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Mu Linyu's heart trembled. When he heard this, his first reaction was not to be angry, but to really consider whether to surrender. Zhou An had unknowingly put too much pressure on him. It was hard to imagine that a fellow monk would actually do this.

There is such a big gap.

But he thought of Cheng Jin again, raised his hands to Zhou An and said, "Your Excellency may indeed be stronger than me, but I still want to give it a try."

Zhou An originally had the idea of ​​​​teaching these Mozhou monks a lesson, but seeing how humble the other party was, his thoughts faded away. King Bingnan could not fully represent Mozhou, let alone the monks of Mozhou.

In its earliest days, the Immortal Contest was originally a gathering for monks from all over the world to communicate, and it later gradually evolved into this.

"Zhou An versus Mu Linyu!"

The referee's voice came.

A vague figure appeared in front of Mu Linyu, and hundreds of pale and then dark ghosts appeared in front of him, with different shapes, some big and some small, all with hideous faces.

"The path of a hundred ghosts can be practiced day and night!"

Hundreds of ghosts rushed towards Zhou An from all directions. Most of them were ghosts in the Nascent Soul Stage, and some had the strength of the Transformation Stage. This was already quite astonishing, equivalent to Zhou An having to face several monsters at the same time.

A monk in the stage of becoming a god.

If it had been before he came into this world, he might have felt dizzy and even turned around and ran away.

But not now. Since he came to this world, some kind of chemical change seems to have occurred in his body, and he is getting stronger every moment.

That speed is incredible.

Fear of death?

He would be afraid, at least he used to be, but now this feeling has become indifferent, probably because he is always on the edge of death. Human nature is like this, and it will become numb after repeated stimulation.

If you continue to struggle in death, your hope for life will fade.

Zhou An also often reflects on his own changes, because he can detect great changes in himself, especially mentally, which is probably a distortion.

During his time on Blue Star, he was able to lead a group of people to the end, until dawn came again, entirely because he was following Su Changxing's footsteps. There was someone walking in front of him who gave him a direction and at least a goal.

, so as not to get lost.

This is also his anchor, enough to stand in the extraordinary without losing himself.

First he slashed out, then swung his sword. Zhou An seemed to have only swung one sword, but hundreds of sword shadows followed, annihilating the ghosts one by one. Each sword was heavy and light, but it was just enough to kill the monsters.

Kill every ghost.

Mu Linyu was pierced by a sword, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

The breeze blew slowly, and Mu Linyu stood in a position ten feet away, with his slender hair fluttering. His breathing was a little rapid, and there was a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead. He was basically unscathed, except for

There is an almost invisible blood streak on the neck stem.

"What now?"

"I admit defeat!" Mu Linyu cupped his hands and said with his head lowered. He was convinced that he had lost. Zhou An accurately found his position with his last sword and penetrated his spiritual energy shield.

If the sword was deflected any further, his neck would definitely be broken, and no one would be able to save him in time.

"I agree." Zhou An smiled, and then reminded: "You'd better go down for treatment immediately, otherwise your life will still be in danger."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wound on Mu Linyu's neck began to rot outwards. He was also startled and immediately flew off the stage.

Zhou An's sword did not touch Mu Linyu but was blown by the sword wind, but the rotten sword intent still hurt him uncontrollably.

How to defeat the opponent without killing people is a technical problem for him, defeating people without killing people.

When the referee saw this situation, his eyes became serious. He couldn't stop Zhou An from killing someone, and he didn't even have time to stop. Such a person who came to participate in the Immortal Competition was simply bullying.

Immediately afterwards, another monk from Mozhou also flew up. He had white hair and looked very old, but his actual age was definitely not more than two hundred years old. It was just that he was too old when he was building the foundation.

It will look like this.

However, this also highlights the extraordinary nature of the other party. He only established his foundation when he was at least fifty or sixty years old, but he became a monk in the divine transformation stage before he was two hundred years old.

The monk landed on the competition platform, carrying a sword on his back. His old face was full of solemnity. He watched the competition between Zhou An and Mu Linyu. Although his strength was stronger than Mu Linyu, he asked himself that he was not Zhou An's.

opponent.

Like a junior, he cupped his hands, nodded slightly and said, "I, Yin Zhong, know that I am no match for you, but I also want to give it a try. Please grant me your permission."

If you compete with someone stronger than you, you will naturally gain something, but if the other person is too strong and cannot block a move, there will naturally be no gain to talk about.

Zhou An was stunned for a moment and naturally understood what the other party meant. He also cupped his hands and said, "Since it's a competition, communication comes first."

When Zhou An said this, the referee couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that he would mess up. Mainly because he saw that Zhou An's expression didn't seem to change when he killed someone before. He knew that such a monk is the most terrifying.

, I am afraid that he grew up in killing.

Most immortal cultivators are relatively moderate in temperament. Except for evil cultivators, they will not kill innocent people indiscriminately, otherwise it will affect their character.

Zhou An gave him the feeling that evil cultivators are better than evil cultivators!

"Zhou An versus Yin Zhong!"

The referee's voice came.

Yin Zhong pulled out an ordinary-looking long sword from his back. There were many scratches on it and it looked a bit shabby, as if it had been used for a long time and had not been taken care of by an ordinary soldier.

Of course, it's still a little inferior to Zhou An's rusty long sword.

Yin Zhong did not rush to take action, but looked at the sword in his hand and said slowly: "Before the age of 50, I was just a mortal. The blacksmith in the blacksmith shop spent the first half of his life banging swords, but he never used it.

sword."

"The sword in my hand is one of my favorite works before I became an immortal. It's called Frost. It was made when I was 40 years old, but was sent back ten years later."

"The swordsman once told me that he would become famous all over the world with this sword, but when the sword was sent back, he was already dead in a foreign country."

Zhou An asked curiously: "Then why did you embark on the path of cultivating immortality?"

Yin Zhong smiled: "It's not for that reason. Some people are interested in my blacksmithing skills and think that if I become an immortal, I will be able to create extraordinary magic weapons in the future."

"But who would have thought that I would become a swordsman later on? This can be regarded as a trick of fate."

"Your Excellency, please accept the move. My sword is very simple, just like forging iron."