Chapter 159 Curse

"court death!"

The outcome is already obvious, but Ziyu still dares to make a move. If Mo Yang still bears it at this time, then he is not Muyun's apprentice!

With a sound of puff, the green dragon sword in Mo Yang's scabbard immediately came out, and a line of blood floated along the sky.

Ziyu screamed, and the daggers in both hands fell to the ground again, and two blood lines were clearly visible on the palm of his hand.

"The victory or defeat is already clear, and you still make a sneak attack, just wanting to die?"

"The victory or defeat is unclear. If you don't kill me, you won't count as winning me."

"If it weren't for the rules, you would be a dead body now."

Looking at Ziyu, Mo Yang said indifferently.

This time, Mo Yang obviously had the upper hand, but Ziyu was unwilling to lose, so he made another move. With such a result, even Luo Fu had nothing to say.

"Waste, waste, waste!"

Shouting three wastes one after another, Tuyu's face was gloomy and terrifying, and his brows were knit into one.

"This is the fourth match, Song Jingcai, I don't need to tell you, what should I do?"

"Yes, mentor!"

The fourth game is a crucial one. If the senior class five loses, they will lose completely. If the senior class five wins, there is still a possibility of victory.

Song Jingcai, the squad leader of the fifth senior class, the fifth level of the spiritual acupoint, the genius who opened up the Qihai acupoint, is not bad in his own right, and the most frightening thing is that this person is almost carved out of the same mold as Ci Yu .

In the fourth round, Mu Fengxing will play!

Song Jingcai, with fierce shots, fought with his opponents not by dodging and defense, but by trading lives for lives.

This method of fighting has to be said to be extremely dangerous.

It's just that Song Jing's famous battle was played in this way. Later, he was seriously injured all over his body and forced a warrior who was two levels higher than him to admit defeat.

Unless such a lunatic is completely defeated, the battle will never end.

This is well known.

"Mu Fengxing, I lost to you two years ago, now, I won't lose to you again!" Looking at Mu Fengxing, Song Jing said.

Two years ago, he and Mu Fengxing were both junior class students, there was a battle between the two of them, and that battle was his shame.

But now, two years later, facing Mu Fengxing again, Song Jingcai is already the monitor of Senior Class Five.

He thought that Mu Fengxing would stay in the junior class for the rest of his life because of the impact of that incident, but he didn't expect that the junior class nine would be promoted all the way to become the senior class nine.

As for Mu Fengxing, he was able to suppress the shadow of the past in his heart, and now represents the ninth class of senior class.

"If I am defeated by the former subordinates, then I, Mu Fengxing, don't practice in this life." Looking at Song Jingcai, Mu Fengxing said indifferently.

"You Class Nine are really more arrogant than one!"

"Arrogance also requires capital!"

As soon as the two entered the arena, the smell of gunpowder was full of gunpowder, and the battle was on the verge of breaking out.

"start!"

With a low shout, the two figures slammed into each other in an instant.

Mu Fengxing practiced the Phantom God Sect, and his body skills were weird and his speed was extremely fast. What was surprising was that Song Jingcai's body skills were also weird and unpredictable.

At this moment in the arena, the two figures intersected completely, making it impossible for people to see who had the advantage and who had the disadvantage.

"How about it?"

"It should be Mu Fengxing who has the upper hand. It's just that Song Jing is ruthless. He trades injuries for injuries. Mu Fengxing doesn't want to get hurt, so he delays."

"This Song Jingcai is despicable!" Xiao Qingyu curled his lips and said.

"You can't say that, Song Jing didn't work hard, and Class 5 was defeated, so he will definitely fight to the death, but Feng Xing still has the next game in mind, so he can't let go to fight, at least , Make sure you don’t get hurt.”

"It's really troublesome!"

Several people naturally understand the pros and cons.

Once Mu Fengxing is injured, Class Nine will lack a great assistant for the next match.

Therefore, in this match, one must win without being injured.

It's just that Song Jingcai's realm is stronger than that of Zhen Ping and others, so it's not so easy to deal with it easily.

In the scene, two figures were coming and going, and the sound of fists and feet colliding continued to spread.

Boom...

Finally, with a loud bang, the two figures were separated at the touch of a button.

Mu Fengxing saw sweat on his forehead, while on the other side, Song Jingcai was out of breath, with sweat dripping down his face.

"Heh, Mu Fengxing, I have to admit that you are very powerful, but in this battle, even if I, Song Jingcai, lose, I will hold you back."

"Pull my back? You are not worthy!"

"Try to know!"

Looking at Mu Fengxing, Song Jingcai slapped the ground with his palm, and layers of dust were splashed away.

There was a chirping sound, and Song Jingcai's palm was covered with blood, and the blood dripped down on the ground. Gradually, a complicated pattern gathered on the ground.

His hands were suddenly embedded in the pattern, and the blood flowed faster from Song Jingcai's fingertips.

"Dark Seal of Life and Death!"

With a low shout, Song Jingcai dragged the mark with both hands, approaching Mu Fengxing.

buzz buzz...

At the same time, four dark red blood marks exploded on Mu Feng Xingzhou's body.

Those four blood marks suddenly appeared, and no one expected it.

The four blood seals exploded and turned into traces of black air, rushing towards Mu Fengxing.

"Myriad shadows return to the palmless!"

Seeing the traces of black air approaching, Mu Fengxing had no choice but to cast Myriad Shadows Returning to Wu Palm, hitting the air with his palm, making a crackling sound.

Wisps of black air were cut off, but there were still a few strands of black air penetrated into Mu Fengxing's arm through the palm technique.

"I lost!"

Seeing this scene, Song Jing stood up, with blood dripping from his hands, bowed his head to admit defeat, and then resolutely turned around and stepped down.

Class Nine, after winning four games in a row, won the game again.

But the competition won this time is of great significance, because this is the top five classes, and the top five classes represent the elite students of Leifeng Academy, second only to the one hundred people on the spiritual list.

"Mu Fengxing, come down!"

On Muyun's side, Mu Fengxing hastily greeted him.

"sit down!"

"Brother, I'm fine!"

"I'll let you sit down!" Mu Yun said without any doubt: "Now, let's circulate your Qi Sea Point True Yuan, give it a try..."

"Um!"

hiss……

It's just that Mu Fengxing just nodded in response and moved his true energy. The tingling pain erupted from his Qihai acupoint, and even aroused the pain in other acupoints in his body.

"How could this be?" Mu Fengxing asked with an ugly expression.

"What I expected was right. What Song Jingcai used was the blood seal technique. This kind of technique can do great harm to the warrior himself. It seems that Class Five really went out of their way to hurt you."

"The pastor teacher..."

"Don't worry, this kind of blood seal technique will not harm you. It's just that you can't use your true energy for a short period of time. Otherwise, the acupoints all over your body will cause tingling pain. Although it doesn't hurt the warrior, that kind of stinging pain does not affect you at all. Impossible to bear, so, the next game..."

As Mu Yun spoke, his eyes fell on the four of Mo Yang.

"Everyone, listen to me, it's not easy for our Senior Class Nine to get to this point. I know that everyone has tried their best. We can beat the top five Senior Class Five. We are already famous in Leifeng Academy. Next... …We do what we can, it doesn’t matter if we are champions, in our hearts we are always champions, aren’t we?”

"no!"

After Mu Yun's words fell, Huang Wuji suddenly shouted: "How can this be? Winning the championship is not for ourselves, not for Class Nine!"

"If it weren't for you, pastor, we would still be in the ninth junior class, the trash class that everyone laughs at. No mentor is willing to lead us and lead us to become stronger."

"It was you who made us see hope and win the championship. We are not for ourselves, but for you. Let us give up now. How is it possible... How can we be worthy of you!"

Huang Wuji's voice was choked with sobs, and his words were intermittent.

Hearing this, the other students also lowered their heads.

This time, they are not fighting for themselves, but for Muyun!

However, things have come to this point...

Class Nine was restricted, only five people could fight, and now that Mu Fengxing was seriously injured, how could it be possible for him to endure the tingling pain in the acupuncture points all over his body?

Four people, how will we fight next?

Opponents are stronger than each other.

Senior Class 4 was taught a lesson by them last time because their strongest student didn't play. Senior Class 3, Wang Xinyu's class, has a large number of monsters.

Senior class one, senior class two, that goes without saying.

After being shouted by Huang Wuji, Mu Yun stayed where he was.

Then, Mu Yun smiled wryly, patted Huang Wuji on the shoulder, and walked onto the ring.

The rise of Senior Class Nine has displeased many people.

Seven people participated in the competition, and it became five people. Now, it was obviously a normal fighting, but it turned into a desperate, trying every means to injure his students and prevent them from participating in the battle.

Being forced into such a situation, what else can I do?

let go?

That's bullshit!

war!

There is only one battle!

Stepping onto the ring, at this moment, Ci Yu is already standing on the ring.

Looking at his opponent, Mu Yun smiled.

Looking around, looking at tens of thousands of students, Mu Yun spoke.

"Today, I, Muyun, stand here and tell you what is a genius and what is a waste!"

"Senior Class Nine is my class, my students, each of them is a genius, they will never fail or give up, so they will definitely go to the end and win the first place."

"And you are trash, you can only play cheap!" Pointing at everyone in the fifth class, Mu Yun cursed: "All of you are trash, and your strength is not as good as your opponent, so you came up with such a dirty trick!"

"Yan Yunyu, Xiao Buyu, Ciyu, you can only be trash, and I, Muyun, will trample you under my feet."

"Today, I, Muyun, just want to ask a question, among you, which trash, which villain, will be my Muyun's opponent, can be my Muyun's opponent!"

"Today, I, Muyun, will lead my Class Nine, the No. 1 in the Stable Advanced Class, and trample all of you trash underfoot. If you have any treacherous means, show them!"

Standing in front of tens of thousands of people, Mu Yun pointed at the person he wanted to scold, the person he should scold, and yelled at him.

All of a sudden, the audience was deadly silent, and everyone stared at Mu Yun dumbfounded.