Chapter 1792 The Ghost Sword Comes on Stage

Under the disbelieving gazes of everyone, Mu Qianxi walked onto the first level of the competition arena with great ease.

Wang Xiong glanced at Mu Qianxi with disdain and said: "As soon as the competition stage of the Star League Tower comes up, you are not allowed to admit defeat without fighting. However, I am very happy to win ten consecutive victories today, so I will treat you like this." Women should be merciful, you'd better be wiser."

Mu Qianxi was very indifferent. She raised her eyes and glanced at her and said, "I'm sorry to tell you that it's impossible for you to win ten consecutive games today."

Everyone looked at Mu Qianxi in shock. This purple-clothed woman had a stunning appearance, eyes like stars, skin like gelatin, calm and indifferent yet with an aura of nobility, like a genius cultivated by a powerful sect.

It seems that such people are not as calm and restrained as they imagined, but as unruly and arrogant as the wind.

"What did you say? Say it again?" Mu Qianxi refused to give him face in public. Wang Xiong frowned. With this angry look, a weak-tempered little girl would be frightened to tears by him.

Mu Qianxi said: "I don't want to waste time, let's get started!"

The host was ready to officially announce the start of Wang Xiong's tenth game.

Wang Xiong's spiritual power was unleashed and his momentum was overwhelming. He said angrily: "I originally wanted to be merciful, but you are so ignorant. It seems I can't do it without leaving a few bloody wounds on your body."

With a wave of his hand, a sword as tall as Wang Xiong appeared.

If you were cut by this big knife and got a bloody wound, how scary the wound would be!

"Wang Xiong is serious, what a pity." Ru Ru said regretfully.

Wang Xiong moved, like a tiger coming out of the mountain, unstoppable, and the big sword swept over with the weight of a thousand mountains.

Seeing that Mu Qianxi's blood was about to splatter on the spot, some people couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Those who were staring at the competition stage noticed that Mu Qianxi had disappeared.

"Disappeared, what kind of magical skill is this?"

r> "Wind elemental spiritual master, this little girl is a wind elemental spiritual master."

"How powerful is a wind elemental spiritual master with such a fast speed! Peak spiritual emperor? Wang Xiong is going to be in trouble."

Mu Qianxi disappeared so fast that they didn't realize how strong Mu Qianxi was.

The host knew Mu Qianxi's strength. He scanned the information for entering the Star Arena test. How could this be the strength that a peak spiritual emperor should have?

The seventh level spiritual emperor is so perverted, damn it!

The attack target suddenly disappeared in front of him. Wang Xiong was shocked. He finally understood that he had underestimated his opponent.

But when he reacted, a cold jade fan was pressed against his neck.

Veins were pulsing in his hands, and he held his big knife tightly but did not dare to move.

It all happened so fast, the outcome was decided in almost ten breaths.

Wang Xiong stared at the girl in front of him with wide eyes, his dark eyes filled with an icy coldness.

Mu Qianxi said coldly: "Well! You can't do it if you want to leave a bloody wound on my body, but I can let you try?"

"Wind-controlling soul lock!"

In an instant, Wang Xiong felt cold all over, and the wind elements around him were rioting crazily.

"ah!"

Wang Xiong shouted in pain. In the blink of an eye, countless wind blades had left countless bone-deep wounds on his body. He fell to the ground stiffly and covered in blood.

At this time, the purple figure was far away from him, and there was no blood on it.

"So fast

Speed, what a powerful spiritual skill. "

"She...she is just a seventh-level spiritual emperor! This is incredible."

"It's the seventh level, it's really the seventh level!"

Mu Qianxi's strength scared everyone. .??.??

At this time, the faces of the people at the challenge table were also a little bad. They sighed: "Wang Xiong is already very strong, and now there is such a monster on the first floor. We are in big trouble."

"She really can't be judged by her appearance. Fighting across levels is very easy for her, and she is also a wind elemental spiritual master who is good at speed."

"..."

Wang Xiong was taken away for treatment, and the host announced: "Mu Chenxi wins this match."

Only those present knew that the girl who killed Wang Xiong instantly with one move was named Mu Chenxi.

Mu Qianxi did not choose to leave the field to rest, but continued on the competition stage: "I will continue to challenge, who will challenge me."

Everyone in the competition seats was silent. Even Wang Xiong was no match for them. Naturally, no one dared to challenge.

At this time, a man with a black face rushed up and said, "I, Xiong Cheng, will come to meet you."

Xiong Cheng rarely wins three consecutive games because he loves to challenge those who are stronger than him. He has failed many times, but he has failed repeatedly.

When the competition started, everyone thought that Mu Qianxi would use her speed advantage to deal with Xiong Cheng, who had a strength advantage, because with the speed she showed in the last game, Xiong Cheng couldn't catch up with her at all.

But Mu Qianxi did not do this. Instead, she fought with Xiong Cheng in a very rude and simple way.

"Wind-controlling soul lock!"

"Domineering Heavenly Fist!"

"Boom!"

Xiong Cheng was very tenacious, but he only lasted three moves under Mu Qianxi.

"This wind elemental skill is too powerful.

Xiong Cheng was also a seventh-level spiritual emperor and was completely suppressed by that spiritual skill. "

"It must be a very advanced spiritual skill. It makes it extremely easy for Mu Chenxi to leapfrog challenges. It seems that it is impossible for someone one level higher than her to defeat her, unless someone has also practiced such an advanced spiritual skill."

"I've watched so many competitions, but no one on the first level has such a magical skill!"

Mu Qianxi won her second consecutive victory and continued to rest. The two consecutive competitions did not consume too much spiritual power.

Mu Qianxi continued to challenge, and some people began to accept the challenge. Then Mu Qianxi won four consecutive victories, five consecutive victories, seven consecutive victories...

Someone muttered, "Today, she wants to finish ten consecutive victories and go to the second level."

"That must be the case."

Mu Qianxi reached her ninth consecutive victory when a cold-faced man appeared in the competition seat.

"That person seems to be Qingxuan! In the nine competitions, each one was an instant kill with one sword. His sword was ridiculously fast!"

"I heard that he had something to do so he left after ten games. I didn't expect that today would be such a coincidence."

"It seems that Qingxuan is about to face off against Mu Chenxi. This will be exciting."

As expected, Qingxuan really stepped forward to challenge.

Qingxuan said expressionlessly: "I heard that you are very fast. I am very curious whether it is your speed or my ghost sword that is faster."

Mu Qianxi said: "Of course it's me!"

At the beginning of the competition, Qingxuan drew his sword. His sword was fast and strange, and it wrapped around Mu Qianxi like a ghost.

"Ghost Soul Seizing!"

When the sword light was approaching, the purple figure disappeared like a ghost.

over there! A cold light flashed in Qingxuan's eyes, and he caught Mu Qianxi's figure and struck out with his sword again.

"Ghosts chase ghosts!"