeng first, and then
Only then can the sense of dislocation of Mars be crushed.
One move missed, and everyone stood up. Zhuo Mufeng had no time to resist, so he could only dodge with his life-chasing eleven legs and use the Divine Sword Technique to resist.
The pieces of white sword energy were shattered as soon as they appeared, and their number was not as large as Zhang Ru's palm shadow. With a heavy downpour, Zhuo Mufeng was forced to retreat step by step, and quickly retreated to the edge of the ring.
Just in time, Zhang Ru's palm force shook Zhuo Mufeng's long sword away, and his upper body fell backwards. Not only was the door wide open, but it also gave people the feeling that he was about to fall from the ring.
Some official women stood up in shock.
"Be careful..." Wu Yuanyuan opened her mouth and shouted, her pretty face was pale, she pulled out the Huanhua Sword and was about to rush onto the stage.
Before the word "心" was written, how could Zhang Ru, who was in mid-air, let go of this perfect opportunity? With a ferocious laugh, she raised her strength to 100% and turned it into the most intense palm of her life, hitting Zhuo Mufeng on the chest.
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Go to hell! She laughed in her heart, as if she saw her son's happy expression after learning about revenge.
He shouted that it was too late to admit defeat, and even Wu Guanting rushed out. At this time, he no longer cared about whether he would violate the rules of the Fengyun Conference, and he wanted to save the life of his adopted son first.
But Yue Chao and others were always paying attention, how could they let Wu Guanting succeed? Just as he was about to make a move, three powerful qi burst out immediately, causing him to miss the opportunity. His body stagnated, and Zhang Ru's palm force almost
Hit Zhuo Mufeng.
At this moment, I don’t know how many people’s minds are blank.
But soon, this blank space was torn apart by a brilliant seven-color sword light!
No one saw Zhuo Mufeng's face that was so cold that it was almost heartless. No one knew that he had been a man in two lives and had experienced many lives and deaths. How determined was his mind? How could he be distracted by Gong Beixuan's shout?
Without Gong Beixuan's interference, he might not be able to defeat Zhang Ru in the end of the stalemate, but it was Gong Beixuan who gave Zhuo Mufeng a chance to break the situation.
So he took advantage of the situation and exposed a flaw. Normally Zhang Ru might not be fooled, but because of Gong Beixuan, Zhang Ru was convinced.
Zhuo Mufeng is the most dangerous Zhuo Mufeng with half his body tilted back and the door wide open.
He caught the flaw in Zhang Ru's wave, and the internal energy surged. The seven-color sword force that was not triggered had already reached the edge of eruption. At this moment, it was like the Yellow River bursting its banks, flowing thousands of miles, turning into an oval seven-color light shield surrounding Zhuo Mufeng.
The strong internal strength made his hands no longer tremble and became calm and powerful. Zhuo Mufeng's sword flew like flying. From the appearance of the seven-color light shield to the transformation into seven-color sword energy and slashing out, it was completed almost instantly.
Tsk! La!
The sharp sound that pierced the eardrum was prolonged, the unstoppable palm shadow was divided into two halves, and the passage was dyed in seven colors. At the forefront was a seven-color arc, which reflected on Zhang Ru's irises.
"roll!"
Zhang Ru knew that he had fallen into the trap, and he was worthy of being the 91st master on the Tianxing List. He was able to forcibly shift his position before his new power was born.
But Zhuo Mufeng came prepared. As soon as the first sword passed, he forcefully raised his energy just like Zhang Ru did before, and quickly executed another divine sword technique.
The white sword light flashed through the void, accompanied by a cloud of blood flowers.