The sun sets over the blue lake.
The arena in the martial arts arena seemed to be much higher than before.
Mu Qingyun stood on the east side of the ring, just in time to watch the sunset, but he still had some doubts in his heart.
Could it be that by participating in the Anbang National Competition, as Chen Yi said, she could gain experience, gain some qualifications, earn some money, and make her mother Yue Ling live a more comfortable life?
It’s not about making it through one or two rounds, it’s not about being too bad and embarrassing, it’s just about close.
Isn’t it said that the main reason for visiting Zhaocheng is to enjoy the scenery, relax and go shopping?
Chen Yi glared at Mu Luosheng menacingly in the audience, as if he wanted to summon his fellow apprentices to attack him in a group fight.
The crowd of people in the stands shouted loudly: "We must win, Zhang Qingqing must win!"
"Miss Zhang, we must win!"
According to common sense, Mu Qingyun is not easy to win.
But this battle cannot fail.
The spectators outside the venue were so excited that their faces were red and sweat was pouring down their faces.
The sun was still setting, and the lights were on in the martial arts arena.
"Qingqing."
Chen Yi hurried over and handed a note to Mu Qingyun.
The note was written by Situ Qingshuang. The handwriting was a bit sloppy, and the person who wrote it was obviously weak.
There were only a few lines of words on it, which simply said that Mu Luo was injured at the Qi gate and had consumed a lot of his energy. He might not be able to hold on for long, so don't confront him head-on for the time being. Try to delay as much time as possible to find an opportunity to win.
Mu Qingyun balled up the note and stuffed it back to Chen Yi, nodding with a smile.
She looked at Mu Luosheng quietly.
How to fight this Mu Luosheng?
Prior to this, Master Zhuo and a group of seniors had analyzed the characteristics of Mishima's wooden gate moves for them, and they had analyzed Mu Luosheng from head to toe countless times.
Everyone uses knives on the wooden door, but he is the only one who uses a sword, so his swordsmanship is very special. It has the agility of a sword and the power of a sword.
This man has abnormal physical strength and a calm mind. He will not relax when he has the upper hand, nor will he be discouraged when he is behind.
No matter whether the opponents he encounters are strong or weak, he takes them seriously.
Mu Qingyun closed his eyes and recalled every battle he had fought, but he couldn't find any flaws.
The "delay strategy" mentioned by Situ Qingshuang seems to be possible.
But would Mu Luosheng be unprepared?
How much of the injured valve and weakness he is showing now is real and how much is a symptom?
Mu Qingyun knew that the people in Muzimen had extremely abnormal resilience.
Mu Luosheng is actually good at strategy when fighting with others.
"Well."
Perhaps Mu Luosheng also thought that she would use soft moves like "Spring Feeling" to overcome hardness with softness.
When Mu Qingyun enters the ring competition, it goes without saying that when competing with ordinary opponents, whenever he competes with powerful opponents, he usually uses softness to overcome strength and defeat the enemy.
Ten minutes passed by in a flash. The referee hurriedly came on stage, looked around, grabbed the time and shouted loudly: "Start!"
Mu Qingyun's spine tensed, and his long sword flew forward, suddenly spinning out a brilliant sword flower.
The setting sun seemed to suddenly burst into more intense brilliance.
The sky seems to be getting brighter.
Mu Qingyun's sword was sharp yet light. The light of the sword seemed like thunder dancing in the sky, mysterious, dazzling, and dangerous.
"Crane Dream!"
All the warriors present who had seen Zhuo Yanfei's "Crane Dream" exclaimed in surprise.
Many people couldn't help but take a peek at Zhuo Yanfei.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Qingqing actually attacked!
This He Meng swordsmanship is both incredibly beautiful and extremely fierce and fierce!
This sword is very good, but its difficulty is very high, which is rare in the world.
Even in the Yuncheng Martial Arts School, there are only a few top masters from the past ten years who can master this set of swordsmanship.
Everyone originally suspected that perhaps after Zhuo Yanfei, "He Meng" might become extinct.
For a moment, everyone was shocked and gasped.
Mu Luosheng's eyes seemed to be confused, but his sword was still as steady as a mountain.
, shouted softly: "Okay!"
The heavy sword was swung out with his left arm, and the sword flew away with rocks. The sword seemed to be caught in a thundercloud, vibrating and trembling with a buzz, and a flush appeared on Mu Luosheng's face.
Everyone held their breath for a moment.
Mu Luosheng's sword is very fierce.
Mu Qingyun's sword is beautiful, but also very fierce.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on Zhuo Yanfei's palms.
At this moment, Mu Qingyun was wielding the sword with no regrets in every move, and refused to leave any behind.
She seemed to be dancing on the tip of a knife that could cut her in half in an instant. She was so happy and so relaxed that everyone under the ring and on the seats were broken into cold sweats.
In fact, Mu Qingyun was not relaxed at all.
Mu Luosheng was obviously injured, and she could see where his injuries were.
But even after seeing it, facing his sword, facing his eloquent attack without any signs of fatigue, Mu Qingyun was still like a boat in the stormy waves.
Even so, Mu Qingyun's sword became faster and faster, and it became more and more dazzling.
At this moment, her desire to win trumped everything else.
The body seemed to be on fire.
The system interface also seemed to be on fire, and the attribute points behind the sword skills were rising rapidly.
Mu Luosheng lowered his eyes, hitting faster and faster, and his moves became more and more fierce. Not long after, he was sweating profusely and his clothes were soaked, and he suddenly realized that he thought he was coercing the little girl in front of him with his rhythm.
But in fact, he seemed to have fallen into the opponent's rhythm.
It didn't matter before, but now, his physical strength and energy are not enough to support such a rhythm.
At this moment, Mu Luosheng suddenly had some enlightenment and couldn't help but smile: "That's okay."
Mu Luosheng narrowed his eyes, and his body suddenly paused. All the strength in his body was concentrated in one place, his knees, waist, and spine, converging on his left arm. The speed of the epee increased three times in an instant.
Final blow!
Mu Qingyun felt pressure rushing towards her face, several times stronger than before, but her thoughts were extremely clear at this moment.
It works!
With a light body, Mu Qingyun's strength suddenly spread out. With this sword wind, her sword force also spread out, like free water or spreading wind.
Mu Luosheng's expression suddenly changed, his sword fell in the air, and his body finally lost its center of gravity.
Boom!
The arena collapsed, and Mu Qingyun's sword fell from the sky amidst flying sand and rocks. Before the sword could reach him, the sword wind rushed forward, and Mu Luosheng's body fell down suddenly.
After four or five seconds of silence, the referee loudly shouted: "The winner, Yuncheng Martial Arts School, Zhang Qingqing!"
The whole place was silent.
After a while, the audience in the stands woke up - "Ahhhhhh!"
"Won!"
Cheers spread.
Countless messy things were thrown into the sky.
The warriors present knew even more how miraculous this victory was.
Mu Luo was born among the younger generation under the age of twenty-five, but he was ranked among the top thirty masters.
I’m talking about ranking the entire Sky Blue Continent.
How many young warriors are there in the Sky Blue Continent?
There are at least tens of thousands of people in the Kingdom of Light!
Zhuo Yanfei tried her best to tighten her mouth, nodded and smiled gracefully.
Hey Hey Hey.
The excitement lasted for at least twenty minutes before everyone remembered that they should greet Mu Luosheng.
Mu didn't mind. He took the medicine from his doctor and took it. He waited patiently for the doctors to gather around Mu Qingyun. After asking each one and checking their pulse, he stood up and walked over, smiling: " Miss Zhang, what kind of swordsmanship are you doing?"
Mu Qingyun also showed the air of a heavenly king, and said calmly: "The deer croaked and the flowers went away, and the crane dream came back in the rain. This sword crane dream was created by Zhuo Gong!"
Zhuo Yanfei smiled.
