"Hmph! Boy, I see when can you hide?" Mu Yuchen firmly gained the upper hand, and couldn't help but refuse to cut off Zhou Hao, "Die! You idiot, I want to make you live worse than death."

After saying that, Mu Yuchen's attack began to no longer be detailed, as if he had seen Zhou Hao torn apart by his sword light. Seeing Zhou Hao's blood flowing all over, a miserable area, the violent and surging sword light began to be irritable. He didn't care about his own spiritual power consumption at all, and he slashed wildly, and wanted to ling Zhou Hao in the next moment.

"Hiss..." A single-attribute top-grade spiritual sword flew in the palm, and the yellow flame that could burn the black iron attached to the sword body. Zhou Hao had to use the spiritual sword to bless the flame spell to resist the sharp and cruel golden sword light.

"Hmph! I can't help but want to kill me. Let's see if you have the ability. Come on!"

Zhou Hao was also patient enough. Although he was constantly hurtful, he was too bored after all. In addition, with his powerful spiritual sense, he could always predict the attack in advance, allowing Zhou Hao to be more calm.

Qing Jian and Mu Yuchen launched an attack, and fireworks exploded on the ring in an instant. After all, the golden sword light was just an attack shot by spiritual power and magic with the help of spiritual weapons. In essence, the spiritual power was compressed in form. Zhou Hao, with his powerful and keen spiritual cultivation, counterattacked and resisted the sword light that immediately made Mu Yuchen happy.

"Hahaha! Stupid, it's really stupid. If you just hide, you can hold on for a while and dare to resist head-on, then I will fulfill your wish."

Mu Yuchen was still on guard against Zhou Hao's attack to hurt him at first, but Zhou Hao only dodged and resisted passively. The power of the flame spell occasionally was extremely limited. The aftermath of the two spell collisions and extinctions did not cause much damage to himself. Seeing this, he became more confident in his own strength, rather than being distracted from defense, it would be better to kill Zhou Hao quickly. After thinking for a long time, Mu Yuchen's attack suddenly won three points.

Outside the ring, the Lord of Yang Yang became more and more proud, and the corners of his mouth were almost pulled to his ears. However, the Lord of Xuanji City Hao Yan and the Lord of Tianji City Tianji were the sharp edge of their eyes. Seeing Zhou Hao avoiding chaotic and unstoppable evasion and accurately resisting sword lights, avoiding precarious attacks, they were always a little short of apart but could always avoid the fatal point. I secretly estimated that this junior was not simple.

In fact, Zhou Hao did not have much hidden strength in the battle. Although his divine consciousness was very powerful and he didn't even need to use all his strength at all, it was still the constraints of spiritual power, which made Zhou Hao very unhappy at this time. He had been smooth sailing for a long time, and with the weakness of his opponent, he could be said to be without any scruples in the battle.

Mu Yuchen's sharp golden sword light flew in the air. Without the strong body-protecting armor and strong spiritual power, he could only tie the cultivators of the same level into a hornet's nest in just three or five times. At this time, he released his attack with all his strength. The entire arena was like a golden sword blade, and hundreds of sword lights were selected to be eaten. Zhou Hao's space for dodging suddenly became urgent, and he had to face the denser sword lights.

The flames that were scattered and exploded were spread all over the ring in a short time. Although He Wuyou was leisurely eating the spiritual fruits fed to the beauty's mouth, his eyes were not staring at the ring for a moment, and muttering quietly in his mouth.

"Impossible! Tsk, how could that be? You guy must be holding back something bad."

Huang Zhonglu was also full of anxiety and could not help but feel a little regret on his face. Although he met Zhou Hao by chance and had no friendship, he went to Jiuxuan Tower after all because of his invitation.

He heard He Wuyou mutter in his ears, and couldn't help but feel a little angry. He lowered his voice and said angrily: "You slut, you don't talk about your life, but you're still talking sarcastic words. I really wish I could pry open your head and see what's inside?"

"Yeah!" He Wuyou still looked like a scoundrel, deliberately shrank into the pile of powder, and then said, "You, don't do anything randomly, otherwise that kid will win later, but he will still have to divide my spirit stone! If you can't find me, be careful to be anxious with you."

"Fuck you, I'll ask you to divide the spirit stone..."

"Wait, what did you say?" Huang Zhonglu suspected that his ear was wrong. His eyes were staring, which made He Wuyou, who was covered in pink, frightened. He thought to himself that this person was no wonder he was walking with Zhou Hao, and he liked to scare the child with his eyes.

"It's nothing! That kid is pretending! That bullshit Young Master Mu is so crying. No, he doesn't even have a chance to cry. That kid must be holding up some big moves. Once he takes action, he will definitely be shocked." He Wuyou took a sip of the fragrant spiritual wine, as if he suppressed the fear of Zhou Hao and Huang Zhonglu's eyes in his heart, and then explained slowly.

Huang Zhonglu looked at He Wuyou, turned his head and looked at the ring. Zhou Hao was still being chased by Mu Yuchen's crazy sword light, and he seemed extremely thrilling at every moment. He turned around and said, "Is this called holding back the ultimate move? Do you think I am blind?"

He Wuyou roguely put on an expression of your belief or not, muttering: "Hmph! Who are you blaming me for? Do you blame me for being vicious in your eyes?"

Although the voice was small, Huang Zhonglu heard every word and sentence. He slashed at him again, and simply turned around and refused to look at him, so as not to help but act.

In just half an hour, Zhou Hao completely let go. Since his cultivation level fell, he had never fought happily. His bones were a little stiff, and he had to carry the spiritual power of fire with all his strength. His whole body, from the inside to the outside, from the meridians to the pores, was completely mobilized, and his whole body was like a furnace that was fully activated, igniting a raging fire.

Moreover, as the potential of the body began to be activated, the domineering power of the flame spiritual power began to be revealed. Even if the clothes, skin, and the angry flame spiritual power in the body were occasionally scratched by the sword light, they rushed forward, directly bridging the wound, and could not even feel the pain. In this process, the body seemed to be trained, and the long-lost itchy growth appeared again, making Zhou Hao intoxicated by immersed in the crazy battle.

On the other hand, Mu Yuchen is also an elite genius, but because he despises his opponent, he just vents his spiritual power and exerts his accumulation, and does not develop his own potential to cherish his spiritual power and physical strength. Even if he is strong and vigorously exercised for half an hour, he will be exhausted. Cultivators have spiritual power to nourish their bodies, which is countless times stronger than ordinary people. However, this is not a simple exercise, but a fight that will always endanger life, and cannot be careless.

What's more, the spiritual power reserves of foundation-building cultivators also have a bottom line. If it were before, Zhou Hao could crush several Mu Yuchen with his spiritual power alone. At this time, Mu Yuchen was unknowingly, his spiritual power was less than 50%. The fatigue of his body also began to affect the speed of attack, not to mention accuracy, and Zhou Hao gradually realized the pressure all over his body to relax.
Chapter completed!