I, my cultivation of immortality started from a mortal

"At this time, Mu Lin was still standing where he was, looking at Wang Sheng lightly.

However, Wang Sheng took a few steps back and barely stabilized his figure. There was still blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his heart was filled with turmoil. He didn't expect that the gap between him and Mullin was so big that he couldn't even block a move. In this case, he still I don’t know how much force the other party exerted.

"Wang Sheng, you have disappointed me so much. You are not qualified to be my opponent at all, and you are not qualified to let me draw the sword for you. But the sword has been unsheathed and you will quench your thirst with blood." Mullin said coldly.

At this time, Sect Master Fu was extremely worried. Of course he understood that there was a huge gap between Wang Sheng and Mulin. If they continued to fight, Wang Sheng might have an accident or even be killed by Mulin. He quickly said: "Wang Sheng, you and him The gap is too big, no need to show off, come down!"

Wang Sheng shook his head, looked at Sect Master Fu with firm eyes, and said, "Sect Master, this disciple will never give up."

Sect Leader Fu was anxious and said: "Wang Sheng, it doesn't matter if we lose. We still have a chance. If we continue to fight with him, it will be extremely dangerous. How can I explain to him? Come down quickly."

Wang Sheng still did not waver and said: "Sect Master, there is no need to persuade me, this disciple will never back down."

Everyone in the Jiuqing Sect was infected by Wang Sheng. This is the spirit of daring to fight. However, they were also worried about Wang Sheng. They could only pray in their hearts that nothing unexpected happened to Wang Sheng.

"Since you choose to die, then I will help you."

Wang Sheng had already taken the lead in launching the attack before Mu Lin took action. He was using elegant footwork. He vaguely felt that this footwork seemed familiar. It seemed to be very similar to Lin Yi's Steps of the Crowd, but compared with Lin Yi, it was too different. His purple hair flew away in the wind, and the blood stains on his mouth made Wang Sheng even more monstrous.

He came to Mullin in an instant and attacked his knife-holding hand, preventing him from launching normal attacks and deviating from his original moves, resulting in a decrease in his combat effectiveness.

But Mullin neutralized the enemy's intention with just a simple blow. At the same time, he pushed forward with his sword. The strong wind roared and had the potential to push thousands of troops across the road. Wherever it passed, there was no grass. Wu Sheng's sword skills have reached a state of perfection.

Wang Sheng saw that his offensive was so easily neutralized by Mullin, and that he could also launch an attack that was more tyrannical than before. Wang Sheng knew that he could not face the attack head-on, so he hurriedly retreated while waving the sword in his hand to resist the incoming attack. Strong enemy.

The moment the sword came into contact, fire flew out, and the sky was shattering. The air flow was rolling, rolling up dust and dust. Wang Sheng was unable to stop Mu Lin's blow, and was thrown away and fell to the ground.

Wang Sheng spurted out blood in large mouthfuls, and his spirit was extremely depressed. He trembled and struggled to stand up, but Mullin did not give Wang Sheng a chance to breathe and attacked continuously.

Wang Sheng's injuries became more and more serious. He was barely holding on with the help of others, but he knew that if he continued like this, he would not only be defeated, but he might actually be killed. But he did not flinch, and he only had one belief in his heart. , must win.

At this moment, everyone in the Jiuqing Sect saw that Wang Sheng was seriously injured, but still struggling to support him. While they were moved, they also hoped that he would quickly admit defeat. This was not a shame, but won everyone's respect.

Wang Sheng's eyes were determined, as if he had made a decision and used a secret method. Wang Sheng's momentum became stronger and stronger, and his physical injuries were improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Sect Master Fu's face changed wildly and shouted: "Wang Sheng, no!"

But it was too late. Wang Sheng's momentum had reached its peak, and his power had more than doubled, faintly surpassing Mullin.

Mullin saw Wang Sheng's sudden change and said coldly, "Even if you activate the secret method, you can't change today's outcome."

At this time, Wang Sheng will not waste time with him, otherwise when the time of the secret method passes, he will be completely dead without a burial place.

The improvement in skill brought about improvement in footwork. Wang Sheng swung the sword in his hand to kill Mu Lin. Before Mu Lin could see clearly, the sword had arrived. Mu Lin still waved the sword in his hand to neutralize the enemy's attack, but At the moment of contact, I realized that I couldn't stop it at all.

Mullin subconsciously increased his power, but it was too late. Although most of the power was blocked, Mullin's hand holding the knife still trembled uncontrollably, and blood flowed from his mouth.

Mullin's face became serious. At this time, Wang Sheng's strength had increased too much, and he could not block them all. Wang Sheng's footwork became more and more weird and faster. The sword marks on Mullin's body gradually became smaller and smaller. The blood is staining the clothes red, and he is very embarrassed, but he is not as cool as before.

The disciples of Jiuqing Sect were extremely excited, and the expressions on their faces were eloquent, but one person was not happy. After this battle, Wang Sheng might be crippled, how could he explain it.

Looking at Mu Lin with scars all over his body, Wang Sheng couldn't be happy. He was still unable to seriously injure him. The time to use the secret method was coming soon, and he must not fail. At this moment, Wang Sheng was even more crazy.

I saw that the sword in Wang Sheng's hand was getting stronger and stronger, but Wang Sheng's face became paler and paler, as if he might fall down at any time. The sword's energy had reached its peak, and it seemed to have strengthened a lot. In an instant, Shooting towards Mullin, success or failure depends on this.

Faced with Wang Sheng's blow, Mullin was frightened. At this moment, he was not the God of Death, but the God of Death was waving to him. He did not hesitate to use the secret technique to reach its peak and faced him.

The ring was turbulent, billowing dust rose from the ground, and suddenly there was an earth-shattering explosion, and no one could see what was happening in the ring.

I saw a figure coming to the ring in the blink of an eye, and a figure falling on the ring unaware of life or death, reaching out to pick it up and return.

This person was none other than Sect Master Fu, and the figure who fell on the ring was naturally Wang Sheng. He activated his secret technique twice and launched the final blow. He fell to the ground with a bang, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. If he could save his life, it would be a blessing. Even if he could save his life, he would be Become a useless person all your life.

Looking at Wang Sheng, Sect Master Fu's expression was extremely ugly.

At this time, a scream came from the ring...