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However, one day, Yun Qianhao became a cripple.

In that battle, many Heavenly Martial Sect disciples had personally witnessed it, and the one who had lost shouldn't have been Yun Qianhao.

His opponent was ruthless, too insidious. That was why Yun Qianhao was defeated and unable to stand up again.

At this moment, Protector Pei's eyes were slightly moved as he lamented in his heart.

"Trash, abandoned sword, it's really trashy!"

Mu Yun sneered as he watched Yun Qianhao slowly walk over. So what if Yun Qianhao really stood up? He was still a cripple.

Finally, Yun Qianhao walked to the center of the Battlestage and stood in front of Mu Yun, separated by less than three meters.

"You obviously can't stand up, but you want to stand up. If you just crawled over here, you would have already crawled in front of me!"

Staring at Yun Qianhao, Mu Yun sneered. This so-called absolute genius who didn't even want him as sword boy was now standing in front of him like this. 30 years in the east, 30 years in the west.

"Make your move first!"

Yun Qianhao was indifferent to Mu Yun's mocking and ridiculing. His eyes were calm. The mocking and ridicule that he had endured for the past three years had far surpassed all of this.

"Three years ago, you were acting haughty, but now, it is different. The current you, in front of me, is like an ant. If you want to court death, then I shall help you, a cripple!"

As Mu Yun finished his sentence, he did not waste any time. He had already waited for this day for a long time and in an instant, a fiery hot fire attributed Yuan Power surged out from within his body.

Boom!

As if it was an intentional display, in that instant, the aura of the second stage of the Martial General Stage unreservedly swept out, and the surrounding space slightly trembled under the impact of this aura.

At the same time, a scarlet red treasured sword appeared in Mu Yun's hand. Suddenly, a faint roar sounded out as the sword directly slashed towards Yun Qianhao!

"Swoosh!"

Sword-light flashed across the sky. In an instant, a volcano erupted as a terrifying aura gushed out.

A scorching aura storm instantly spread out in all directions, smashing into the Battlestage s.

At this moment, Mu Yun's body was enveloped within and became illusory.

At the same time, Yun Qianhao was enveloped by the fiery sword light.

Too close, Mu Yun did not hesitate to attack. Facing the crippled Yun Qianhao, he seemed to have done his best.

What Mu Yun wanted was to show his elegance in front of the countless pairs of eyes.

He wanted to use the most brilliant method possible to end Yun Qianhao, who was once an extreme genius, at the hands of Mu Yun!

"Explosive Flame Sword Art!"

Some of the Heavenly Martial Sect disciples present exclaimed and recognized the sword art Mu Yun was using.

At this moment, Mu Yun was using the Heavenly Martial Sect's Explosive Flame Sword Technique, a middle grade Yellow Grade martial skill, and even a strong sword technique that most inner sect disciples would find hard to cultivate.

"Mu Yun wants to kill Yun Qianhao!"

Many people understood in their hearts that when facing a cripple like Yun Qianhao, Mu Yun had to go all out. His first move was a killing move. He did not want to fight, but wanted to kill Yun Qianhao completely.

Boom!

The sword aura enveloped the Battlestage, a blazing Qi swept out, landing directly on Yun Qianhao's body.

Under everyone's gaze, the sharp sword light enveloped Yun Qianhao's body.

"Very strong …"

Some people were amazed that Mu Yun was actually this strong, and it was no wonder he was a disciple of Heavenly Martial Sect. Such an attack, would probably be difficult to defend against even a fourth or fifth stage Martial General Stage cultivation.

"Sigh …"

There were also people who lamented. Yun Qianhao was afraid that he would die without a trace, and he would be turned into blood mist fragments by that terrifying sword light.

"Brother Qianhao."

The throats of the female Heavenly Martial Sect disciples who had just walked up were hoarse.

On the platform, many people felt their hearts in their throats. It was obvious that Yun Qianhao was going to die for sure.

Some of them couldn't help but look at Du Shaomu.

Towards Du Shaomu, many people felt that he was arrogant and tyrannical, but he was also unfathomable and extremely mysterious. Time and time again, he stunned everyone. Once again, he surprised everyone and shocked everyone!

But this time, Du Shaomu and Prince Yuv Loongquan were betting against each other. If Yun Qianhao and Mu Yun were to fight, it would truly be unimaginable. No matter how one looked at it, Yun Qianhao would lose without a doubt, and he might not even have the strength to fight.

Unless Yun Qianhao could recover to three years ago.

However, this was obviously not possible. The Heavenly Martial Sect experts had already determined that Yun Qianhao would not have a chance to recover.

"Mu Yun's Explosive Blaze Sword Art is a little bit more powerful than Yun Qianhao who doesn't know his place. He is truly courting death!"

Standing beside Zhao Yuqiang, Zhao Hu looked coldly at the burst of sword aura from the Battlestage, his eyes ice-cold.

"Yun Qianhao is dead, Du Shaomu is dead!"

In the seats, Shang Muyan's eyes were also cold.

Nangoong Xuewei, who was standing at the side, raised her eyebrows slightly. No matter how one looked at it, Yun Qianhao would lose for sure.

But looking at Du Shaomu's calm and collected expression, which seemed to have an incomparable confidence in himself, Nangoong Xuewei had a faint feeling that Yun Qianhao was not that simple.

It was a long story, and the sword light on the Battlestage exploded very quickly in an instant.

As the volcanic eruption-like sword radiance slowly disappeared, a figure faintly emerged from within.

Shock and astonishment filled the eyes of the entire platform.

Amidst the slowly dissipating sword light, two figures became clearer and clearer under the gaze of countless gazes.

Everyone expected Yun Qianhao to turn into blood mist. Other than his clothes being torn to shreds by the sword light, his body was unharmed.

At this moment, Yun Qianhao was holding a rusted sword in his arms. The tip of the sword was blocking the tip of the scarlet red treasured sword in front of Wu Tie.

The abandoned sword looked as if it could break from a slight touch, but it did not move or shake in front of the scarlet treasured sword, making it hard for Mu Yun's treasured sword to move even an inch forward.

It was not hard to tell that Yun Qianhao had used this kind of posture to directly block Mu Yun's attack.

When Yun Qianhao's figure appeared unscathed, Yuv Loongquan and Zhao Hu's wishes were shattered and their eyes revealed shock.

At the same time, when he looked at Yun Qianhao, the killing intent in Mu Yun's eyes had been replaced by shock.

For no reason, Mu Yun was panicking more and more from the bottom of his heart, and an inexplicable fear was gushing out from the depths of his soul.1

The fear lingered in his mind, never to be dispelled.

At this moment, Mu Yun was the one who knew it the best. He attacked with his full strength in order to let Yun Qianhao, who was once an extreme genius, end up in his hands, with the most dazzling and brilliant posture.

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