Chapter 1285 Nine Yang Wuwang Finger

"Li Mubai, I have some experience after the last battle. Is there a chance to fight again?" Bian Jun looked at Li Mubai with a somewhat cold look. The meaning of this sentence was already very clear. He was not afraid of Li Mubai.

Everyone looked at Li Mubai, but saw that the latter glanced at Bian Jun lightly and said, "No chance."

No chance, four simple words, a very straightforward rejection.

Bian Jun's face suddenly turned cold, and he said, "Do you despise me?"

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

"If that person beats you, will you not fight a second time?" Bian Jun said again.

"I have never met such a person who has never lost." Li Mubai spoke lightly, and he only saw his eyebrows slightly raised, looking in a direction in the distance, and muttered to himself, "Maybe after he comes out, there may be some changes."

The whole audience was silent. Li Mubai's words were so strong that people could not refute them, and the person he was talking about was naturally the eldest prince.

Bian Jun also fell silent. Li Mubai was unwilling to make another move, and he could not force the other party.

At this time, Mu Ziyin came to the martial arts stage, stood with his hands behind his back, his thin lips were as sharp as a knife, and his eyes seemed to reveal a bit of evil light, which made people want to look at him.

"Who is coming to fight?" Mu Ziyin said, his voice was full of magnetism and tenderness, which made the hearts of countless young women present beat fast. The admiration in their beautiful eyes was almost unstoppable. People all say that heroes are hard to resist beauties, but if a beauty meets a peerless man, she will be lost.

"I'll go!" At this time, a voice with majesty came out, and a figure strode out from the direction of the Holy Dragon Legion. He stood straight, his eyes were deep and 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 walking out, their eyes suddenly showed a look of realization. They actually forgot about this person. He is also a ruthless person!

"Wu Song." Qin Xuan repeated the name in his mouth. At this time, the Third Prince of Long introduced: "Wu Song is the commander of the Holy Dragon Corps. It is said that his strength is several points stronger than Bo Kao who played in the second game. He is known as the son of the God of Killing and is good at killing. Even the people of the Holy Dragon Corps dare not get too close to him."

"Killing?" Qin Xuan's eyes showed a trace of surprise, and he looked at Wu Song again. Sure enough, he felt a hint of killing intent from the latter, which seemed to be deliberately suppressed by him and not completely released.

Wu Song came not far from Mu Ziyin, looked at Mu Ziyin indifferently, and said: "There should be a duel between you and me, let's set it today."

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

"I really want to see if my way of killing can break your Nine Yang Wuwang Finger." Wu Song said again, and then his aura bloomed wildly, and the spiritual energy in the surrounding heaven and earth began to riot. Wisps of invisible air flow flowed around his body. His breath became colder and his eyes became more terrifying, like a killing god.

"Since ancient times, evil has never triumphed over good. How can the way of killing be compared with my Nine Yang Wuwang Finger?" Mu Ziyin's voice was unparalleled and arrogant, revealing an unparalleled demeanor.

I saw his body soar into the air, his palm trembled slightly, and a spiritual sword gathered in the void. In an instant, countless spiritual energy trembled like sword energy, making a buzzing sword chant, shaking the world.

"Kill!"

A cold voice came out of Wu Song's mouth, his aura roared, and he shot forward with a long sword in his hand. Endless and terrifying airflow merged into a huge long sword phantom, breaking through the space from top to bottom with an extremely domineering attitude.

A terrifying sword rule suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. The long sword slashed down, splitting the space in two. A narrow and hideous crack appeared and continued to expand.

The expressions of countless people changed at this moment, their eyes were terrified, such a terrible power, they only felt that the long sword was not slashing towards the space, but slashing towards them.

"Being able to integrate his own killing intent with the sword rule to this point, this person can be said to have an extraordinary ability." Li Mubai commented lightly, as if praising Wu Song.

Many people looked at him in a strange way. Li Mubai was known as the Sword Immortal. His understanding of the sword was unmatched by his peers. Even some old men who had practiced for much longer than him could not beat him in the sword. It seemed that Wu Song's use of the sword resonated with Li Mubai.

However, Mu Ziyin was not an ordinary person. If it were someone else, it would be difficult for him to survive under this sword, but Mu Ziyin was not one of them.

Mu Ziyin was as fast as the wind, staring at the approaching narrow and long sword shadow with extremely sharp eyes. He raised his hand and pointed a finger. A sword chant resounded through the void. The spiritual sword was wrapped in an amazing sword power and shot out. It seemed that a light path appeared in the space, like a long rainbow passing by, extremely brilliant and gorgeous.

Countless people looked into the void, their expressions were a little dull. This sword was too amazing, as if it was going to break through the world.

The sword energy and the knife shadow collided fiercely, and a loud noise broke out in the space. The sword light and the knife light in the sky complemented each other, faintly covering the brilliance of the world. The sword energy gradually broke apart, and the knife shadow continued to move forward, with the same momentum.

"If you don't use the Wuwang Finger, you are not my opponent at all." Wu Song looked at Mu Ziyin coldly. He longed for a battle of the same level, not like now, he felt a little ashamed.

Mu Ziyin's face remained calm as before, and he said, "Since you insist on doing this, don't blame me."

"I am very happy to do so."

Mu Ziyin's eyes became more and more sharp, and the spiritual energy flowed into his palms. His fingers became extremely crystal clear at this time, and his fingertips seemed to contain extremely terrible power, like the most powerful and sharp divine weapon in the world, which could destroy everything.

"Wuwang Finger!" Many people exclaimed. Mu Ziyin's most powerful magical attack was the Nine Yang Wuwang Finger, which was extremely strong and yang, and extremely destructive. Even some monsters that specialized in cultivating the body could not withstand the power of his finger.

A few sounds of breaking through the air came out, and everyone saw Mu Ziyin's five fingers dancing, and then five terrifying rays of light came out to kill. It seemed that five huge fingers appeared in the void, piercing through the space and shooting directly at the killing knife shadow.

"Bang!"

The finger light was so fast that before everyone could react, the five huge fingers slammed down, like a huge hand in the sky holding the knife shadow. Everyone's heart was shaken, as if the big hand was holding their heart.

There was a sound of "crackling", the knife shadow trembled violently, and the rolling killing intent raged violently, trying to break the restraint of the big hand. Mu Ziyin's mind moved, and the light of rules flowed on the big hand. A wave of extreme destructive power rushed into the knife shadow violently, destroying everything.

The crowd was shocked, and saw the fingers blooming with brilliant light, and the knife shadow continued to break and decompose, unable to withstand the power.

"This power is too overbearing, it can't be resisted at all!" Many people were shocked. Mu Ziyin looked gentle and elegant, like a scholar, but he was merciless when he took action.

Wu Song stared at the big hand, and felt extremely shocked. Is Wuwangzhi really invincible?

"No, I don't believe it!" Wu Song shouted in his heart. His eyes became extremely cold, and his figure began to blur, making it difficult to see his trace. Invisible air currents surged in the void, and terrible knife lights raged from different directions, crossing and crisscrossing, faintly trapping Mu Ziyin in it, with no way out.

Mu Ziyin looked around at the knife lights coming from all directions, his expression was normal, the rules of wind wrapped around his body, and he exuded a strange glow. Then he saw countless phantoms split from his body, all of which looked the same, all of them were Mu Ziyin, making it difficult to tell the real from the fake.

"The art of clones!" Qin Xuan showed a hint of surprise in his eyes. He had used the art of clones before, but it was released at an extreme speed, but he didn't know whether the one Mu Ziyin used was the same as his.

At this moment, countless figures of Mu Ziyin were standing in various directions in the void, and pointed forward at the same time. In an instant, a series of brilliant and boundless finger lights burst out, and the whole space was filled with dazzling light, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

The destructive power raged between heaven and earth, and the amazing martial arts will collided with the void. That space was annihilated by the light at this time, making it difficult to see the scene inside.

At this moment, everyone held their breath and stared at that space. After this attack, the final result would be known.

Even the Dragon Lord looked in that direction, his eyes seemed a little solemn. He had heard of Mu Ziyin a long time ago, and Wu Song was the commander of the Holy Dragon Legion, so he was relatively familiar with him. Both of them had outstanding talents, but unfortunately they met each other and could only choose one. If not, both of them would be qualified to enter the forty-nine people separately.

It was destined that one person would be eliminated, and the Dragon Lord felt a little regretful.

Gradually, the airflow in that space became smooth, and two clear figures appeared in the crowd's sight.

Wu Song's body was still straight, standing there proudly like a long sword, revealing a peerless sharpness, but if you look closely, you will find that his face is a little pale, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, as if he was injured.

"You won." Wu Song stared at Mu Ziyin and said.

"Thank you." Mu Ziyin bowed slightly.

"There is nothing to thank you for. I have tried my best, but I still can't beat you, which proves that I am not as good as you." Wu Song said with a firm look. He is such a person. If he loses, he loses. He will not accept the comfort of others, nor will he make excuses for himself.

Then Wu Song turned around and bowed in the direction of the Dragon Lord, saying, "Please announce the final result, Dragon Lord."

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

After these words fell, countless people's eyes flashed with deep meaning, and their hearts inevitably aroused a little. Who would have thought that the final battle would be a duel between the two geniuses of the Senluo Legion and the Holy Dragon Legion, and the final saint would be the Senluo Legion.

This battle not only once again proved the extraordinaryness of Mu Ziyin, but also the Senluo Legion defeated the Holy Dragon Legion, which was known as the first legion, in a head-on confrontation. It was of great significance.