Chapter 117 [(*^▽^*)]

Chapter 117 [(*^▽^*)]

Ming Yufeng looked around and finally his eyes fell on Mu Junhao, "This guy should be pretty good."

He didn't care about the others. Even if the winner was not their opponent in the end, there was no need to pay attention to him, but this Mu Junhao was different.

Ming Fanxing nodded, "Indeed, but he is definitely not Xiaofeng's opponent."

This Mu Junhao has both earth and water spiritual roots, but he definitely only practices earth attribute skills. However, Ming Yufeng's wind blade should be able to easily defeat him, or even kill him. No matter

how strong this person's earth magic defense is, he will definitely not be able to defend against Ming Yufeng's wind blade.

As expected, everyone who can come here is discerning. In the battles in these five restrictions, everyone's eyes are basically on Mu Junhao.

Everyone can see that this person is the strongest among the ten.

Mu Junhao stared at the person in front of him and suddenly grinned, "I'll give you a chance. If you admit defeat now, I'll spare your life. If you don't want to, you won't have a chance to speak later."

The other party frowned, disgusted with his arrogant attitude. Of course, he was unwilling in his heart. Who can come here is not a talented person in his own state?

Let him surrender without a fight. If he really does this, he will have no face to live in the future!

"Huh! Do you really think you are the best in the world? Watch out!"

Although he was angry, he did not act arrogantly when he took out his weapon. He put on a spirit shield when he took out his weapon, and then waved his hand to sacrifice his flying sword.

It was the Flying Spirit Sword.

It seems that in Fengwu Country, the Flying Spirit Sword is still very common, probably because there are more materials for refining the Flying Spirit Sword.

However, this person's skill in flying the sword does not look very good, perhaps because he has neglected training.

Ming Fanxing thinks that this person is indeed at the same level of Qi Condensation as himself, but sometimes the difference between cultivators at the same level can be very large, just like this person and him.

This person is a cultivator with three spiritual roots, among which the fire spiritual root has the highest talent point of 68 points, but the other two are very poor, less than 10 points, and they practice fire-based exercises.

Facing the man's attack, Mu Junhao sneered, "I gave you a chance, but you are looking for death yourself, so it has nothing to do with me..."

"Go to hell!"

He stretched out his right hand and clenched his fist. His fist and arm were covered with stones in a short time. This punch directly knocked the flying sword away.

Just as the opponent was about to control the flying sword to continue the attack, he suddenly felt empty under his feet. He had no time to react and suddenly found that his body was falling down.

The subconscious was frantically calling the police!

He suddenly felt his scalp tingling. He was about to use the light body technique to move up, but he saw that the ground on both sides was actually pressing towards him.

His pupils shrank, it was too late, it was too late to use the light body technique, he just opened his mouth to shout to admit defeat, but it was too late.

Death!

Mu Junhao sneered at the man who had only his head and half of his shoulder on the ground, and the rest of his body had been crushed into a meat paste by the mud.

"I told you to admit defeat but you didn't listen. You are overestimating yourself."

Ming Fanxing looked at the mutilated corpse without any expression. He had seen more tragic scenes than this when fighting with robbers on the road before, and he was used to it.

And to put it bluntly, this person used the simplest earth-based spell to control the ground mud under the opponent's feet to settle.

But the spell must be cast quickly, so that the opponent has no time to react, and then when the opponent is unable to react and falls, the mud is quickly controlled to close.

In this way, the opponent can be squeezed to death directly. It looks really simple, but it is still a bit difficult to put it into practice. After all, the opponent has a spiritual shield.

If you want to kill the opponent, you must first break this spiritual shield. In Ming Fanxing's view, Mu Junhao's seemingly simple spell just now definitely consumed a lot of spiritual power.

Ha!

Although it looks very strong, bloody, and shocking, it actually kills 1,000 enemies and injures 800 of its own. Excessive consumption of spiritual power is not conducive to the second battle.

The gain is not worth the loss.

After Mu Junhao won, the restriction on his venue was opened, and he slowly walked towards the direction of Ziguang City's rest area with a bloodthirsty smile.

As he came over, he also glanced at Ming Fanxing. He thought Ming Fanxing would stare at him in shock and fear.

But unexpectedly, Ming Fanxing was chatting calmly with Ming Yufeng beside him, and didn't pay any attention to him at all!

His face changed slightly, but he didn't say anything. After retracting his gaze, he sat in his seat without saying a word.

Of course, he knew that many other people looked at him with a hint of fear in their eyes, but he didn't care about these!

There was a venue vacant. Of course, it was impossible to wait until all five groups had won and lost before drawing lots for the second time.

Instead, once there was a vacant venue, they would draw lots directly!

Soon two more people came out and entered and had been cleaned up...

Of course, there would still be some blood stains left there, and the meat paste that had just been crushed in the soil had also been cleaned up, but the blood stains would not be specially cleaned.

The two of them were very nervous when they saw the bloodstains on the ground. They looked at each other with full vigilance, fearing that the other party would kill them with a killing move.

But not long after the fight started, they found that the other party was just as good as themselves!

This extremely boring competition lasted for a long time, and many people were picked and then some left.

At this moment, Ming Fanxing suddenly saw that the princess Feng Qingxue was picked. Not only him, but most of the eyes around were cast on this icy princess.

Feng Qingxue walked out slowly and stood in her own field.

At this time, the field was already covered with blood, and bloodstains were unavoidable. No matter where she walked, she would step on them, but she seemed to have seen nothing and walked into the field as usual.

And her opponent was actually a disciple of the imperial city.

When everyone thought they could see the princess's demeanor, the princess's opponent actually gave up. No one knew what others were thinking, but this person knew it very well.

If he didn't give up, the princess would probably... not kill him, but he would definitely be seriously injured. He was not that stupid!

After admitting defeat, although he lost the qualification to compete for the good cave this time, he would have the qualification to challenge again in three months.

He could definitely choose someone he could defeat at that time, instead of trying to show off and getting seriously injured at this time.

Seeing that he admitted defeat, Feng Qingxue nodded to him and then left the venue.

Just when Ming Fanxing felt very regretful, he heard his name, and when he looked closely, he saw that the senior in the early stage of foundation building who was drawing lots was looking at him.

He knew it was his turn.

Jin Nantian patted his shoulder, "Go ahead, don't be polite, it's okay to kill."

Ming Fanxing blinked, then nodded, "I know."

When he walked out, his first opponent had already appeared not far away.

Ming Fanxing noticed that this person was actually from the imperial city. He didn't know what his identity was, but he was dressed very well.

Maybe because his opponent is from the Imperial City, many people are paying attention to this place, even Mu Junhao is watching, with a malicious smile on his face.

The opponent stood still in the venue, and the surrounding restrictions have been activated.

He grinned at Ming Fanxing, with a vicious murderous look on his face, "You look like a weak chicken, but you look good, pretty boy, are you here in the Imperial City to pick up women?"

"Do you know who I am? Forget it, forget it, how would a fool like you know? I just want to tell you, don't worry, I will never give you a chance to admit defeat."

Yep, quite arrogant.

In this case, he will not be polite.

No one announced the start, but everyone tacitly agreed that the battle would begin when the ban was activated. Ming Fanxing just smiled when he heard him say this, and didn't intend to waste words.

His consciousness probed into the storage bag in his arms, and he casually pinched a sword trick with his right hand, and two flying swords flashed out beside him.

Then they turned into two three-foot-long white sword beams, which circled around him casually and then quickly attacked from the left and right.

The other party wanted to say something, but he didn't underestimate it when he saw the two sword beams.

He looked normal, intending to defend against the attack while still talking nonsense, "Not bad! Two sword beams, really powerful..."

At this moment, before the first two sword beams reached the opponent, a very inconspicuous white sword beam emerged from the ground behind him and pierced his neck directly from back to front. He

was really arrogant and thought that the disciples from other states were useless ants. When facing him, they didn't even use the spiritual shield.

If there was a spiritual shield, he would have to spend a little effort.

The sword flashed, and blood spurted out from the wound.

He covered his throat in disbelief and opened his mouth to say something, but Ming Fanxing would not give him this opportunity.

With a smile on his face, he pointed casually, and the other two sword beams dealt him a fatal blow, killing him.

The first wound was only a serious injury but not fatal, but he couldn't speak because of the wound on his throat, so he couldn't admit defeat.

In this way, he could only watch himself die in Ming Fanxing's hands.

Originally, because there were disciples from the Imperial City, everyone was still interested in watching how this unknown country boy died.

As a result, no one expected that things would develop like this.

Not only did this person not die, he also casually killed his opponent, the disciple from the Imperial City, and the whole time was less than ten breaths!

Everyone looked at him with a changed look.

Even some city lords who had a good relationship with him were discussing it.

"Who is this boy? He looks quite powerful. Why haven't I heard of him before?"

"He is from Jinzhou City. Look at Jin Nantian's smiling face. It seems that he thinks highly of this boy."

"Humph, it's just a sneak attack."

"Don't say that. Only the one who survives is the winner. Who cares whether it's a sneak attack or not?"