Heaven Talisman

Following the change in the longsword, a hint of red surfaced on Mu Lingfeng's face. With a shake of his arm, the fire sword in his hand shot out explosively. The scorching temperature cut through the air and even brought about a faint smell of burning.    

Sensing the change in the longsword in his opponent's hands, Mu Yi's eyes focused, and immediately let out a low roar, causing the longsword to create an afterimage as it stood upright in front of him.    

"Ding ~ ~"    

The fire red longsword stabbed onto the silver longsword, causing a clear sword hum to ring out. However, the sword tip suddenly tilted, and the fire sword following the movement of the silver longsword's sword, suddenly shot out from its defensive range, bringing up a blazing fire light that slashed towards Mu Yi's arm that was holding the sword.    

The other party suddenly turned into a snake-like longsword. Mu Yi was also surprised for a moment, but he quickly released the longsword. His body did not retreat, and instead, he suddenly charged forward, turning into a black shadow that passed by the astonished Mu Lingfeng.    

The moment they crossed each other, Mu Yi's elbow suddenly smashed down, landing heavily on the latter's wrist. Instantly, the fiery red longsword fell off, and even Mu Lingfeng's arm had become completely numb.    

The longsword fell off, and Mu Lingfeng's body rolled awkwardly, avoiding the kick from Mu Yi. Without any result, Mu Yi slowly turned around and looked at the stunned Mu Lingfeng with a smile that was not a smile.    

The lightning-fast clash finally slowed down, and when the people in the stands saw Mu Lingfeng rolling around like a donkey, their faces were all filled with amazement.    

"What a fast speed, what powerful strength." Mu Lingfeng held his wrist and pulled with all his might as he thought in his heart.    

Mu Yi smiled and picked up the longsword.    

"Sigh, I really look down on you too much. It seems that I have no choice but to understand the truth." Mu Lingfeng sighed. His hands slowly reached out of his sleeves as he stared at Wu Jun.    

At this moment, a strong wave of elemental energy surged out from Mu Lingfeng's body. It was like a torrent in a river, but also like a surging undercurrent, breaking and spreading. Mu Lingfeng now felt like he was holding a large river, giving off a turbulent feeling.    

'Alright, since brother Lingfeng says so, then I won't hide anymore. " Mu Yi could also feel that Mu Lingfeng was serious, and at the same time, he did not dare to underestimate him. Immediately, the Sword Essence Energy in his body began to move on top of the xuan iron sword.    

Mu Yi felt that if he used the Eight Extremes Fist, he might be able to tie with Mu Lingfeng in the first three rounds, so he wouldn't need to use the Ancient Sword Burying Spell anymore.    

After Mu Yi took three steps forward, the longsword in his hands was already in front of Mu Lingfeng. Mu Lingfeng did not move, but his body bent backwards and the sword in his hand stabbed towards Mu Yi's throat. He did not even bother looking at the direction of the sword energy, his eyes only staring at the sword body that floated past him.    

"He really does have some skill. His attacks were already so ruthless." This was Mu Yi's judgment of Mu Lingfengfan's first move.    

Mu Yi's longsword slashed down when Mu Lingfeng's body was half-bent to dodge the attack. Just as he was about to spin his sword force to chop down, it was startled by the longsword that was thrusting towards him from below. The sword tip was only the size of a bean, but its speed was abnormally fast.    

"Dodge!" Without any chance to spin the longsword, Mu Yi instinctively dodged to the side. However, his right hand was already extended out, and there was no time to retract it.    

However, the longsword that was coming at him turned and slashed at his outstretched arm. This change almost made Mu Yi angry.    

"Good sword art!" The Great Clan Elder shouted. Just the movement of his hand and the direction of his sword was inconceivable. Of course, from his perspective, if this technique was used against experts of the Profound Yin Stage and above, it would have little effect, but it would definitely have an extraordinary effect.    

"Haha, Lingfeng has grown a lot in these two years of experiential learning." Chief Mu Hui looked at the competition on the stage and said with a faint smile.    

"Hua!" The longsword sliced through the air, and Mu Yi staggered three or four steps back before stopping. At the same time, Mu Lingfeng also straightened up his body …    

It could be seen how powerful he was. Compared to Mu Yi's wide range of attacks, the longsword in Mu Lingfeng's hand was like a crafty snake, never touching Mu Yi's longsword with a strong power. Even if it occasionally touched Mu Yi's longsword, it would immediately retreat, not giving him the slightest opportunity to release its power.    

The figures on the battleground flashed. Both of them exchanged blows as streams of Yuan Power gushed out from the two's palms. Finally, they collided together and the energy ripples spread out, cleaning up all the debris in the battleground.    

"You're a good opponent. Take this move of mine." Mu Lingfeng suddenly shouted.    

"You're also a good opponent." Mu Yi said.    

"Broken Streams, 18 Consecutive Slashes." At this moment, Mu Lingfeng shouted.    

At this moment, Mu Lingfeng casually lifted up the longsword in his hand. Although it looked very casual, it was Mu Lingfeng's strongest sword attack at the moment. This Mu Lingfeng had learned a profound sword technique, Eighteen Cuts of Flow during training.    

At this moment, Mu Lingfeng slowly raised the sword above his head and slashed down. The river seemed to have been cut in half by the sword, at the same time, two rays of sword light swept towards Wu Tie.    

"Swish!"    

"Good job." Mu Yi also let out a loud cry without the slightest bit of fear. He threw the black iron sword that was covered with Sword Essence Energy s up, and at the same time, punched the sword hilt. The black iron sword whistled and shot out, striking one of the sword beams that was coming at Mu Lingfeng.    

"Bang ~ ~" At this time, Mu Yi's clothes exploded, and the Eight Extremes Fist's third punch was executed without reservation. Both fists collided with the sword light, causing a series of explosions.    

At this moment, everyone was excitedly looking at the arena as it continued to disperse. They wanted to see just who the final victor was.    

When the dust settled, the entire arena was in a mess. Broken rocks littered the ground.    

At this moment, two figures appeared in front of everyone's eyes. He saw Mu Yi panting heavily with his upper body bare. Looking at Mu Lingfeng, his hair was loose, and although his upper body wasn't naked, there were a lot of holes.    

"What's going on?"    

"Neither of them fell!"    

"How can that be counted."    

At this moment, the referee standing by the side of the arena didn't make a decision as he looked at the scene in the arena.    

"Brother Mu Yi, you're really something." Mu Lingfeng tidied up his hair and said.    

"You're not bad either." Mu Yi said.    

"Let's not continue. How about we call it a draw?" Mu Lingfeng suddenly said.    

"Alright, let's call it a draw. "Hahaha." Actually, if Mu Yi had used his Ancient Sword Burying Spell, it would definitely not be a draw. However, Mu Yi wanted to leave behind some trump cards for himself. Perhaps if his Eight Extremes Fist could advance one step, he would be able to defeat Mu Lingfeng. Now that Mu Lingfeng had voluntarily suggested a tie, Mu Yi naturally had no objections.    

"This …?" The referee also failed to make a final conclusion because of their conversation, as the previous champions had never had the habit of achieving a draw.    

"Haha, good, as expected of a young hero. My Mu Family has the honor of having all of you at the Mu Family. Let's call it a draw. " At this time, the Patriarch Mu Hui stood up and said. Mu Hui was very clear about the strength of Mu Yi's grandson. He never thought that Mu Yi's strength was not any weaker than his own grandson. This made De Mu Hui even more confident in his ability to attend this year's annual Clan Assembly.