Chapter 565: Is she okay?

So how many hands were left in the three tricks between the boss and me before!
Chu Yicheng didn't dare to think about it, anyway, if he changed to the present, and gave him ten courage, he didn't dare to challenge Gu Zhong again.
"Mu Yuefeng's real strength should be the fourth level of the spell-extinguishing state. She should have used some special method to greatly increase her cultivation base." Gu Zhong has been paying attention to Mu Yuefeng's changes. He directly told the result of his identification with the eyes of the teacher.
After all, Gu Zhong didn’t want the disciples he had just recruited to be hit hard and affected his later cultivation. In fact, it was not just Chu Yicheng, but even Gu Zhong himself, after this battle, had a little bit of opinion about Mu Yuefeng in his heart. There is a change.
In the past, he only regarded Mu Yuefeng as a favored and arrogant young lady. Although she was talented and acted, she was perverse and arrogant and unreasonable. After this battle, Gu Zhong reacted and took the best sword at the age of less than twenty. Drive to this degree.
She should have suffered a lot.
In other words, don't you also control the sword of the best, ancient master...
Gu Zhong: "Cough, cough, cough, people are real players, so you won't join in the fun if you hang up."
Facing Mu Yuefeng whose strength was soaring, Wang Xingkong didn't have the slightest fear. Jian Xiu never used his cultivation base to determine his strength. As early as when the rainbow sword light flashed, Wang Xingkong's eyes were condensed and his energy was concentrated.
The speed of a sword light that was as fast as lightning was no longer so terrible, and a clear trajectory was drawn in his perception.
"I haven't felt this way for a long time." Excitement flashed on his firm face.
Facing the terrible blow that cut the blood-drinking sword, Wang Xingkong was prepared enough this time. He lifted the Cyan Frost Sword with his backhand, and a layer of pale white space was suddenly covered on the sword.
"drink!!"
"Sword power!! The sky is high and the clouds are light!!"
Wang Xingkong let out a violent roar, and the Cyan Frost Sword lifted up at the flying sky rainbow sword light freely. With a brief period of deafness, it seemed as if all the voices in the world had disappeared. A huge green sword light rippled. With a faint spatial ripple, it burst out from everyone's suddenly contracted pupils, and hit the orange sword glow.
"What...what!!" Ling Yuefeng stood up suddenly, letting out an out of control scream.
If Mu Yuefeng's orange sword light is a very thin light, then the sword light from Wang Xingkong is the power of spatial purification that can swallow all the light.
boom! !
The two sword lights collided in mid-air, and the tyrannical power from the two supreme swords exploded at the same time, colliding, interweaving, and swallowing each other, bursting out dreamlike variegated light clusters.
In the light group, countless sword auras surged crazily, but when these sword auras touched the blue and white purifying power, they would be shattered without a trace in an instant, and gradually, in the light group The cyan and orange of descent became less and less, and finally disappeared completely, and the cyan light and shadow that had only been reduced by less than half suddenly moved forward and flew towards Mu Yuefeng.
Mu Yuefeng shifted by a large margin, and evaded her body in an extremely embarrassed manner. She hadn't stood still, and there was a loud noise behind her. His expression was condensed, looking at Wang Xingkong, he was stunned for a while.
"Ok... so strong, so strong..." Mu Yuefeng groaned unconsciously. She fully understood at this time that even if she forcibly increased her cultivation base to consolidate her aura, as long as the weapon she held was a sword , Facing Wang Xingkong, she still had a feeling of being out of breath at all.
In the loud noise, the Cyan Frost Sword and the Sky Rainbow Sword were intertwined. Two powers of different attributes erupted at the same time, spreading crazily to the surroundings during the impact, and a terrible storm of power swept through the competition table. The spiritual barrier arranged by the referee spread from the center to the edge of the audience.
The extremely strong spiritual light enveloped the figures of Wang Xingkong and Mu Yuefeng. From the distant sky, it was like a blazing fire exploding on the cyan lake. In this blazing fire, there were countless cyan and orange rays of light. Roaring and circling like a dragon.
The entire competition platform began to tremble, wide cracks spread all the way, and the biggest one cut the entire competition platform in half.
In the end, the blue lake water was slightly better, and the orange-red flame was extinguished in a piece of blue water, and finally disappeared.
"Kang Dang--" With a sound, the light from the Rainbow Sword retreated, like an ordinary long sword, falling on the stone platform.
There was a brief silence, except for the breeze, only Mu Yuefeng's undulating panting was left.
After a while, her breath and mood finally calmed down. She straightened her body and looked straight at Wang Xingkong. Suddenly she had a meal and she fell like a willow in the wind.
"Qingdao sent Mu Yuefeng before ten breaths, Cangshan sent Wang Xingkong to win!"
The referee was stunned for a long time, first glanced at Chu Botong, and then at Lingyin and Lu Yiling on the high platform before announcing the result in a deeply strange voice.
"Papa"
"Papa Papa..."
At the edge of the competition platform, I don’t know who applauded first. At first it was only a few, followed by a small group of people, and then quickly spread to a large area. In the end, almost everyone, including some sectarian alliance leaders, stood. I got up and exclaimed sincerely with excitement.
In the history of sect round elections, the audience often cheered for their martial arts and there were applause and shouts, but such enthusiastic applause from the audience is extremely rare. Just because this battle is worthy of the full applause.
Those disciples who had not been able to advance, witnessed this battle with their own eyes, and made them feel that this trip was useless. Even if they failed to compete for glory for the sect, it was absolutely worthwhile to see such a competition.
The magnificent princess with excellent talents fought against the mysterious disabled sword repairer. The victory and defeat had been reversed many times, and the final energy shock caused their hearts to tremble uncontrollably.
The voice of the referee announcing victory and the cheers lingered in his ears. Wang Xingkong did not show any excited expression on his face, but silently looked at the Cyan Frost Sword in his hand. What the sword connects is not his hand, but his heart.
Because the feeling of peace and familiarity that reaches the bottom of my heart is something he has never had before, as if my heart is filled, and the sense of fulfillment of being accompanied by someone for the rest of my life
A refreshing breeze swept gently, bringing up the tips of Yun Che's hair and the broken body of the blood-drinking sword...
"Thanks."
If the ancient master knew the thoughts in the heart of Brother Wang, he would definitely shout: "Hey, you won't treat him as a wife?!"
"Won another game."
There was a smile on Gu Zhong's face. After Brother Wang got off the court, he knocked on the side of Gu Zhong and asked, "Well, is she okay?"
"Who?"