Supreme God Emperor

"court death!"

The victory or defeat was already obvious, but Ziyu actually dared to make a move. At this time, if Mo Yang was tolerant, then he would not be Mu Yun's apprentice!

With a chuckle, the green sword in the Moyang scabbard immediately came out of its orifice, and a line of blood floated along the sky.

Ziyu screamed, and the daggers in both hands fell to the ground again, and two blood lines were clearly visible in his palm.

"The victory or defeat is already clear, you still make a sneak attack, do you want to die?"

"The victory or defeat is unclear. If you don't kill, you won't count as winning me."

"If it weren't for the rules, you would be a dead body now."

Looking at Ziyu, Mo Yang said indifferently.

This time, Mo Yang obviously had the upper hand, but Ziyu was unwilling to lose, so he shot again. Such a result, even Luofu, has nothing to say.

"Waste, waste, waste!"

After shouting out three wastes one after another, Ci Yu's face was gloomy and terrible, and his brows were frowned.

"This is the fourth game, Song Jingcai, how can I do it without me telling you?"

"Yes, mentor!"

The fourth game is the most important one. If the senior class 5 loses, then it will lose completely. If the senior class 5 wins, then there is still a possibility of victory.

Song Jingcai, the squad leader of the senior class five, the genius of the Spirit Acupoint Realm and the genius who opened up the Qihai Acupoint Realm, is of great strength, and what is most daunting is that this person is almost like a model carved out of Ci Yu .

In the fourth game, Mu Fengxing played!

Song Jingcai's attack was fierce, and he fought his opponent not by dodge and defense, but by a life-for-life style of play.

This kind of fighting method has to be said to be extremely dangerous.

It's just that Song Jing's fame was just like this. Later, he was seriously injured all over his body, forcing a warrior who was two times higher than his realm to concede defeat.

Such a lunatic, unless he is completely defeated, otherwise, the battle will never end.

This is well known.

"Mu Fengxing, two years ago, I lost to you, now, I will not lose to you again!" Looking at Mu Fengxing, Song Jing said.

Two years ago, he and Mu Fengxing were both junior students. There was a battle between the two, and that battle was his shame.

And now, two years later, facing Mu Fengxing again, Song Jingcai is already the senior class 5 monitor.

He thought that because of that incident, Mu Fengxing would be curled up in the elementary class in his entire life, but he did not expect that the elementary class 9 would be promoted all the way to the advanced class 9 class.

However, Mu Fengxing was able to suppress the shadow of the past in his heart, and now he represented the senior ninth squad.

"If I was defeated by my former subordinates, then I Mu Fengxing, it doesn't matter if I don't practice in this life." Looking at Song Jingcai, Mu Fengxing said lightly.

"Your ninth class is really more arrogant than the other!"

"Arrogance also requires capital!"

When the two entered the ring, they smelled of gunpowder, and the fighting was on the verge of breaking out.

"begin!"

With a low drink, two figures suddenly banged together.

Mu Fengxing's Shenzongmen of the Phantom of Cultivation had a weird body and a surprisingly fast speed, but what was surprising was that Song Jingcai's body was equally strange and unpredictable.

At the moment in the arena, the two figures completely intersect each other, making it impossible to see who has the advantage and who has the disadvantage.

"How?"

"It should be Mu Fengxing who has the advantage, but Song Jingcai's methods are fierce, completely replacing injuries with injuries. Mu Fengxing didn't want to be injured, so he dragged it."

"This Song Jingcai is despicable!" Xiao Qingyu curled his lips.

"You can't say that. Song Jing didn't try his best. Class 5 was defeated. So he will definitely fight to the death. It's just that the company considers the next game, so he can't let go of his hands and feet to fight, at least , Make sure you can’t get hurt.”

"It's really trouble!"

A few people naturally understand the pros and cons.

Once Mu Fengxing is injured, the next game, Class 9 is equivalent to lack of a strong assistant.

Therefore, this game must be won without being injured.

It's just that Song Jingcai's realm is better than those of Zhen Ping, and it is not so easy to deal with it easily.

In the scene, two figures are coming and going, and the sound of fists and feet is constantly spreading.

Bang...

In the end, with a bang, two figures opened at the touch of a button.

Mu Fengxing saw sweat at the corner of his forehead, while on the other side, Song Jingcai was panting, dripping with sweat on his face.

"Heh, Mu Fengxing, I have to admit that you are very powerful, but even if I lose in this battle, Song Jingcai will hold you back."

"Pull me back? You don't deserve it!"

"Try to know!"

Looking at Mu Fengxing, Song Jingcai patted the ground with his palm, and layers of dust were splashed away.

With a sneer, Song Jingcai's palm was full of blood, and the blood ticked on the ground. Gradually, on the ground, a complicated pattern gathered.

His hands were suddenly embedded in the pattern, and Song Jingcai's fingertips blood flowed faster.

"Dark Life and Death Seal!"

With a low drink, Song Jingcai dragged the mark with both hands, and forced Mu Fengxing to come.

Buzzing...

At the same time, four dark red blood marks exploded on Mu Feng Xingzhou's body.

Those four blood marks appeared slammed, which no one expected.

The four blood seals exploded, turning into black air, rushing to Mu Fengxing and leave.

"Wanying has no palm!"

Seeing the black air approaching, Mu Fengxing had no choice but to cast his shadows and return to his palms, his palms slammed into the air, making a popping sound.

The strands of black energy were broken, but there were still a few strands of black energy that penetrated through the palm of the hand and penetrated into Mu Fengxing's arm.

"I lost!"

Seeing this scene, Song Jingcai stood up, dripping blood in his hands, bowed his head and gave up, but then turned around and stepped down.

Class 9 won the game again after four consecutive victories.

But the competition won this time is of great significance, because this is the top five classes. The first five classes represent the elite students of Leifeng Academy, second only to the 100 people on the top of the list.

"Mu Fengxing, come down!"

On Mu Yun's side, he greeted Mu Fengxing in a hurry.

"sit down!"

"Brother, I'm fine!"

"I'll let you sit down!" Mu Yun said beyond doubt: "Now, run your Qihai Cave True Yuan, give it a try..."

"Ok!"

hiss……

It's just that Mu Fengxing just nodded and responded, running the true essence, and the sting erupted from his Qihai acupoint, and even caused pain in other acupuncture points in his body.

"How could this be?" Mu Fengxing said with an ugly face.

"I expected that Song Jingcai used blood seal technique. This kind of technique is extremely harmful to the martial artist. It seems that in order to hurt you, Class 5 is really cruel."

"Teacher that Mu..."

"Don't worry, this kind of blood seal technique will not hurt you. It's just that you can't use the true essence for a short time. Otherwise, the acupuncture points of the whole body will cause tingling. Although it does not hurt the martial artist, the tingling is fundamental. Impossible to bear, so the next game..."

As Mu Yun said, his eyes fell on the Mo Yang four.

"Everyone listened to me, it is not easy for our advanced class 9 to get to this step. I know that everyone has tried their best and can beat the first five classes of advanced class five. We are already known as Leifeng Academy. Next... …To do what we can, the champion doesn’t matter. In our hearts, we are always the champion, don’t we?"

"No!"

When Mu Yun's words fell, Huang Wuji suddenly shouted, "How can this be done? It's not for us to win the championship, not for Class 9!"

"If you weren't for the pastoral tutor, we would still be the junior class 9 now, the garbage class that is ridiculed by others. No tutor is willing to lead us and lead us to become stronger."

"It is you who let us see hope and win the championship. We are not for ourselves, but for you. Now let us give up, how is it possible... How can we be worthy of you!"

Huang Wuji's voice choked and the words were intermittent.

Hearing this, the other students also bowed their heads.

This time, they are not fighting for themselves, but for Mu Yun!

However, things have reached this point...

The 9th squad was restricted and could only play with five people, and now Mu Fengxing was severely injured, so that he could endure the tingling of acupuncture points all over his body, how could it be possible?

Four, how else to fight next?

The opponent is stronger than the other.

The senior class 4 was taught by them last time because their strongest students didn't play, and the senior class 3, Wang Xinyu's class, had a lot of evildoers.

Advanced class one, advanced class two, it goes without saying.

When Huang Wuji shouted, Mu Yun stayed in place.

Then, Mu Yun gave a wry smile, patted Huang Wuji on the shoulder, and stepped onto the ring.

The rise of Advanced Class Nine has made many people uncomfortable.

Seven people competed and became five people. Now, it was obviously a normal fighting, but it turned into desperate, and tried all kinds of methods to hurt his students and couldn't participate in the battle.

What else can we do if we are forced into this situation?

Let go?

That's nonsense!

war!

There is only one battle!

Stepping onto the ring, Ci Yu is already standing on the ring at this moment.

Looking at his opponent, Mu Yun smiled.

Looking around, looking at the tens of thousands of students, Mu Yun spoke.

"Today, I, Mu Yun, stand here and tell you what is genius and what is waste!"

"Advanced Class Nine is my class and my students. Each of them is a genius. They will not fail or give up. Therefore, they will definitely go to the end and aspire to the top."

"And you, you are just rubbish, you can only play cheap!" Pointing to the people in Class 5, Mu Yun cursed: "All of you are rubbish, and your strength is not as good as your opponent, so you came up with such a trick!

"Yan Yunyu, Xiao Buyu, Ci Yu, you can only be rubbish, and I, Mu Yun, will trample you under your feet severely."

"Today, I just want to ask Mu Yun, you guys, which trash, which villain, will be my Mu Yun's opponent, can be my Mu Yun's opponent!"

"Today, I, Mu Yun, will take my ninth class, the first in the stable advanced class, and trample all your waste under your feet. Any treacherous means, take it out!"

Mu Yun stood in front of thousands of people, pointing at the person he wanted to scold, and the person he should scold, swearing.

Suddenly, there was deathly silence in the audience, and everyone looked at Mu Yun dumbfounded.

(The third one arrives)