"What are you talking about?"

Smoked son eyebrow a pick, cold way.

As long as you are a man with clear eyes, you can see that Mu Yu's strength is far stronger than that of Hunyuan. What does it have to do with luck.

Mu Yu stepped down from the competition platform.

After nodding to Xu xuan'er, he sat on the ground with his knees crossed and closed his eyes.

Other people's fighting, to be honest, he has little interest.

Next, the other seven sets of duels also began one after another.

Xu xuan'er is lucky to meet a weaker opponent.

After a hundred moves of the two men's war, Xu Xuaner finally caught a flaw in her opponent and shot him down.

Fierce God son is very relaxed, just one move, will defeat the opponent.

The second round of competition begins.

Mu Yu's opponent is Gu Ming, the pride of the ancient people.

"You finally meet brother Gu Ming, and your luck will end here."

Gu Caiyi felt a little happy. Gu Ming once instructed her to practice.

She has always been the most admired person in her heart. In her mind, she is invincible.

"Your strength is very strong, but when you meet me, Gu Ming, you are very unfortunate."

Gu Ming is obviously a proud man. He is not at all hospitable when he comes up.

"Oh." Mu Yu coldly replied: "you'd better wait until you defeat me to avoid being swollen."

"It's normal for you to be unconvinced now."

Gu Ming put his sword on the ground, and his whole body stood on the handle of the sword. He looked very windy, and his eyes in the audience were starry.

He continued: "every opponent of mine, like you, was very dissatisfied with me at the beginning, but no one has the courage to fight with me again."

Mu Yu didn't speak any more. No matter how much he said, it's useless for him to keep pretending.

The only way to deal with them is to beat them with strength.

Seeing that Mu Yu is silent, Gu Ming is a little proud. He subconsciously thinks that Mu Yu is afraid of him.

He jumped down from the hilt, pulled up the sword, held it in his hand, went to Mu Yu and said, "I can give you a chance to admit defeat."

"Otherwise, after the competition starts, I won't be lenient."

"Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

Mu Yu didn't want to talk to him anymore. With a quick move, the crack empty sword appeared in his hand.

He mobilized his spiritual power and directly struck Gu Ming's body.

Crack empty sword is Epee!

The Epee has no edge! But it's powerful!

It's like a stroke from the gods.

There was a roaring noise in the air, like thunder on the ground.

Such a sudden attack caught Gu Ming by surprise.

Panic, he raised his sword, struggling to resist.

Click!

A crisp sound.

The sword in his hand was directly broken in two, and the mouth of the tiger was shaken open, with blood flowing.

The whole body was hammered under the floor like a nail.

Only the upper half is exposed in the air.

"You're sneaking!"

Gu Ming's face was full of anger, and he gnashed his teeth at Mu Yu.

Mu Yu was too lazy to talk to him. He directly kicked him up and kicked him under the chin.

He was kicked from the ground to the air, and then fell to the ground.

His bones seemed to fall apart. He couldn't stand up and lost his fighting power.