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"Can you stop showing your sense of superiority here? You don't seem to be better than me there. Your nonsense dream swordsmanship is nothing more than that. If I am at the same level as you, I should have no problem killing you instantly." Wang Huai retorted.

"Maybe, but you won't have such a day, because you are going to die today." After Chen Mu finished speaking, another sword appeared in front of him.

That's not a sword shadow, it's a real sword.

"Dream swordsmanship, in addition to practicing martial arts, also practice swords, so in addition to having the great dream martial soul, I also have the sword martial soul that is fused with it. The dream sword is one, this is the real truth. Dameng swordsmanship, can you...can you stop it?"

After the words fell, the sword rose and rushed towards Wang Huai's face.

"Your fire-type martial soul can barely block my Great Dream martial soul, and your physical martial soul is completely useless here, so you can't stop my sword, sleep, sleep , close your eyes, everything will disappear, all the pain, all the torment will dissipate.”

Chen Mu also has two types of soul power, one is the sword, and the other is the dream. The sword and the dream are one, invincible. In this sluggish dream, Wang Huai closed his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Chen Mu showed a slight smile. After all, he still won. Chen Mu, the ruthless sword, cannot be blocked by a person in the late stage of Mahayana, even if it is only three swords, even if he is a genius.

"Do you think you've won?"

Suddenly, Chen Mu heard Wang Huai's voice.

"En?" Chen Mu looked at Wang Huai in shock, and found inconceivably that there was a blue dragon floating above Wang Huai's head, swallowing the sword that Chen Mu rushed out.

"The third martial spirit?" Chen Mu looked at Wang Huai, as if he was looking at a monster.

People who can stimulate the power of dual-line souls are already rare in the entire Tianwu Kingdom, and they will not exceed three digits, and Chen Mu is one of the best among the few people.

As for the people who stimulated the power of the three lines of souls, Chen Mu had only seen three people in total, and those three people were the top three people in the heaven list, Di Cang, Capricorn, and Jun Mowei.

And now, he saw the fourth one, Wang Huai, who was only in the late stage of Mahayana.

"I was just playing with you just now, to see how powerful your so-called Great Dream swordsmanship is. To be honest, I was a little disappointed, but that's all." Wang Huai said.

"disappointment?"

This is the first time Chen Mu has heard that his Great Dream Swordsmanship is disappointing. Even though he lost to Zhu Xie in the Tianbang Battle three years ago, he still used the Great Dream Swordsmanship to seriously injure Zhu Xie. He also sighed on the spot that the Great Dream swordsmanship was one of the most powerful swordsmanship he had ever seen.

But now, Wang Huai told him that it was nothing more than that.

Looking at Chen Mu's murderous eyes, Wang Huai said calmly, "I know you are not convinced and unwilling, because you didn't use your full strength, but likewise, I didn't either. If you use your full strength and fight to the death, I will I can tell you clearly that you will die!"

"Roar"

After finishing speaking, there was a dragon chant, the sky and the earth were angry together, and the blue Yinglong rushed towards Chen Mu.

"puff"

In the void, Chen Mu spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was ejected in a ball, until he flew hundreds of meters away before hitting the ground heavily.

"This……"

Seeing this scene, the eight masters who came with Chen Mu were all dumbfounded. Was it Chen Mu who was knocked into the air and fell to the ground?
"whoosh"

Before they could react, Chen Mu's figure had been ejected from the ground and he rushed directly towards Wang Huai.

"I want you to die, you must die!"

Chen Mu, who had always been calm before, became hysterical at this moment. He couldn't afford to lose. He also lost in the Tianbang battle three years ago, but he could bear and accept losing to Zhu Xie. But now, he couldn't bear to lose to Wang Huai in the late Mahayana period.

"Three tricks have passed, do you want to break your promise?" Wang Huai looked at Chen Mu with vigilance in his eyes.

To be honest, the repelling of Chen Mu just now had elements of surprise and victory. The reason why he deliberately said those words just now was just to annoy Chen Mu and make him mentally careless so that he could attack.

This Chen Mu's strength is indeed very strong. If he really fights head-to-head, Wang Huai is confident that he will be the one who will survive in the end. However, he is afraid that he will be seriously injured. Seriously injured at this time.

"I don't care about your three moves, today, you must die!" Chen Mu roared hysterically, he no longer had the so-called composure he had before, let alone any demeanor.

The reason why he said three moves before was because he felt that three moves would be enough to kill Wang Huai; even if he retreated ten thousand steps, if Wang Huai blocked his three moves with all his might, he would be seriously injured. Leaving with the attitude of a reporter, and earning a reputation.

Only in the current situation, he can't accept it, the three tricks, the loser is not Wang Huai, but him.

Chen Mu glanced at the eight people who came with him, and shouted, "Why are you still standing there, kill him."

Ever since, eight people, four in late Mahayana stage, and four in half-step crossing the catastrophe, rushed towards Wang Huai with Chen Mu.

At this time, Brother Pingtou, who had been watching the show, finally moved his pace.

"This kid hasn't let me down. Now, it's time for this Beastmaster to perform."

After finishing speaking, Brother Pingtou yawned, and a spirit spar appeared in his front paw.

"Shua..." Brother Pingtou threw that piece of Lingjing stone into the air.

In the void, led by Chen Mu and assisted by the other eight masters, they surrounded Wang Huai from different directions.

With such a lineup, even if Wang Huai's strength is really not inferior to Chen Mu's, it may not help. After all, these eight people are not just people.

"kill"

"buzz"

In an instant, a golden light suddenly flashed in the void, and then saw that except for Chen Mu, the other eight people all stopped and froze in mid-air.

Of course, it was not because they were willing to stop, but because they found that their hands, feet and even their whole bodies were bound at this moment.

It was as if there was an invisible net in the void that caught them, not only that, but that net also merged into their bodies and trapped their souls.

The soul and body were bound. At this moment, these invincible masters became lambs to be slaughtered. Even a master at the golden core stage could kill them one by one with a dagger.

"What's going on?" Chen Mu noticed this scene and stopped in his tracks.

"Young Master Chen, save me, save me." One of the masters whose strength was half-step through the tribulation struggled to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth, his tone full of panic.

"How is it possible, what method did you use?" Chen Mu looked at Wang Huai. At this time, he no longer dared to see Wang Huai as an ordinary late Mahayana.

To be honest, Wang Huai was a little surprised when those eight people were suddenly pinned down, but he soon realized that Brother Pingtou should have made the move, because those eight people were all trapped in the formation.

"I forgot to tell you, besides I like to study the power of the soul, I am also a master of divine patterns." Wang Huai sneered, and stepped forward, the golden divine patterns under his feet continued to flash out, directly appearing on the person who spoke just now. Beside the half-step tribulation master.

"If you think you can save them, you can try." Wang Huai glanced at Chen Mu, then waved his hand, and the Fuxi sword came out, and the master who had crossed the tribulation in half a step grunted, and his head fell to the ground.