The competition is in the form of an arena, and no one is allowed to stop regardless of life or death.
The mustache inspired powerful soul power, and the purple-gold color spread five meters away. The intensity reached the peak of the twelfth-level hunter, and two short guns were drawn out from the back. First, they pressed on Wang Mo, hoping to strike first.
"That's it..." Wang Mo looked at the black soul power all over Mustache's body and spoke without hesitation. He drew out the Sword of Truth from his back and faced Mustache directly.
"Boom..." With one blow, Mustache turned into a plane and was knocked back more than ten meters before falling to the ground.
"If you only have level 12 abilities, why not surrender now!" Wang Mo held the Sword of Truth in his hand and coldly persuaded Mustache, who was slowly getting up. "As long as you tell me something, I will intercede with the Prime Minister on your behalf. .”
"You are so arrogant, you think you will win!" Mustache stood up and looked at Wang Mo strangely, as if he was a corpse. He took out a black pill from his arms and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
"What?" Wang Mo frowned at what was happening in front of him and felt that the pill was very evil.
After taking the mustache pill, he immediately reacted, and his soul power increased rapidly, reaching the thirteenth level, which was much more powerful than Wang Mo. However, the body shape has also undergone a huge change, from a well-proportioned figure to a skeleton, and the beating of the heart can be clearly seen.
"It's eating away your vitality, and your death is right in front of you." Wang Mo directly revealed the state of Mustache and looked at Jiang Ziya and Huang Feihu worriedly, but the two of them were completely indifferent, presumably as the other party expected.
"Bang!" Mustache threw away his two-handed short gun, took out a handful of thin black iron sand from his arms, and threw it into the air. The sand began to revolve around him.
"Soul-eating gust of wind!"
The mustache started to attack like a mad dog, and the black veil around him blew a super strong wind. The air screamed in pain, and a whole layer of skin was lifted off the ground. It didn't take a second to swallow Wang Mo, and there was no sound of fighting at all.
"Prime Minister..." Huang Feihu asked Jiang Ziya softly. The other party remained focused and suddenly turned to look at the open space on the other side. Huang Feihu also looked over.
"Like Qiankun!"
A golden mirror suddenly appeared, and Wang Mo appeared under the mirror without any scars on his body. The Sword of Truth has disappeared, and the advanced form of the Divine Comedy Sword and Armor has been released. The purple-gold soul power spread ten meters away, giving it a sacred feeling.
"A magical skill, just for escaping!" Huang Feihu was very envious of this skill and thought it was very magical.
"Do you feel any difference in Wang Mo?" Jiang Ziya looked at Wang Mo and asked Huang Feihu a little doubtfully. The latter shook his head without any special feeling.
"One sword of heaven and earth!"
The Divine Comedy sword flew in the air and transformed into many forms in the air. One divided into two, two divided into three, and three long swords surrounded Mustache.
"Golden Mirror Imprisonment!"
Wang Mo used his hand again, and ten mirrors emerged, connected with each other by golden light, trapping the mustache firmly in the center.
"You only have one chance, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately." Wang Mo was still trying to persuade, but the mustache just kept rolling, rolling the black sand around him, trying to conflict with the golden imprisonment.
It looks like a drum washing machine, with black sand rolling inside the golden barrier, trying to break through the enclosed space. But the gold shows no sign of wavering, and the black sand is just doing its job in vain.
"Cut..." Wang Mo didn't wait for a reply. He swung three long swords with one hand and slashed them down in the air. Three intersecting sword marks divided the black sand mass.
"boom……"
A violent explosion occurred within the confinement, and the black sand ball turned into a bag of explosives. The shock wave of the explosion caused the confinement to loosen, and several large cracks filled the walls.
"Repair!" Wang Mo said a word, and with a burst of majestic soul power, the prison was restored to its original state!
After the smoke and dust from the explosion cleared, Mustache was still safe and sound in his confinement. It's just that his eyes are a little dull, not like a living person, and he can't feel any feeling of life.
"Dead?" Wang Mo looked at Mustache in confusion and did not dare to open the prison. Once again, he made the right choice. Suddenly the mustache turned black and used his hands as weapons, instantly tearing through the imprisoned defense!
The mustache is like a black monkey, jumping up and down on the ground. He looked at everyone around him fiercely, avoiding Jiang Ziya and Huang Feihu, and once again focused on the nearest Wang Mo. With a shrill howl, he jumped directly into the sky and dived towards Wang Mo.
Wang Mo hurriedly contacted the confinement to recall the Divine Comedy sword, and the three divided long swords were placed above his head. The blackened mustache was lying just on the blade of the sword. Although it blocked the attack, the blade made a crisp sound as if it was about to break. Before he had time to change his moves, Mustache's attacks came one after another like a waterfall, without any pause at all.
"Dangdang..." Mustache was able to stay in mid-air, like a blacksmith, just trying to smash three long swords.
"Three points divide into ten..." Wang Mo's soul power surged, and the three long swords divided into ten pieces again. The extra seven immediately attacked and drove the mustache away from his head.
"Should you consider terminating the competition? There is obviously something wrong with the mustache..." Huang Feihu suggested to Jiang Ziya, "I will take action to end this mustache, and the innocent people will be affected."
"Wang Mo didn't use all his strength at all. Let's take another look!" Jiang Ziya was so cultivated that he was probably at the level of an immortal. He could see through the two people's background at a glance.
Qiankun Yijian has transformed into ten long swords, but they still cannot withstand Mustache's attack. It can only be in passive defense, with no possibility of attack.
"Tear..." Black Mustache unexpectedly grabbed a long sword and crushed it to pieces with both hands. This became the beginning of tearing apart the swords one by one with their bare hands.
"Mirror image of the universe - the world of ten thousand swords."
Wang Mo quickly increased his soul power, reaching 300 standard units. Forty-nine golden mirrors emerged, and a golden fantasy enveloped the two of them. You can't see what's going on inside, and you can't even hear the sound. You can only see unrelated illusions.
"What's going on..." Huang Feihu blinked, unable to see what was going on inside, and glanced at Jiang Ziya next to him.
"He turned out to be..." Jiang Ziya muttered to himself in confusion. After hearing Huang Feihu's question, he fired a white light into the illusion. The mysterious golden illusion becomes transparent and everything within becomes clearly visible.
Within the illusion, warriors in golden armor were holding golden swords and were constantly attacking the black mustache. Although the golden-armored warriors continued to fall, new ones continued to appear, always maintaining a number of forty-nine. The long sword in the sky is like a heavy rain, and it is also constantly attacking Mustache.
"Mustache's current cultivation level should be higher than that of Wang Mo, but he is about to fail!" Although Huang Feihu is not a cultivator, his ability is absolutely strong, and he can tell the outcome of the two at a glance.
"Restraint..." Wang Mo found an opportunity. Forty-nine golden-armored warriors turned into forty-nine ropes to restrain the grumpy mustache. The sword array in the sky is still rotating to prevent Mustache from making any unusual movements.
"Scattered..." Wang Mo removed the illusion and walked to the blackened mustache, "Can you tell me the location of the Son of Darkness now?"
"Thank you for thinking about me so much..." Mustache suddenly spoke, but his voice was that of the Son of Darkness. "I want to give you a big gift here, accept my gift!"
The blackened mustache began to stop struggling, but began to emit a large amount of black mist, like a large chimney. Black smoke floated around and when the spectators came into contact, they all immediately turned into blackened monsters. These guys started to attack, and their targets were not limited to Wang Mo. They even went crazy to kill Jiang Ziya and Huang Feihu.
"Prime Minister, it's as expected." Huang Feihu stood in front of Jiang Ziya, drew out his long sword, and released a huge and terrifying soul power. The color of the soul power was pure white, and he had the cultivation level of a saint or above. .
Wang Mo was baffled by the sudden battle, but when he saw Mustache's true form exposed, his expression was quite painful. Immediately realized a problem, Mustache was waking up and dying.
"How did you come into contact with the Son of Darkness? Tell me quickly..." Wang Mo seized the time and wanted to know the whole story. But after repeating it three times in a row, the other party had no ability to answer at all.
"Confinement, purification, vitality..." Wang Mo instantly completed three thirteenth-level high-end formations, hoping to alleviate Mustache's death.
The extent of the black mist emission has been alleviated, but it is only alleviated but not completely prevented. At this time, the black thugs surrounding him also rushed forward, wanting to kill Wang Mo who was busy.
"Don't make trouble..." Wang Mo swiped with one hand, and the Divine Comedy sword directly defended against the enemy. He was still focused on saving Mustache, which was not only a human life, but also related to the whereabouts of the Son of Darkness.
"Let me die..." Mustache said, but he also wanted to die. It was too painful for him now.
"It's not possible to use strong medicine!" Wang Mo was really like a dead horse, and he drew ten complicated formation circuits in a row, and threw them all on Mustache. These formations are all elimination or purification formations, and there are also several recovery formations. If one of them fails, then there will be a trap.
"boom……"
There was an explosion between the formations, and more than a dozen formations turned into a pot of porridge, repelling and conflicting with each other.
"Reconcile..." Wang Mo tried to reconcile the conflict between the formations, but the reaction became even more violent. After a huge explosion, Wang Mo knew there was nothing he could do. He simply gave up trying and could only let Mustache die.
"Rumble..."
After a burst of thunder, all the formations merged into one and turned into a purple-gold fountain. The mustache's body was covered with black mist, and was washed very clean by this fountain. And it is slowly regaining its vitality, and it seems that it has broken free from the control of the Son of Darkness.
"He is truly a man of great change and good fortune..." After Jiang Ziya saw this fountain, he had to admire Wang Mo. After several consecutive clicks, all the blackened people were immobilized. Another brilliant light shot out and entered the fountain.
The original fountain was only three meters in size. After receiving Jiang Ziya's bold light, it turned into a pool of twenty meters in diameter. All the blackened personnel were thrown inside and returned to their original appearance.
"Fountain of Recovery or Fountain of Life, you are really great!" Jiang Ziya looked at the spring water and praised Wang Mo greatly.
After Wang Mo thanked Jiang Ziya for the compliment, he also felt that this spring water formation was unexpected, but it was really amazing. It will take time for everyone to recover, and there is no news at all. We can only say goodbye and return to the military camp to wait for further news.
