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"Uncle, if you want to save your lifesaver, obediently hand over the leader's token."

"Or else."

"You will see their blood splattered five steps, drink and hate this place!"

The long sword in Mu Jiao's hand rested on Chen Nan's neck, and it seemed that it would cut off his head at any moment.

Mu Yang's eyes were full of apologies: "Ancestor, I'm sorry."

Chen Nan said lightly: "There is no need to say such kind words between you and me, solve these people as soon as possible!" "

Mu Yang, you are a deceiving ancestor, Chen Nan is just an outsider, you actually call him the ancestor?" Mu Ningfeng was furious: "It seems that my decision is right, you really don't deserve to be the leader of my clan!" "

He felt guilty before.

But now.

All the guilt became a matter of course.

"Mu Ningfeng, this is a grudge between you and me, I don't want to involve other clansmen, do you dare to fight me?" Mu Yang's eyes were full of fighting intent.

Although he was extremely disappointed in this tribe.

But at this time, he was the leader of the tribe after all.

He didn't want more innocent people to be implicated.

Mu Ningfeng grinned: "Just because you are a cultivator of the God King Realm, you also want to defeat me?" You are really too self-sufficient! With my strength, I can suppress you with one hand! "

Even if the Central God King looks at the entire Duo Heaven, he is also a master among the masters.

A lower god king.

Mu Ningfeng really didn't put it in his eyes.

The corners of Mu Yang's mouth rose: "If this is the case, then you and I will fight fairly!"

"You are not qualified to challenge me, but I am willing to give you a chance!" Mu Ningfeng looked condescending: "What if I defeat you?"

Mu Yang: "If you can defeat me, I am willing to hand over the leader's token to you, and quit the Beili tribe, and never come back in this life!"

Mu Ningfeng smiled slightly: "Well, if I lose, I will release Chen Nan and the others, and give up competing for the tribal leader."

Mu Yang: "The clansmen are here, I hope you don't believe in your words!"

Mu Ningfeng: "Then let's do it!" The

words did not fall.

A cyan long sword appeared behind Mu Yang.

The sharp longsword revealed an overwhelming cold light under the moonlit night.

I saw him squeeze his hands.

The long sword is divided into five.

Instantly flew towards Mu Ningfeng.

"Big brother, I'm more familiar with phantom swordsmanship than you!" A trace of disdain flashed in Mu Ningfeng's eyes, and a terrifying sword qi appeared between heaven and earth when he raised his hand.

The sword qi split into nine and resisted Mu Yang's five long swords.

Not only that.

The other four sword qi flew towards Mu Yang like a swimming dragon.

Void tremor.

The sword shines.

Mu Yang acted very calmly, without the slightest panic.

He pinched it quickly.

A lotus platform floats at your feet.

Around the lotus platform, twelve pink and tender refining petals instantly condensed.

The petals are dazzling.

It gives people a sense of déjà vu that breaks when touched.

But it resisted the attacks of those four sword qi.

Allowing those four terrifying sword qi to fall on it, none of them could break the petals.

"You actually succeeded in cultivating Lotus Twelve Lotus?" Mu Ningfeng gasped.

The faces of the other tribes in the tribe were also full of shock.

It's like hell.

The Beili tribe has an extremely powerful defensive technique.

This exercise is called Lotus Thirty-Six Times.

It is divided into three realms.

They are Lotus Twelve.

Lotus Twenty-four.

and Lotus Thirty-Six.

It's just that it has been passed down for so many years, not to mention that some people have cultivated this exercise to great perfection.

Even cultivation to the Lotus Birth Twelve is extremely rare.

Because cultivating this exercise is extremely harsh.

Always keep a naked heart.

If you have an attachment in your heart, you will not be able to succeed in cultivation.

Although Mu Yang only cultivated to the first realm.

But everyone knows.

With the power of Lotus Twelve Births.

It can completely withstand the attack of a Central God King Realm powerhouse.

"Nope!"

"No, no, no!"

A middle-aged man with a sallow face and a psychological defense line that was constantly collapsing, he spat nervously, and said in a trembling tone: "If the old leader is really crazy and unstable in his mind, how can he cultivate into Lotus Sheng Twelve?"

He originally believed Mu Ningfeng's words.

It is thought that Mu Yang has been in the Misty Valley for eighteen years and has become a madman.

But now.

Mu Ningfeng's words were not true at all!

Because a madman with an unstable mind cannot cultivate into Lotus Twelve Sheng.

Everyone else looked at each other.

It was difficult to accept that Mu Yang's cultivation had become Lotus Twelve Sheng.

"Even if he cultivates into Lotus Thirty-Six? Have you forgotten the gambling you just made? One of Mu Ningfeng's subordinates shouted loudly.

"Yes, it doesn't matter what happened before, what matters is who can win this match."

"Yes."

A lot of people shouted and wanted to shift focus in this way.

They knew that Mu Yang was not crazy.

But they didn't want Mu Yang to become the leader of the tribe.

Because.

Mu Yang became the leader, and they received far less benefits than Mu Ningfeng.

"Big brother, I underestimated you!"

"Yet."

"With Lotus Birth XII alone, you can't defeat me!"

Mu Ningfeng was furious and burst into the crown, and a terrifying divine power surged out, like a flash flood.

In a flash.

All the sword cultivators in the Beili tribe felt a strong unease.

The long swords in their hands trembled slightly.

Immediately, countless long swords rose into the sky and converged above Mu Ningfeng's head, spinning like a cloud.

The colorful sword light smudges the night, and it looks particularly charming.

But that strong sense of oppression made everyone's breathing extremely difficult.

"Go!"

Mu Ningfeng pointed one finger towards Mu Yang.

Yikes!

A sharp blade slashed towards Mu Yang one after another.

Mu Yang's expression also became solemn, and he used the divine power in his body to make the lotus platform spin rapidly.

Knock all the oncoming swords away.

But.

He knows.

With his own strength, even if he cultivated into Lotus Twelve Sheng.

It couldn't resist Mu Ningfeng's means.

Think of this.

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He squeezed his hands, and a thin sword intent emerged from his body, enveloping his entire person.

He is the sword.

The sword is him.

The two are indistinguishable from each other.

Meanwhile.

Everyone's pupils trembled violently.

Obviously, he didn't expect Mu Yang to condense into sword intent.

You must know that even in the history of the Beili tribe, there are very few people who can condense into sword intent.

Even if this sword intent is not very strong.

But his realm is so high that it surpasses everyone.

"Break!"

An indifferent voice came out of Mu Yang's mouth.

Next second.

His figure suddenly disappeared on the lotus platform.

Meanwhile.

A sword light pierced through Mu Ningfeng's abdomen.

A red blood mist splashed.

Mu Ningfeng let out a miserable cry, he spat out blood in his mouth, and flew out uncontrollably.

Facing Mu Yang, who condensed his sword intent.

Even if he has the cultivation of the Central God King.

Nor is it enough to compete with it.

Mu Yang's face was weak, but his eyes were full of excitement, because he did not lose face in front of Chen Nan's eyes.

He looked at Mu Ningfeng: "Second brother, you lost!"

Mu Ningfeng's pale face was full of madness: "Do you really think that I will lose?"

Mu Yang's face changed suddenly: "Could it be that you have other means?" "