Zhuo Mufeng was very angry.

He himself didn't know why he was so angry. Maybe he had joined the Sanjiang League for a long time and had really developed feelings for him, maybe he was just to show it to others, maybe he just couldn't stand it simply.

In short, he was very unhappy when he saw Zi Wanhao's appearance. He watched coldly, and of course he saw Meng Jiuxiao's hesitation and necessity, Wu Yuanyuan's anger and coldness, so he took action.

Anyway, he will face Zi Wanhao sooner or later, and it is better to be one day earlier than that. Of course, if it weren't for the chance to take the Han Tao Seven Ring Leaf yesterday, this guy wouldn't dare be so arrogant.

In short, his arrogant attitude immediately made Huang Yuan and Zi Wanhao furious. Zi Wanhao even opened his hair and beard, and a strong murderous intent surged in his heart.

He suddenly realized that this Zhuo Mufeng was the candidate for Sanjiang League to launch this time? Since he was destined to be his opponent, he would simply solve it with the flow!

However, Zi Wanhao is not a fool. Even though he is angry, he still tentatively said: "You are a bastard who knows the truth, what qualifications are you to challenge me?"

Zhuo Mufeng said calmly: "It's not challenging you, but solving you. Today you have to fight, and you have to fight if you don't fight. If you say it, there is no room for retreat."

He did not look back, but he specifically ordered Meng Jiuxiao: "Uncle Meng, someone dares to interfere later, please be sure to stop him. With the bastard on the opposite side, he can't make a fuss! I am the same as him, and no one will say anything even if something happens. If the Holy Hai Gang really wants to start a war, I believe that Sanjiang League is not a vegetarian."

This was so wonderful. It not only pointed out the rationality of his fight with Zi Wanhao, but also blocked the excuse of the Shenghai Gang attacking him in advance. It also implied that Meng Jiuxiao would support the situation and not be inferior to the reputation of the Sanjiang League.

The strong confidence and murderous aura revealed in the words made everyone even more frightened.

Even Meng Jiuxiao and Wu Yuanyuan, who believed that they knew Zhuo Mufeng, couldn't help but wonder, and didn't understand where Zhuo Mufeng's confidence came from.

Could it be that time in Nuanyang Lake, he had not used all his strength yet, how could this be possible?

Meng Jiuxiao took a deep breath and looked at Zhuo Mufeng's tall and tall back. This was the courage and dignity that the eldest son of Sanjiang League should have. He was silent when he should be low-key, and never hesitated when he should take action.

Even if Zhuo Mufeng lost this time, in Meng Jiuxiao's opinion, the other party has fully fulfilled his responsibilities and obligations in this identity.

Wu Yuanyuan's eyes were very complicated. With her temper, it would be useless for ordinary people to block them, but this time, she slowly restrained her sword energy.

But he still said that he was unforgivable: "Zhuo Mufeng, after all, you became a monk halfway through, and it is normal for you to lose. Don't be too worried about face and suffer."

Zhuo Mufeng was a little surprised. He seemed to hear the slight concern in his toughness, and he must have heard it wrong. He shook his head and walked forward step by step. The momentum on his body had slowly increased to the extreme.

"Master, let me kill him!"

If he was still a little hesitant before, then at this moment, Zi Wanhao could no longer avoid the battle. The other party regarded him as an ant that could be kneaded at will. He could not retreat whether it was for himself or the Shenghai Gang!

Anger hit Zi Wanhao's mind, with a sword in his hand, and he also walked forward step by step, his eyes gradually filled with bloodshot.

Huang Yuan did not stop this time because this is the rule between top forces. It involves face and dignity, and no one can give in. However, Huang Yuan was obviously very alert, staring at Zhuo Mufeng without blinking.

"Is this guy too impulsive?"

Baili Yan muttered secretly that after experiencing the battle at Nuanyang Lake, she did not think that Zhuo Mufeng had any strength at that time, otherwise he would not have been forced into danger by himself. But if this were the case, how could the other party have the confidence to provoke Zi Wanhao?

But no matter what, Baili Yan's curiosity was aroused, and she looked at the two young masters in the field nervously.

Chu Yuhuan and the girl in white on the right also focused on the upcoming battle.

When the two sides were three meters apart, the already calm and depressing atmosphere suddenly fell to its extreme, and the air was filled with suffocating power.

It was like an invisible net, which suddenly broke down when it was tight to the limit!

Two whoosh!

Zhuo Mufeng and Zi Wanhao took action at the same time, rushing towards each other at the fastest speed in their lives, causing a rushing sound of wind. The gravel on the ground dispersed and shot around in disorder. In just one blink, the two rushed together without any fancy swords and swords fighting each other.

clang……

Mars flew everywhere, and Zhuo Mufeng's right hand felt a huge force rushing along the Yitian Sword, which made his right arm numb and he couldn't help but be surprised.

He watched Zi Wanhao and Ni Dazi's battle before. He knew that the opponent's internal strength was better than him, but when he actually fought, he knew the specific gap. If it weren't for the accident last night, he would have suffered a loss by the first move.

"kill!"

With a long roar, Zi Wanhao, who had a murderous aura in his body, held the knife in both hands and slashed it down with force, as if he had used his power to eat.

The murderous aura also poured down like a long flood that broke through the gate, slashing towards Zhuo Mufeng, who was close to the sky with the sword energy. A afterimage left in the void, giving Zi Wanhao the illusion that he had scored dozens of swords.

Wu Yuanyuan's heartbeat was half a beat. In her perception, this sword was definitely not something that Zhuo Mufeng could take, and the sword energy that could not be triggered was also evident.

Meng Jiuxiao was even more prepared at any time, and it would never be possible to let Zhuo Mufeng break here.

It was said that it was quick, and Zhuo Mufeng was the person who felt the crisis the most quickly on the scene. He did not care about hiding his weakness, nor allowed him to hide his weakness. Lihuo Xuanbing's true energy flowed to its limit.

At the same time, he also let out a long roar, and the blood and energy in his body surged like a river, driving the power hidden in his body to mix internal forces, turning into a fierce sword that was overwhelming or evading, and struck the blood-colored sword falling from the sky.

With a pounding sound, the white and red after waves fluttered out. Zhuo Mufeng did not take a step back, but instead Zi Wanhao, who was carrying the momentum, actually trembled and took three steps back in a row.

In the head-on attack, Zhuo Mufeng actually gained the upper hand.

"What?"

Meng Jiuxiao was shocked, and his body was about to rush out, his eyes widened slightly, as if he had seen something incredible.

Wu Yuanyuan's sword force was in chaos, and her mind was also a little confused. Zi Wanhao clearly did not hold back when he hit her, but he couldn't help Zhuo Mufeng, but instead fell at a disadvantage.

Now she was completely confused. Did Zhuo Mufeng deliberately keep a move in Nuanyang Lake, or did she make progress in less than a month? But after spending time together, I didn’t see how hard this guy was?

Is he really talented? How amazing is this? It's too amazing and too unimaginable. This continuous speed of progress really makes Wu Yuanyuan unbelievable.

Also incredible were Chu Yuhuan and Baili Yan. Baili Yan widened her big eyes and said it was impossible.

With a loud scream, Zi Wanhao was full of anger, and at the same time he was a little confused, unable to accept that he was suppressed in the face of the head-on confrontation.

The long sword was raised high, and the sword light became bloody red, as if composed of countless drops of blood. The air made a sound, and was cut out from the bright red channel by this sword light. The murderous aura in the passage overflowed and rushed towards Zhuo Mufeng with an unrivaled momentum. Before it was approaching, Zhuo Mufeng's body had a chill.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have to be shocked by this murderous aura, but who was Zhuo Mufeng? He had been through the line of life and death for many times. Facing danger has become his instinct, and his will is like steel.

Without thinking, Zhuo Mufeng directly used a five-color sword energy, and the gorgeous sword light illuminated the platform, as gorgeous as neon lights.

Bang!

The ground in the center of the explosion cracked a series of spider webs, extending dozens of meters long. Before the aftermath had passed, Zi Wanhao roared wildly, carrying the turbulent anger and murderous intent, and used the second killing move in succession.

Many blood-red sword lights turned into pieces, covering the sky and without giving Zhuo Mufeng any way out.

Ni Dazi pursed her lips. He lost to this knife. I wonder if Zhuo Mufeng could block it.

The answer was soon revealed. Among the blood-red sword light, the gorgeous five-color sword light was extremely eye-catching. Although there was only one beam, it was indestructible and penetrated a large sword light.

Zhuo Mufeng's reaction was not blown, and he had long secretly noticed Zi Wanhao's killing move, so how could he not prepare?

He took the initiative to attack this time, with his feet connected to the point, and his body rotated like a gyro, appearing in different places in a row, flashing three times in a row, and the aftermath of the sword light had already bypassed the sword light and was within three feet of Zi Wanhao.

It is Xiaocheng's Nine Ghosts' Great Transfer.

"Thirty-six styles of massacre, blood butcher knife!"

It's not as good as Zi Wanhao, and he insists on shouting before making a move. It's like a worker lifting something and shouting. It can boost morale and maintain his spirit at its peak.

Zi Wanhao's body rushed forward, leaving a purple shadow in the void. The front of the purple shadow was a bloody knife, and the murderous aura was fully integrated, giving this knife an extraordinary power that shocked people.

What's even more terrifying is that the power of the blood sword is still spreading, cutting through the void. This sword uses the power of transformation of essence. With Zi Wanhao at the age of only twenty, who can not praise a hero after understanding martial arts at this point!

But the person on the opposite side was even more terrifying. Almost as the blood knife was slashing, Zhuo Mufeng's mouth slapped unconsciously. With the blessing of the perfect transformation of essence, the five-colored sword energy suddenly became powerful, and seemed to sweep out slowly and quickly.

The distance between the two sides was narrowed from three zhang to two zhang, and this was Zhuo Mufeng's plan. He did not use it rashly before, until he angered Zi Wanhao and suddenly took a heavy move, which was to achieve his goal in one battle.

The sword light and sword shadow collided suddenly, and the movements created far exceeded any previous one. With the continuous roar, the onlookers saw the weakened five-color sword energy breaking through the red sword light and hit Zi Wanhao hard, causing him to snore and retreat.
Chapter completed!