Mu Xue and Mu Xue

Lin Mo's feet once again stepped on the land covered with dust and smoke. The moment he landed, there was still a trace of fatigue and vigilance in his eyes.

However, before he could gain a firm footing, or even have a second to breathe, a fist as big as a sandbag and making a whistling sound, packed with powerful force, rushed towards his face.

The fist came with such force that it seemed to smash his head directly.

Lin Mo thought to himself that something was wrong. His body had just landed on the ground and his center of gravity had not yet stabilized. It was too late for him to dodge with his flexible steps.

In desperation, he gripped the sword tightly with both hands and quickly held it across his body, trying to block the fatal blow.

"when!"

A crisp and loud sound of metal collision suddenly rang out, and the sound echoed in the empty venue.

The huge impact force spread throughout Lin Mo's body along the sword. He only felt his arms go numb, and his body staggered back uncontrollably for several meters. His feet left two deep marks on the ground before he could barely stabilize his body.

"I go!"

Lin Mo's eyes widened as he looked at the eyepatch monk not far away, his face full of astonishment and confusion. He shouted, "You're so strong, doesn't your hand hurt?"

At this moment, Lin Mo's heart was beating violently in his chest. On the one hand, he was glad that he had blocked the attack with his sword in time. On the other hand, he also knew that the strength of the eye-patch monk in front of him was unfathomable, and his situation would become even more difficult in the future.

Just three seconds later, the eyepatch monk rushed towards Lin Mo again with the agility of a cheetah, kicking up dust on the ground beneath his feet. He said in a calm and somewhat scary tone, "It doesn't hurt. Don't talk nonsense. I won't give you a chance to delay!"

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell, making people shudder.

Another 2 seconds passed, and when it was 5 seconds, Lin Mo suddenly showed a sly smile on his face and shouted, "Hey!

You don’t need to worry about that!”

He knew very well that at this critical moment of life and death, any emotional fluctuation could affect the final outcome, so he tried hard to keep calm, while his brain was working rapidly, thinking about how to deal with it.

Finally, 6 seconds is up!

Two breaths of time passed quietly, and the result of this draw was announced at this time - red!

At this critical moment, a dazzling red lightning seemed to be summoned from the sky above, and it struck Lin Mo's position with lightning speed.

The thunder carried the power and momentum to destroy everything. The surrounding air was ionized by it, making a "sizzling" sound.

Even though the speed of the eye-patch monk was already so fast that ordinary people could hardly reach it, in front of this extremely domineering thunder, his speed seemed insignificant.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the red thunder landed accurately on the long sword held tightly in Lin Mo's hand.

In an instant, an incomparably powerful aura spread out from the long sword to the surroundings, like surging waves.

The eye-patch monk was the first to be hit and was blown away by this powerful force.

His body drew an arc in the air, like a kite with a broken string, flew backwards several feet, and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

“Straightforward!

From the sky!

Clean and neat!

Lin Mo looked at the long sword in his hand that was shining with red lightning, and a surge of heroic ambition surged in his heart.

At this moment, he seemed to have merged with the power of thunder between heaven and earth, becoming the god of thunder who dominated the battlefield.

He shouted loudly and swung the sword in his hand again. A thundering sword energy that was thicker, more dazzling, and more powerful than last time instantly whizzed out from the blade.

This sword energy was like an angry red dragon, pouncing towards the eye-patch monk with its fangs and claws bared. Wherever it went, the air was torn apart, making a "crackling" sound, giving people an extremely terrifying feeling, as if it could easily tear everything in the world into pieces.

“You absolutely can’t force it this time!

Otherwise you’ll die!!”

At this moment, the eye-patch monk was shocked as he looked at the lightning sword energy that was rapidly attacking him.

For the first time, fear and panic were revealed in his eyes, and his originally calm aura became a little disordered.

He knew very well that the power of this sword energy was not something he could easily resist. If he took it head-on, he would probably be killed.

At this moment, he was still in the air being blown away by the aftermath of the red thunder, his body flying backwards uncontrollably, unable to make any effective evasive moves.

He felt like a lamb to be slaughtered, and the shadow of death was rapidly looming over him.

"I can only use the earth element."

The eye-patch monk made a quick decision between life and death.

He was seen trying to endure the discomfort in the air, twisting his body forcefully and doing an extremely thrilling backflip.

Then he stretched out one palm and pushed hard against the ground, trying to use the force to stabilize his body.

However, because the inertia of the body when it was blown away was too great, just this one push against the ground was not enough to completely stop the flying body.

Then he did several backflips in succession, each time using one arm to stubbornly support his body, fighting a desperate battle against the powerful inertia.

Finally, after four consecutive backflips, he finally managed to stabilize his body and stood firmly on the ground with both feet.

Every time he put his palms on the ground, a magical scene happened.

The arena in front of him seemed to be summoned by some mysterious force and quickly rose up. A thick earth wall rose from the ground, blocking the path of the red thunder sword energy.

The eye-patch monk tried to use this to block the powerful sword energy and buy himself a chance to breathe.

However, what made him despair was that every earth wall seemed so fragile in the face of the red sword energy.

The powerful force contained in the red sword energy seemed to be able to easily tear apart anything that blocked it.

The red sword energy was like an extremely sharp blade. Wherever it passed, the earth walls were cut in two and turned into countless pieces of earth and stone fragments scattered all over the ground.

The eye-patch monk did four backflips and raised four earth walls, but these walls did not block the thundering sword energy at all. They were all cut in half by the terrifying sword energy one by one. The sword energy still surged towards him at the same speed, and the breath of death became more and more intense.

"Is there no way to hide?!"

A feeling of despair surged in the eye-patch monk's heart. At this moment, his eyes were wide open, staring at the red lightning sword energy flying towards him at a high speed. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead and dripped into the dust raised by his feet.

After the Seven Thunder Wheels evolved, the thunder power it bestowed had become even stronger and more violent.

The power it releases now is not only enough to smash ordinary stones easily, but even hard metal can be cut into two pieces in an instant like cutting tofu. Such powerful power is rare in this world.

If the eye-patch monk really took the sword energy head-on regardless of the consequences, even if he could survive by chance with his profound cultivation, he would probably be seriously injured.

The consequence of that serious injury would most likely prevent him from recovering to his peak condition for a long time to come, and might even affect his future path of cultivation.

"We give up!!"

At this critical moment, a loud and urgent voice suddenly rang out.

As the voice echoed in the air, a figure appeared without warning in front of the eyepatch monk on the stage.

This person is so fast, like a ghost, making it difficult to track his whereabouts.

He stretched out his hands without hesitation and quickly formed a defensive light curtain in front of him to meet the red lightning sword energy.

In an instant, light flashed, energy surged, and a powerful impact force spread out in all directions, raising a cloud of dust.

When the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a closer look revealed that the man was none other than the deputy captain of the Golden Armor Army - Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong is tall and strong, wearing a golden armor. The armor shines brightly under the sunlight, exuding a majestic and solemn atmosphere.

His face was as if carved by a knife or an axe, with strong lines. Beneath his sword-like brows, his pair of bright eyes revealed a deep and resolute look that made people dare not look directly at him.

"competition is over!

Dragon Tiger Academy wins!"

Although Li Yunlong was not the referee of this game, due to his status and prestige in the academy, he also had the right to announce the result of the game.

Of course, he also knew that the result of this competition had to be convincing to the public, otherwise it would inevitably cause many unnecessary disputes and troubles.

His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing throughout the entire stadium and clearly reaching everyone's ears.

At this time, Lin Mo was standing on the stage, looking at the sudden scene in front of him, his face full of disbelief.

His eyes were wide open and his mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but he was so shocked by the scene before him that he was speechless.

He never imagined that the evolved red thunder would have such powerful power.

You know, the difference in power between smashing an object and cutting it in half is not a little bit. They are two completely different concepts.

Lin Mo's eyes followed Li Yunlong's figure closely, watching him slowly walk down the Taitai area.

Suddenly, Lin Mo froze in place as if he had been cast under a spell.

It turned out that when he saw Li Yunlong walking away, he turned around and gave him a meaningful look.

There seemed to be a sense of encouragement and expectation in his eyes, as if silently saying to him: "Keep going! I'm rooting for you!"

After a while, Lin Mo came back to his senses as if waking from a dream.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm his excitement, then walked down the ring slowly with slightly heavy steps.

"ah--!

I haven’t had enough fun yet!

It’s over so soon. Sigh, I don’t know when I’ll get to draw red next time. But since red is so much stronger, the power contained in other colors should not be weak either. I really don’t know what I’ll get next time?

So, when will I be able to freely choose the color of these seven thunders?"

Lin Mo's heart was filled with curiosity and anticipation. As he walked down the stage, he pondered these questions in his mind.

"you?"

At this moment, a slightly mocking voice sounded in Lin Mo's mind. It was the voice of Qi Lei.

Qi Lei's tone was full of contempt, as if he looked down upon Lin Mo greatly.

"At the very least, you should reach the realm I reached back then. However, given your current situation, your foundation is too weak, and you don't have any natural talent, so I'm afraid you'll have to reach the Divine Realm."

Qi Lei's words were like a bucket of cold water, ruthlessly extinguishing the glimmer of hope that had just ignited in Lin Mo's heart.

"..."

Lin Mo was speechless for a moment after hearing Qi Lei's words.

Divine realm!

He knew clearly in his heart that he was only in the Soul Realm now, and there was a gap of five major realms and more than 20,000 stars between him and the Divine Realm!

The gap between them is like a chasm, difficult to cross.

He couldn't help but sigh slightly, and secretly made up his mind to practice hard and challenge the unreachable divine realm. Even if the road ahead was full of difficulties and obstacles, he would never give up easily.