The dragon roar resounded through the mountains and valleys, and the domineering dragon power made the juniors tremble. There were dozens of feet of flaming dragons beside Chen Mu.

The ring on the top of the mountain was filled with fire, and the older generations around him were envious and amazed in their eyes.

When Zhao Feiyan saw Chen Mu performing the Dragon Roar Sword stance, they were in a desperate situation. When they saw the Dragon Roar Sword stance, they couldn't help but recall the scene of that day.

Chen Mu's strength has increased several times, but the Dragon Roar Sword stance he used today was not as shocked as in desperate situations. He obviously did not use all his strength.

However, for the junior Lingyun Sect who saw the Long Yin sword for the first time, it was amazing! It was hard to describe it in words!

In the reward pavilion, Elder Hong walked to the corridor on the sixth floor. He looked at Peak No. 1 from afar and saw the firelight surrounding the sky. Fireworks were shining in his muddy eyes. "Junior Sister Jiang was also this old, and the phoenix was beyond the sky, shocking the world!"

Mountain No. 1.

Deacon Liu Rong's scalp was numb. He couldn't control this intensity duel. Fortunately, there were many strong people around him, so there were no need to worry about accidents.

Zhou Zhi of Tianji Pavilion was shocked. He knew that Chen Mu was talented, but his talent was so stubborn that he caught up with Jiang Fuxian.

Zhao Sisi's face was solemn. Facing the powerful dragon power, she was trembling and could only grit her teeth and persevere. The fire dragon condensed by Chen Mu was entrenched on the ring, and her body stood up several feet high.

"Uncle Master is so fierce!"

"Junior Sister Zhao should admit defeat. With such a collision, she will inevitably be injured!"

It is difficult to grasp the strength of this kind of collision, and Zhao Sisi will inevitably be injured when she hits her head.

The powerful sects around him remained silent, Qin Nishang and Zeng Changsheng were expressionless, and they looked at the ring quietly.

Zhao Sisi's sword pointed in front of her, swinging upwards, and the huge green lotus rose into the air, and she did not choose to admit defeat.

The green lotus seemed small in front of the fire dragon. The fire dragon entrenched, and a force dragged Chen Mu into the air. He seemed to be standing on the dragon's back.

The younger generations around kept exclaiming.

Chen Mu held the wings tightly. Since Zhao Si was fighting in thought, he would have fun with her.

The fire dragon spit out a hot pillar of fire, the green lotus bathed in the fire, instantly turning into a dazzling fire lotus, and the petals of the lotus are constantly withering.

The younger generations around were very quiet, and they were staring at them. Such a wonderful battle could only be seen during the duel of the Sword King, but this was just a battle between two sword masters.

"Jinghong!" Zhao Sisi thought silently in her heart. Her legs bent slightly and the ground was broken instantly.

Zhao Sisi jumped up, her wrist flipped over, her hands tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and a slash that shook the sky through the sky, the fire lotus shattered, and the blue and white sword light rushed straight to Chen Mu.

This is the sword that accumulates power. The sword light made many junior sword kings frightened.

Many strong men were watching the ring.

The green light was extremely fast, and the sword came in a flash. The fire dragon was cut open by the green light. Chen Mu was holding his hands high above his head, and Zhao Feiyan frowned. She knew that Chen Mu was going to perform the three thousand dragon dance, but did she have enough time?

Chen Mu did not dodge. He wanted to try the streamlined Three Thousand Dragon Dance, swinging his sword smoothly, and the broken flames around him were swimming with the sword, and finally slashed out with the sword light.

No power accumulation.

Directly perform the Three Thousand Dragon Dance.

This is the cutting sword force that Chen Mu realized.

Zeng Changsheng looked solemn. The moment Chen Mu set out his sword, he felt familiar, but he couldn't recall it for a while.

When the golden-red sword light slashed out, the broken fire dragon had not yet condensed. At the moment when the golden-red sword light collided with the blue-white sword light, the fire dragon reunited. The blue-white sword light was like a kite string, and suddenly broke, and the fire dragon rushed straight to Zhao Sisi and left.

Suddenly cries sounded at the scene.

They were worried about Zhao Sisi.

Zhao Sisi was still in the air, and the fire dragon was so close that she could not escape now.

"Give up!"

Liu Rong was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

He didn't know whether he should stop this battle now. The powerful sects around him did not express his opinion. He could only watch in a hurry, for fear that something would happen to Zhao Sisi later would be the one who would take responsibility in the end.

Qin Nishang smiled and the winner was decided. She was very satisfied with Chen Mu's performance.

Zeng Changsheng did not take action to stop the battle because he saw that Zhao Sisi had not given up yet.

Zhao Sisi raised her right arm and crossed her sword in front of her, trying to resist the impact of the fire dragon.

Chen Mu stood in the air with his feet on his wings, carrying domineering pressure on his body. He watched the fire dragon swallow Zhao Sisi and frowned slightly.

Bang.

Boom.

An explosion sounded.

Zhao Sisi fell heavily on the ring.

The onlookers all felt very painful, and the vicinity of Peak No. 1 became very quiet.

"Ahem."

Zhao Sisi was coughing up blood.

She stood up with the pain, with scars on her forehead, many holes burned in the white socks and skirt, and her right arm was under the impact, and the blood stains and sleeves were stuck together.

Liu Rong persuaded: "Zhao Sisi, you are powerless to fight again, give up!"

The younger generations around me all felt sorry for her. Isn’t it better to admit defeat early for such a beautiful girl?

"Senior Sister Zhao, give up."

"Junior Sister Zhao, give up."

Everyone was urging her to admit defeat.

Jin Yuanshan shook his head slightly and said, "Senior Brother Zeng, if you fight again, this child may be seriously injured!"

Zeng Changsheng smiled bitterly, "This child has suffered a lot, and she can bear this little bit of pain."

Chen Mu used his mind power to transmit his voice, "You are very awesome, I want to win, sorry."

"Uncle Master, I still want to try it." Zhao Sisi had not given up yet.

Chen Mu landed on the ring, and returned to his hands. Zhao Sisi stood opposite him with scars.

However, she suddenly put away her sword.

The younger generation around thought she was going to give up, and then Zhao Sisi pinched the sword with her left hand and put it on her mouth.

Then golden light filled the whole body.

"Thought power."

"I didn't expect that she would still be a teacher."

The strong men in the sect were all surprised.

Lingyun Sect is a Sword Sect. There is no strong master in the sect. Zeng Changsheng is not a master, so Zhao Sisi can only learn the art of chanting by himself.

"She deserves the title of the genius of Lingyun Sect with such superb sword skills and such strong mental power." An older generation praised.

Everyone was amazed that Zhao Sisi was still good at chanting skills, so only Zhao Feiyan shook her head slightly and used chanting skills in front of Chen Mu, and ants shook the tree.

Countless golden lightsabers were freed from her body, and dozens of golden lightsabers whistled like a tornado. This is an attack-type thought technique.

"really."

Chen Mu was not too surprised.

He just felt that Zhao Si had a strong mind and it was not surprising that she could use chanting techniques. These golden light swords looked gorgeous, but their power was not as powerful as Jinghong's sword just now.

Chen Mu waved his sword to end the battle, but he used his sword skills to break the sky. The golden sword light broke out from the sky, and the oncoming golden sword swords were broken one after another, dissipating like streams of light in the sky.

The older generation shook his head slightly. It was indeed amazing that Zhao Sisi could use lyricism, but the lyricism she used was far less powerful than the sword skills.

Zhao Sisi's sword finger was still on her mouth, and blood was flowing from her eyebrows. A blood-stained sword light overflowed from her eyebrows. The sword light was very strong, but when she met the golden red sword light that Chen Mu slashed out, it was broken. Chen Mu's sword skills were too domineering.

The golden and red sword light approached Zhao Sisi.

The younger generation around him looked frightened.

If you take it head-on this time, you will definitely be seriously injured!

Zeng Changsheng suddenly appeared on the ring, and the golden sword light did not even touch his robe, so it was easily wiped out.

"Young brother, you won."

"My junior brother has met Senior Brother Zeng."

Chen Mu met many juniors and older generations during this sect competition.

The younger generations around them all breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't want a cute girl like Zhao Sisi to be seriously injured. Then the No. 1 Peak became lively. They saw the battle holding their breath. Uncle Junior was worthy of being Uncle Junior, suppressing Zhao Sisi throughout the whole process.

Chen Ze's eyes were hot, and he was not afraid of Chen Mu's surprise at all. Instead, he was more looking forward to the collision with Chen Mu in the finals.

The younger generations of Lingyun Sect around them recognized Chen Mu from the bottom of their hearts, and their eyes were full of respect. If they wanted to be respected, they had to show their strength.

Zhao Sisi looked at Chen Mu, "Uncle Master, I am so stupid. I actually want to force you to use all your strength!"

Chen Mu responded with his divine thoughts, "You are very powerful and have a strong lyricism. If you have the opportunity to continue to compete."

"OK."
To be continued...