The three northern sect disciples are indeed very powerful, otherwise they would not have the guts to contradict Li Ziwen. Among the three people, one had bare hands, one held a fan knife, and the remaining one had an iron wheel spinning on his finger. (Next, person A represents the bare hands, person B represents the fan knife, and person C represents the iron wheel)
Zhong Yang stood on the sidelines and glanced at the three of them, who immediately pounced on Mu Ziyun. The white feathers ascended to the sky and floated on three sides of Mu Ziyun's body. Then his body rotated and the white feathers dispersed.
The competition started within a breath. The first one to fly out was the high-gliding wheel. When it flew about a foot in front of Mu Ziyun, the shadow split into dozens of people. Person C followed him to the wheel at some unknown time and stretched out his hand. His right hand directly grasped it, and dozens of wheels scattered in all directions in an instant. What was even more frightening was that there was a figure of C following behind each wheel.
The disciples outside the field have already begun to "claim life clones". "Actually, there is only one person, but all shadows have aura. Only by finding the true body within a few breaths can we win."
The corner of Mu Ziyun's mouth moved. This trick was very fancy. It might be useful to others, but it was far less useful to him. Mu Ziyun jumped up, stepped on a white feather in front of everyone, and floated in the air with the white feather.
The experts present were deeply shocked by Mu Ziyun's move. "He didn't use martial energy." Zhong Dian said in shock on the elder's stage, "No, he must have used some means to hide his martial energy. This It is no longer the realm of Taxu." Li Ziwen was also full of doubts, but he still had confidence in Mu Ziyun.
The wind, when the body and the white feather become one, are tied to the wind. The air flow from the breath, the air vortex rising from the ground, Muzi Cloud and nature become one. It is too easy to find the direction of the wind in the shadow. What needs to be done now is to let the prey enter the trap.
Mu Ziyun twisted his toes, and the white feathers under his feet were like small boats in the sky, moving in the designated direction. Mu Ziyun closed his eyes and felt the air coming towards him. One breath, two breaths, three steps, two steps, Mu Ziyun suddenly opened his eyes and disappeared. The white feathers under his feet moved as usual, and the shadows of dozens of C people had entered the hunting net.
The remaining two white feathers in the sky faced each other. After a moment, Mu Ziyun appeared next to one of them. He held the feather body with one hand, and a striking line formed from the tip of the feather to the base of the corresponding white feather. Mu Ziyun put his thumb against his middle finger. Just play online and jump~
Bright red drops of blood spilled out from the middle of the line, and one leg fell down. Then with a pop, blood spurted out from the broken leg of Person C. His body was hunched over and howling on the ground.
"Ah!" The calm was broken by this wailing, so fast that Mu Ziyun could not even see clearly what he was doing. The disciples didn't know what happened just now. The dozens of shadows that were flying just now disappeared, leaving only a lying figure. Half-dead people on the ground.
Mu Ziyun ignored the many words spoken around him and walked straight to Bing who was lying on the ground. Person C no longer shouted, "Huh? Fainted." Mu Ziyun stepped on Person C's broken leg, "Ah!" Person C was awakened by severe pain. Li Ziwen, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, looked okay on the surface and had not changed much, but the elders and disciples underneath were frightened by Mu Ziyun's actions.
Apart from anything else, Man C is an elite of the Northern Sect and a rare soldier. It is simply a crazy act to destroy him like this. The elders were very anxious, but Li Ziwen did not dare to speak due to the presence of Li Ziwen. They knew the rules set before the duel, and Li Ziwen definitely kept his word.
"Shut up!" Mu Ziyun shouted at Person C, "Let's begin." Person C looked at Mu Ziyun's cold eyes in pain, his lips trembling. Even now, he still found it difficult to accept the fact, because it only lasted a few dozen breaths. Time, the ability that I was proud of was easily broken by him, and I haven't seen what method he used.
Seeing that Person C didn't move, Mu Ziyun didn't feel soft, and kicked Person C's broken leg again, "Ah!" Another howl, "No, stop kicking, I will do it, I said..." Mu Ziyun's face was still cold, and Bing He felt extremely regretful. Without his legs, it would be difficult to become a warrior. He originally came from a poor family, so he got the chance to join the sect. Unfortunately, although he worked hard and achieved good results, he had to become Chongyang's pawn because he had no power to support him. It's bitter and hateful, but it's a pity that there is no chance to come back.
"I, I," Person C had tears of resentment in his eyes. He didn't look at Mu Ziyun, but stared at Zhong Yang outside the court. His head kept moving, "Hehe" and suddenly he took out an iron wheel from his sleeve and placed it horizontally. With a touch on his neck, Mu Ziyun was shocked when he saw this and before he could stop him, he saw Man B lying in a pool of blood.
"Nonsense!" Liu Qingzhong, who was on the elders' stage, slammed the table, flung up his sleeves and left the competition ground. Li Ziwen calmly shouted to the audience: "Continue!"
"Brother Chen, this guy's methods are a bit weird. It's not safe to work alone, so why not cooperate?" Person B said to Person A, but he didn't have much confidence in his heart, because Person A is arrogant and arrogant. He stood out today because he owed a lot of attention. It's a big favor, otherwise he wouldn't bother to take care of these things.
Man A put his hands behind his back and said: "My martial arts can only be fought alone. If you cooperate with me, it is suicide." "You must have seen the current situation. Although Xiao Deng is lower than you and me, his strength is not We have lost too much. If we don't cooperate, it will be difficult for us to win!" Person A still shook his head and refused.
"You..." Person B pointed at Person A and gritted his teeth, then saw Zhong Yang's dark face outside the court. After thinking about it for a while, he knelt down in front of Mu Ziyun and said, "I lost, please go around me!" The disciples in the audience were furious. He was the idol in the hearts of many disciples! He earned the title of 'Bad Sword' based on his achievements one by one. At this moment, he knelt down and begged for mercy!
There was no way, Yiren thought very clearly in his heart. Although the three of them stood up to Yin Muziyun, as northern elites and benchmarks of the Yumen, they all had self-esteem. It would be too shameful for the three of them to attack one person at the same time. So the three decided to defeat Mu Ziyun in a wheel battle. Unexpectedly, their thinking was too simple. Person C was indeed not weak in strength, but he was defeated so easily. Person B had some thoughts in his mind. Mu Ziyun's strength should be above him. Even if he can cause harm to him, he will never end well. Begging for mercy is inevitable, so why not minimize the loss. Besides, if he takes action, he will probably make a wedding dress for person A, so the gain will not be worth the loss. Therefore, Person B chooses to beg for mercy directly. At this time, life is more important than anything else.
Mu Ziyun was very contemptuous of Person B who begged for mercy, and just said, "Get out." Person B licked his lips, smiled, and walked off the stage gracefully.
"What bullshit Ba Dao! You must have blown it out!" The disciples began to curse. "You are not worthy of me using you as an example!"... Person B stepped out of the crowd with ease.
Others will not know what Li Ziwen is thinking. In fact, he is positive about Person B's actions. A soldier must make a prompt decision to distinguish the situation. There are different kinds of people. Even if you are a villain, as long as you can survive in troubled times, Rare. The second person already has the ability to survive, but it is a pity that he has a bad mind and cannot be reused, otherwise Yumen will focus on training him.
"So, are you ready?" Mu Ziyun looked at the remaining armored men, "Are you ready to beg for mercy?"
Person A folds his hands in front of him, then bows his right leg forward, straightens his left leg, and then staggers his hands into a cross. "Headmaster Hao, you have definitely never heard of the major 'performances' on Qingshan Mountain in the past few years," Zheng Qiao said to Hao Han. "Hundred bronze gongs, Buddha fights, white paintings, and wire bells are all of this generation. A martial art created by a disciple that is both highly entertaining and lethal."
"I've never heard of this. Could it be that this person in the field is one of them?" "Exactly, Guanyin hand fight against Buddha. This person's name is Chen Qi. His martial arts is what I admire the most. Head Hao took a look Then you’ll know the secret.” “Haha, let’s watch it!”
Mu Ziyun didn't know much about the disciples of the Northern Sect. The two people he had heard of most clearly were Liu Xiaoxiao, who ranked second, and Chen Qi, who ranked fourth. Their Huabai and Buddha fighting skills were in Qingshan Peak. Because of his great reputation, Mu Ziyun secretly became serious. He would not lose, but it would take some effort to make this person beg for mercy.
Note: The user of the Hundred Bronze Gong is Shentu Luoling, a disciple of the Dimenbei Sect. He died in the hands of the clock frame while doing a mission with Mu Ziyun a year ago, and his martial arts skills have been lost. Xian Ling was created by Jiang Siqing, the third disciple of Yumen North Sect, and would not appear in the battle with Lian Zhuang before the battle.
