"How can we have awakening when we have clearly not entered the state of enlightenment?"

"It's still the awakening of the demons!"

"What the hell is going on!"

Ignoring Xiaomei's yelling in her ears, Mu Ziqing stepped forward, stood side by side with Chu Qing, and said softly: "Be careful."

Chu Qing nodded solemnly.

At this time, it is no longer time to discuss "you or me?"

In the two round eye holes on the visor, two red lights lit up, getting brighter and brighter, revealing a bloodthirsty and evil light. Then, Murong Xuan's voice came from under the visor.

come out.

"You all must die."

"You all must die."

"You all must die."

"..."

The voice was hollow and dull, like dead wood, without any emotion, but it made people's hair stand on end.

"Oh, it's working time again." Xiaomei sighed helplessly, then drifted to Chu Qing and said, "Boy, see you next time."

After waving his hand, his figure turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the wooden sword.

Seeing Xiaomei disappear, Chu Qing pointed at the wooden sword and said, "Is the name of this sword Xiaomei?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden sword trembled slightly, as if to express dissatisfaction.

"Qingping." Mu Ziqing said lightly, "Wujian, Qingping."

Chu Qing's face suddenly became strange, "So, Xiaomei's full name is Mei Qingping? Then she might as well call her Qingpingmei!"

"You are an idiot!" Xiaomei flashed out of the wooden sword and cursed at Chu Qing: "The name of the wooden sword is Qingping, and Xiaomei's name was given by my brother! Qingpingmei, you are so stupid

x!"

Chu Qing: "..."

"I'm so angry!" Xiaomei put her hands on her waist and glared at Chu Qing angrily. Just as she was about to continue to curse, his expression suddenly changed and he was immediately submerged in the wooden sword again.

Chu Qing immediately realized something and suddenly raised his eyes to look at Murong Xuan. The latter's body swayed and turned into a black afterimage, rushing towards him and Mu Ziqing!

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Murong Xuan's path, and slapped out a palm, like an angry wave hitting the shore, directly hitting the black visor on Murong Xuan's face!

This figure is none other than Wu Lie!

boom--!

This palm hit the visor hard, and Murong Xuan's head suddenly tilted back. Wu Lie slapped Murong Xuan's chest with another backhand palm.

However, this palm suddenly stopped when it was less than half an inch away from Murong Xuan's chest. Murong Xuan stretched out his right hand like lightning and grabbed Wu Lie's wrist with his five fingers slightly hooked!

"What?" Wu Lie's pupils shrank slightly, feeling the huge power coming from Murong Xuan's five fingers, and he couldn't help but be shocked, "This guy's power is several times stronger than before!"

The next moment, Murong Xuan's right arm suddenly swung to the side, and the huge force suddenly lifted Wu Lie's entire body and threw it out, turning it into a cannonball and hitting a big tree directly!

Wu Lie turned over in the air, kicked his feet on the tree trunk, leaving two deep footprints, and then he bent and flicked, like an arrow from a string, and flew towards Murong Xuan again.

However, in the next moment, Wu Lie's eyes went dark, and his body stagnated, as if he was frozen in the air, but Murong Xuan's dark palm suddenly pressed on Wu Lie's face.

The strange thing is that Murong Xuan is still dozens of meters away from Wu Lie.

What's even weirder is that what connects Murong Xuan's palms is not his arm, but strands of demonic energy condensed together, as thick as a python.

Looking from a distance, it looks like Murong Xuan's arm has stretched dozens of meters!

"I'll blanch it!"

Chu Qing was shocked and looked horrified.

"I've seen this trick before!"

"Zach, Si Lee!"

Murong Xuan's right arm was like a whip, and he swung it violently. The demonic energy as thick as a python rose and fell, driving the black palm, and threw Wu Lie's whole body to the ground. With a bang, a cloud of dust was stirred up!

"die."

A cold and hollow voice came from under the visor. Murong Xuan turned around suddenly, leaned back almost to the full height of his body, then twisted his waist and swung out his arms fiercely!

The next moment, Wu Lie flew off the ground under the restraints of his black palms. His body drew a high parabola in the air, like a meteorite, and suddenly landed on the ground not far from Murong Xuan.

boom--!

In an instant, dust rose and fallen leaves flew all over the sky.

"You all must die."

The demonic energy flowed back like running water, coiled up like a snake, and surrounded Murong Xuan. He looked at Chu Qing and Mu Ziqing, and a biting red light shot out from his round eye holes.

However, for some unknown reason, he did not attack again, but stayed where he was, lowering his head, motionless, like a black sculpture.

"It's really troublesome." Sensing the undisguised killing intent emanating from Murong Xuan's body, Chu Qing couldn't help but frown.

Murong Xuan had lost his mind and wanted to kill the three of them, but they were restricted by the rules of the four-school joint examination and could not kill him, so they would fall into a very passive situation.

"Mu Ziqing, Chu Qing, let's join forces." Wu Lie swept out of the smoke and stood in front of the two of them.

Chu Qing glanced at Wu Lie and found that except for some damage to his clothes, he was unscathed. He couldn't help but be surprised and said: "Is this okay? It's amazing!"

Wu Lie smiled, then turned around, looked at Murong Xuan and said, "His vitality is passing away rapidly. If this continues, he will die soon."

There was a look of doubt in Chu Qing's eyes, "How do you know?"

"The armor on his body is an awakening of the Tibetan system called the Evil King Ghost Face Armor." Wu Lie said, "This kind of awakening comes at the cost of burning life."

"I wonder why this guy is so awesome." Chu Qing muttered, "The lifespan cheating is so scary."

"We must stop him." Wu Lie said seriously: "He has lost his mind. I am afraid that he will not be able to lift the Evil King's Ghost Mask until the moment his life is exhausted."

Hearing this, Mu Ziqing, who had been silent all this time, took a step forward and asked, "How to stop it?"

Wu Lie said slowly: "Destroy the ghost face on his face, and the Evil King's ghost face armor will be lifted by itself."

"But that ghost face is very hard. I hit it with my palm just now, but it didn't cause any damage to it."

"So I need your help to use the Qingping Sword to kill the ghost face."

Mu Ziqing nodded slightly and said calmly: "Try it."

"Xiaoqing, you stay here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Ziqing put her fingers together and gently stroked the sword body.

The Qingping Sword made a crisp buzzing sound, and then a burst of soft cyan light suddenly appeared on the sword.

"Get up." Both fingers left the sword, and a layer of green light like a flame shone on the fingertips, beating constantly.

Mu Ziqing held out her fingers and kept making gestures in front of her. The cyan light left a gorgeous trajectory in the void, eventually forming an elegant and flexible word - wind.

One word says "start".

One word is wind.

The wind rises.

A strong wind suddenly blew around Mu Ziqing.

His black hair was flying in the wind, the clothes on his body were rustling constantly, and the leaves falling in the air were swirling around him like butterflies dancing.

"Is the wind element awakening?" Wu Lie smiled slightly, then raised his head, opened his arms, and let out a long roar.

The harsh and domineering whistle exploded like spring thunder, resounding through the forest!

The next moment, countless hard and rough golden hairs sprouted on the edges of Wu Lie's cheeks and neck, and a "king"-shaped black mark appeared on his forehead. In his eyes, amber pupils revealed an indescribable feeling.

His whole body exuded a powerful aura of wildness.

"Here we go again!" Sensing Wu Lie's aura like that of a prehistoric beast, Chu Qing's heart couldn't help but beat violently, and the violent emotion emerged in his chest again.

Fortunately, with the last experience, Chu Qing immediately closed his eyes and concentrated, guarded his Dantian, circulated his essence, and suppressed his violent emotions.

But what's the point of always being underestimated?

I'm very strong, okay!

"Demonization?" Mu Ziqing looked at Wu Lie and asked.

"Yes." Wu Lie nodded, "Demonization, the ancient underworld tiger."

Hearing the words "Ancient Minghu", a rare look of shock appeared on Mu Ziqing's face, but this shock was quickly put away by him.

At this moment, Murong Xuan, who had been lowering his head, finally raised his head and once again said those words without any emotion: "You all must die."

At this moment, on the top of the strange visor, between the two long horns, there was a small black horn. This small horn was constantly squirming, extending outward inch by inch.

Seeing this little horn, Wu Lie's pupils shrank suddenly, "His awakening is evolving!"

"evolution?"

After successfully calming down the violent emotions, Chu Qing opened her eyes and asked curiously: "Can awakening still evolve?"

"Of course." Wu Lie explained: "Except for special awakenings, the other six major types of awakenings can all evolve, which is the so-called ability improvement."

"His third horn has not fully grown, indicating that evolution has not been completed."

After a slight pause, Wu Lie said solemnly: "We must stop the evolution of Awakening. If he is allowed to complete the evolution, only by completely destroying the entire armor can we remove his Evil King Ghost Face Armor!"

"I understand." Mu Ziqing nodded and said softly: "Let's do it."

As soon as he stepped down, his figure flashed like a rainbow and appeared in front of Murong Xuan in an instant.

Green light circulated on the sword. Mu Ziqing raised her right hand, and the cold light of Qingping Sword was threatening!

At the same time, the fallen leaves all over the sky were given life by the strong wind around him, forming sword whips and dancing in random directions, which was really beautiful.

Qiu Shui Sword Technique, the third style!

A pool of autumn water makes people feel cold!

A sword came towards him, Murong Xuan did not dodge or dodge, he held out two fingers of his left hand, holding a dragon horn, and quickly clamped the wooden sword on his fingertips.

"Can you still use moves after losing your mind?" Mu Ziqing's heart trembled slightly, but the expression on her face did not change at all. Sword whips made of fallen leaves floated over and surrounded Murong Xuan.

Murong Xuan raised his right arm, and the tacit understanding surrounding him suddenly turned into a long whip that shot out like wind and lightning.

Bang bang bang bang!

Amidst the shrill sound of breaking wind, several sword whips shattered into pieces under the sweep of the demonic energy, turning into countless fallen leaves that rained down like a heavy rain on their heads.

"Death!" A hollow and numb voice came from under the mask, and the demonic energy swirled back, condensed into a giant black claw, and suddenly grabbed Mu Ziqing's head.

This grip was extremely ferocious, the sharp black claws tore through the air and shone with a chilling light in the sunlight!

If this blow is carried out, Mu Ziqing's head will explode like a ripe watermelon being smashed by a hammer.

But at this time, Mu Ziqing's expression was indifferent, she did not abandon her sword and retreat at all, and watched helplessly as the huge black claw struck towards her.

This looks like suicide.

But Mu Ziqing is not fighting alone.

A domineering tiger roar suddenly sounded in the forest.

It's Wu Lie!

Just as Mu Ziqing flew out like a rainbow and appeared in front of Murong Xuan, Wu Lie took a deep breath, and the essence in his body was running wildly, pouring into his feet, and then he squatted down.

Both knees are strangely bent like a tiger.

Wu Lie's feet suddenly pushed to the ground, and he immediately rushed out like a hungry tiger, his body moving almost close to the ground. Wherever he passed, the fallen leaves rolled back to both sides, like a speedboat sailing across a river.

A huge splash of water.

The moment his feet left the ground, the soil that was thrown out by him was like a dense bullet, pouring on the trunk of a big tree, making a "pap-pap-pap-pap" sound.

The next moment, Wu Lie had arrived in front of Murong Xuan. He straightened his back and raised his head. His body, which was almost touching the ground, left the ground and soared upwards, erupting with a terrifying momentum.

The khaki source material emerged from the palm of his hand. Wu Lie let out a long roar, put his five fingers together, and extended a palm.

The wind in the palm is as fierce as the waves crashing on the shore!

The iron palm of mountains and seas, the style of the sea.

The sea is changing!

Murong Xuan flicked his wrist, and the huge black claw that was attacking Mu Ziqing hesitated slightly, and then flew towards Wu Lie like lightning!

boom--!

The palms and claws collided, and there was a dull loud noise. The next moment, Murong Xuan's huge black claw suddenly exploded into a ball of black mist under Wu Lie's blow!

Before the black mist dispersed around, Wu Lie struck out with another palm, imprinting it on Murong Xuan's chest. The force of his palm was spat out, and Murong Xuan's figure was shocked. As if he had been hit hard, he immediately slipped out, his feet deep in the air.

It sank into the mud and dragged out two long ravines.

The Qingping Sword escaped from Murong Xuan's fingers. Mu Ziqing immediately stepped forward with her left foot, and raised the sword with her backhand. The blade of the sword flashing with cyan light scraped across the ground, causing a gust of wind.

A sword whip made of fallen leaves suddenly flew out from the ground, like a hidden dragon out of the sea, and quickly swept towards Murong Xuan. Before the latter could stand still, he was hit hard by the sword whip!

A muffled groan erupted from under the dark mask, Murong Xuan staggered back a few steps, then knelt down on one knee and placed his hands on the ground.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

Yin Hong's blood seeped out from the gaps in his faceplate, dripping down his chin and onto the ground.

Mu Ziqing and Wu Lie looked at each other and stood up again.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Murong Xuan muttered to himself, demonic energy surged in his hands, and with a wave of his arms, two long black whips flew out, turning into countless afterimages, blocking the way of Mu Ziqing and Wu Lie.
Chapter completed!