Chapter 1285

"Li mubai, I had another experience after the first World War. Do you have a chance to fight again?" Bian Jun looked coldly at Li mubai. The meaning of this sentence was obvious. He was not afraid of Li mubai.

The people looked at Li mubai, but they saw that the latter glanced at Bian Jun lightly and said, "there is no chance."

There is no chance. In four simple words, the refusal is very simple.

Bian Jun's face was suddenly cold and said, "you despise me?"

"No." Li mubai shook his head and said, "it's just that I will never fight with the same person for the second time, not just against you."

"If that man wins you, he won't fight the second game?" Bian Jun added.

"I haven't met such a person yet." Li mubai opened his mouth faintly, and saw his eyebrows pick up slightly. He looked at a direction in the distance and said to himself, "maybe some changes may happen after he comes out."

The whole audience was quiet. Li mubai's words were strong and irrefutable, and the man in his mouth was naturally the eldest prince.

Bian Jun was also silent. Li mubai didn't want to do it again, and he couldn't force each other.

At this time, Mu Ziyin came to the martial arts platform and stood with his hands on his back. His thin lips were cut like a knife. His eyes seemed to show some evil charm, which made people want to look at him.

"Who will fight?" Mu Ziyin said, his voice was full of magnetism and incomparable tenderness, which made the hearts of countless young women beating. The love in the beautiful eyes could hardly be contained. The world said that the hero was sad about the beauty pass. However, if the beauty met a peerless man, she would be lost.

"I'll go!" At this time, a voice with dignity came out, and a figure strode out in the direction of the holy dragon Legion. His body stood straight, his eyes were deep and incomparable, his face was cold, and his whole body seemed to be filled with a cold meaning, which made people dare not approach easily.

"Wu Song, it turns out that he has been waiting for mu Ziyin!" When the crowd saw the figure coming out, their eyes suddenly showed a sudden color. They even forgot this person. This is also a cruel man!

"Wu Song." Qin Xuan repeated the name in his mouth. At this time, the Third Prince of the Dragon introduced: "Wu Song is the commander of the holy dragon army. It is said that his strength is several points stronger than that of BOCAO in the second battle. He is known as the son of God of killing and is good at killing. Even the people of the holy dragon army dare not get too close to him."

"The way of killing?" Qin Xuan's eyes showed a look of surprise, and then looked at Wu Song. Sure enough, he felt a trace of killing intention on the latter, which seemed to be deliberately suppressed by him and not completely released.

Wu Song came to muziyin not far away, looked at muziyin indifferently and said, "there should be a duel between you and me, so it's today."

"Very good." Mu Ziyin smiled smartly and didn't seem to care at all.

"I'd like to see if my way of killing can break your Nine Yang nonsense finger." Wu Song said again. After talking, his breath bloomed wildly, and the aura between the surrounding heaven and earth began to riot. Strands of invisible air flow flowed around his body. His breath was colder and his eyes were more terrible, just like a murderous figure.

"Since ancient times, evil is more than right. How can the way of killing be compared with my Jiuyang Wuwei finger." Mu Ziyin's voice is unparalleled and arrogant, revealing an unparalleled demeanor.

His body soared into the air, his palm trembled slightly, and a long sword of aura gathered in the void. In an instant, countless auras trembled like sword Qi, sending out a buzzing sound of sword, shaking the world.

"Kill!"

A cold voice came out of Wu Song's mouth. His breath roared and shot forward with a long knife. The endless terrible air flow fused into a huge virtual shadow of the long knife, breaking the space with an extremely overbearing attitude from top to bottom.

A terrible rule of Dao was born between heaven and earth. The long Dao fell and divided the space into two. A long, narrow and ferocious crack appeared and expanded continuously.

Countless people's looks changed at this moment. Their eyes were frightened and terrible. They only felt that the long knife was not cutting into space, but towards them.

"He can integrate his own killing intention and the rules of the sword into this step. He can be said to be superior." Li mubai commented faintly, as if praising Wu Song.

Many people's eyes show different colors. Li mubai is known as the Sword Fairy, and his understanding of Kendo is unmatched by his peers. Even some elders who have been practicing for far more years can't surpass him in kendo. It seems that Wu Song's use of Dao has resonated with Li mubai.

However, muziyin is not an ordinary person. It is difficult for others to survive under this knife, but muziyin is not included.

Mu Ziyin was as sharp as the wind and stared at the approaching narrow and long knife shadow. He raised his hand and pointed out. A sword chant rang through the void. The aura long sword was shot out with an amazing sword power. It seemed that there was a light path in the space, which was as brilliant as a rainbow.

Countless people looked at the void and looked a little dull. This sword was so amazing that it seemed to break through the world.

The sword Qi and the shadow of the knife collided fiercely, and a loud noise broke out in the space. The light of the sword and the light of the knife reflected each other, obscuring the brilliance of heaven and earth. I saw that the sword Qi was gradually broken, and the shadow of the knife continued to move forward. The momentum was still strong.

"You are not my opponent at all without using false fingers." Wu Song looked coldly at muziyin. He longed for a battle of the same level, not like now. He felt a little ashamed.

Mu Ziyin's face was still as calm as before, and said, "since you insist, don't blame me."

"With pleasure."

Muziyin's eyes became sharper and sharper, and his aura flowed into his palm. At this time, his fingers became extremely crystal. His fingertips seemed to contain extremely terrible power, just like the most powerful and sharp weapon in the world, which could destroy everything.

"No nonsense!" Many people cried out in surprise. The most powerful magic attack of muziyin was Jiuyang Wuwei's finger. When he reached the sun, he was very destructive. Even some monsters specializing in body cultivation could not carry the power of his finger.

Several sounds broke through the air. People saw the five fingers of shepherd Yin dancing, and then five terrible lights came out. It seemed that five huge fingers appeared in the void, penetrating the space and shooting directly at the shadow of the killing knife.

"Bang!"

The speed of the finger light was so fast that before the people reacted, the five huge fingers smashed down, like a big hand holding the knife shadow, and the hearts of the people shook violently, as if the big hand was holding their hearts.

Just listening to a click sound, the knife shadow trembled violently, and the rolling murderous intention raged out violently. To break the shackles of the big hand, the shepherd Yin thought a move, the light of rules on the big hand flowed, and the ultimate destructive force rushed into the knife shadow and destroyed everything.

The crowd's eyes were shocked. They saw the bright brilliance of their fingers, and the shadow of the knife was constantly broken and broken down. They couldn't bear the power.

"This power is too overbearing to resist!" Many people were shocked and inexplicable. Mu Ziyin looked gentle and elegant, just like a scholar. However, he was merciless when he started.

Wu Song stared at the big hand. He only felt incomparably shocked in his heart. Is it really invincible?

"No, I don't believe it!" Wu Song shouted in his heart. His eyes became very cold, and his figure began to become blurred. People couldn't see his trace clearly. The invisible air flow surged in the void. Terrible knife lights raged out from different directions, crossing and crossing. He faintly trapped the shepherd Yin in it, and there was no way back.

Mu Ziyin looked around at the knife light killed around him. He looked as usual. The rules of the wind wrapped his body, and his body sent out a strange radiance. Then he saw countless virtual shadows differentiated from his body. They all had the same appearance. All of them were Mu Ziyin, which made people unable to distinguish between true and false.

"The art of separation!" Qin Xuan's eyes showed a look of surprise. He had used the skill of separation before, but it was released at the extreme speed, but I don't know whether Mu Ziyin's skill is the same as him.

At this time, countless figures of Taoist shepherd Zi Yin separated in all directions in the void, and pointed forward at the same time. In an instant, a bright and boundless finger light burst out, and the whole space was full of dazzling light, which was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

The destructive power rages between heaven and earth, and the amazing martial will collides in the void. At this time, the space is annihilated by the light, which makes people unable to see the scene inside.

At the moment, everyone held their breath and stared at the space. After this blow, the final result can be known.

Even the Dragon Lord looked in that direction, and his eyes seemed dignified. Muziyin had heard of it for a long time, while Wu Song was the commander of the holy dragon army. He was relatively familiar with it. Both of them had outstanding talents. Unfortunately, they met and could only choose one of two. If not, both of them were qualified to enter the 49 people when they were separated.

One person is destined to be eliminated. The Dragon Lord feels a little sorry.

Gradually, the air flow in that space became gentle, and two clear figures appeared in the sight of the crowd.

Wu Song's body is still straight, standing proudly there like a long knife, with a peerless edge. However, if you observe carefully, you will find that his face is a little pale, and there is a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, which seems to be hurt.

"You won." Wu Song stared at Muzi Yin Dao.

"Accept." Mu Ziyin bowed his hand slightly.

"There's nothing to accept. I've done my best and still can't beat you, which proves that I'm not as good as you." Wu Song's eyes were firm. He was such a person. If he lost, he would lose. He did not accept the comfort of others and would not make excuses for himself.

Then Wu Song turned and bowed in the direction of the Dragon Lord: "please announce the final result."

The Dragon Lord nodded slightly and said, "the last place is the shepherd Yin of Senluo Legion."

When this remark fell, countless people's eyes flashed a deep meaning, and a trace of waves inevitably appeared in their hearts. Who could have thought that the last war would be the duel between the two genius figures of senro Legion and holy dragon legion, and the final saint is senro Legion.

This battle not only proved once again the extraordinary of muziyin, but also the victory of Senluo Legion over the holy dragon Legion known as the first Legion in the frontal confrontation, which is of great significance.