But for all this, Nangong Mu didn't say anything at all, didn't even say a word, just stood there quietly.
"Um... Nangong Mu, why don't you introduce me?" The Tiandao Pavilion disciple in charge waited for a while and finally couldn't help but remind him.
After all, in today's situation, an eye-catching introduction can sometimes be the first step to fame.
"Nangong Mu." After hearing the words of the Tiandao Pavilion disciple, Nangong Mu nodded slightly, and then formally cupped his hands towards Qiu Jingfeng.
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It can be said that Nangong Mu's actions were indeed polite, but the surrounding sect disciples and Qiu Jingfeng, who was standing opposite Nangong Mu, were obviously speechless.
In fact, not only the surrounding disciples and soldiers were shocked and speechless, but the Tiandao Pavilion disciple in charge also did not expect that Nangong Mu only said three words.
Is that all
The Tiandao Pavilion disciple in charge wanted to remind him again, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back because, judging from Nangong Mu's expression, he really had no intention of continuing.
"Tiandao Pavilion versus the Nangong family, the first match, Nangong Mu versus Qiu Jingfeng, begins!" The voice of the disciple of Tiandao Pavilion finally rang out.
And just as his voice fell, two long swords, one long and one short, were drawn out from Qiu Jingfeng's back. They were two long swords of different colors, one red and one white.
However, the moment Qiu Jingfeng's sword came out, a figure had already arrived directly in front of him, less than one step away, with eyes as calm as water.
"So fast!"
"You're actually one step ahead in terms of speed?"
The surrounding sect disciples were shocked, obviously a little surprised by Nangong Mu's initiative and speed.
Qiu Jingfeng was also a little surprised, and his face changed slightly. After all, in his heart and state, he should have the advantage.
But he was surprised. Qiu Jingfeng made a move quickly. He did not choose to use his realm advantage to suppress Nangong Mu. Instead, he cautiously took a step back and then slashed down with the red sword. A stream of light flashing with crimson flames appeared in the air.
A red light flashed, and the surrounding air seemed to be ignited.
The strength of the Holy Realm is indeed fundamentally different from that of the Reincarnation Realm. This represents the ultimate control of the Tao, and the power is fully displayed in every move.
But such a stream of red light did not stop Nangong Mu from getting closer, and Nangong Mu didn't even mean to avoid it.
He rushed towards the crimson stream of light.
"Boom!" Nangong Mu's body directly broke through the flames in front of him, and like a demon rushing out of the flames, he approached Qiu Jingfeng again.
"How could he be so strong?!" Even though Qiu Jingfeng had been prepared, he still couldn't react to Nangong Mu's strength.
After all, he is in the holy realm!
A strong man in the Holy Realm was actually suppressed and beaten by a person in the Reincarnation Realm? Moreover, the opponent didn't even dodge his moves, which was really a bit excessive.
Qiu Jingfeng was a little angry.
However, this anger was quickly suppressed by him, because he knew the significance of this battle very well, and he also knew his mission in this battle.
Can't lose!
At least, we can’t lose to Nangong Mu!
"Open!" Qiu Jingfeng let out a soft drink. His figure was fixed, and a complex silver-white character lit up on his forehead. Then, with his body as the center, a circle of extremely violent silver-white breath appeared. It also rose up from the soles of his feet, completely wrapping his body in it like a chain.
"Crack, click, click!" A series of sounds were heard in the air at this moment, as if being crushed by the cold wind and the icy cold air.
And for all this…
Nangong Mu still had no intention of stopping.
Very directly, he rushed towards Qiu Jingfeng again, and he didn't even draw his sword, he just punched out with a simple punch.
"Boom!" There was an explosion.
Qiu Jingfeng's body flew backwards, as if there was no resistance, and he retreated for ten steps before he could barely stop.
"What...what's going on?!"
"That punch just now!"
"Am I dazzled? His punch actually broke Qiu Jingfeng's 'Ice Wind Chain'?!"
The eyes of the surrounding sect disciples also widened at this moment, because they all clearly saw that Nangong Mu's punch just now did not receive any resistance at all.
To put it bluntly, under Nangong Mu's punch, the circles of ice wind chains around Qiu Jingfeng's body felt like decorations and had no effect.
"Ahem...what's going on?" Qiu Jingfeng's eyes were also in disbelief, because there was no light on Nangongmu's fist.
A very ordinary punch.
But just such a punch broke his path. If he hadn't reacted in time and used the silver dagger in his hand to block Nangong Mu's fist at the last moment, I'm afraid he would have taken more than ten steps back.
However, Qiu Jingfeng's doubts were obviously impossible to answer, because Nangong Mu had already rushed over again, faster than before.
"Too much bullying!" Qiu Jingfeng is now a strong man in the Holy Realm, so he naturally has some dignity. After consecutive misses, he finally couldn't bear it any longer.
Two long swords, one long and one short, danced around the body, and circles of silver-white chains and circles of red flames also appeared at the same time.
Wind can help fire, and wind can also freeze ice!
These are two completely different breaths. However, when there is wind in the middle, they can coexist in a short period of time and produce great power.
However, Nangong Mu still did not dodge.
"Whoa!" When Nangong Mu was only two steps away from Qiu Jingfeng, his body was finally wrapped in silver chains and red flames.
"Suffer death!" Qiu Jingfeng looked at this scene and naturally could not give up such an opportunity. He jumped lightly and slashed the red sword in his hand from top to bottom.
But the moment his sword reached the top of Nangong Mu's head, a hand stretched out from the package of silver chains and red flames, and grabbed his wrist holding the red sword.
Then, Qiu Jingfeng felt a huge force coming from his hand, and then, a bone-chilling pain surged over him quickly.
And it's not over yet.
At the same time as the pain was felt, another fist rushed out from the package of silver chains and red flames, and hit his chest directly.
"Impossible!" Qiu Jingfeng had sweat on his forehead, but at the critical moment, he still acted in the most calm manner, blocking his chest again with the silver dagger in his hand.
The terrifying force came, like mountains and rivers surging wildly. Even though Qiu Jingfeng blocked his fist at the last moment, it was still inevitably thrown into the air.
"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood spurted out from Qiu Jingfeng's mouth, and then his body fell heavily to the ground. His right wrist was twisted, and the red sword fell to the side with a "ding" sound.
"Senior Brother Jingfeng, you are actually at a disadvantage?!"
"What's going on? When did Nangong Mu become so strong?"
"It feels like this is exactly Yan Qing's style of play, but Nangong Mu shouldn't have an immortal body? Why is this happening?!"
It was almost impossible for the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion not to be surprised when they saw Qiu Jingfeng spitting out a mouthful of blood and looking obviously pale.
After all, they all had some impression of Nangong Mu's battle in Tiandao Pavilion a few months ago, and it was definitely not as exaggerated as it is now.
It can even be said that there is one sky and one earth.
"This Nangong Mu is weird!" Mu Qingfeng also frowned at this moment, staring at Nangong Mu closely, obviously extremely surprised.
"It feels like Nangong Mu has restrained Jingfeng!" An elder standing behind Mu Qingfeng also nodded lightly at this moment.
"Not only is it restrained, Jingfeng's 'Ice Wind Chain' looks like it is deliberately avoiding Nangong Mu. It's really strange!" Another elder also said.
"In just a few months... what happened to Nangong Mu?" Mu Qingfeng did not continue the discussion with the two elders, but his brows became more and more frowned.
And in the Shadow Gate...
Yan Qing's eyes lit up at this moment.
"Nangong Mu, I haven't seen you for a few months, and you have become so strong!" Yan Qing rarely spoke actively, but at this moment, Yan Qing's face did have a kind of excitement that could not be concealed.
"Can you beat me?" Wu Yu'er's eyebrows tightened slightly, and then she looked at Yan Qing behind her and asked.
"Can't beat him." Yan Qing shook his head.
"Eh? I thought you were going to say you didn't know? You actually took the initiative to admit defeat. But I remember that you have never admitted defeat before?" Wu Yu'er let out a light sigh, obviously a little surprised by Yan Qing's confession.
"No, I have already lost once, at the hands of Fang Zhengzheng, and Nangong Mu now... should be stronger than Fang Zhengzheng at that time!"
"Is it stronger than integrity?" Wu Yu'er's body trembled slightly, and a complex light flashed through her dark eyes for a moment, but she soon regained her composure.
However, when she looked at Nangong Mu in the field, there was already a hint of solemnity in her expression, because she knew very well that if Tiandao Pavilion really lost, then in the second round of the martial arts competition , the shadow goalkeeper has half a chance to face the Nangong family.
"Nangong Mu?" Dao Hun also murmured at this moment, and then looked at Yan Xiu who was standing behind Dao Xin with a vague gaze.
At this moment, Dao Xin gently fiddled with the hair that fell on his shoulders. He seemed to be a little surprised, but he didn't say anything.
As for Lingyun Tower…
But it is relatively peaceful.
At least, Qian Yu's eyes were not too solemn. On the contrary, there was a hint of unfinished relief in Qian Yu's eyes, as if he hadn't thought too much at all.
But the surrounding sect disciples all had their eyes widened at this moment. They looked at Nangong Mu and then Qiu Jingfeng. They couldn't believe their eyes.
"Qiu Jingfeng is actually injured?!"
"This boy named Nangong Mu is actually so powerful!"
"It's incredible. Qiu Jingfeng is a strong man in the Holy Realm. This Nangong Mu can suppress him so easily. Isn't it too exaggerated?"
"Yes, Yan Xiu and Ping Yang's opponents are both in the reincarnation realm, so it makes sense to have realm suppression, but Nangong Mu's opponent is Qiu Jingfeng, which is simply unbelievable!"
The sect disciples around him really couldn't understand, but they all remembered a name in his heart, and that name was Nangong Mu.
"Are you in the holy realm?" Qiu Jingfeng could obviously hear the discussions around him, which also made his face turn from pale to slightly purple, and his breathing became heavier.
Nangong Mu didn't speak, just stood quietly on the spot, as if he didn't hear Qiu Jingfeng's question at all, but silently showed two long swords, one green and one blue.
"Okay... It seems I'm naive!" Qiu Jingfeng didn't ask anymore, because Nangong Mu's attitude had clearly answered his question.
Without waiting any longer, his body quickly lowered, and his right wrist was pressed to the ground by him, and then he twisted it forward forcefully.
"Crack!" A sound.
Qiu Jingfeng frowned. It was obvious that this method of forced bone setting also caused him some pain, but he did not make a sound.
Just at the moment when his wrist was reattached, his right hand moved, and the red sword that fell on the ground was sucked into his hand by a huge suction force.
"Okay, come on!" Qiu Jingfeng held the sword in his right hand again, and slowly stood up straight, with a firm light shining in his eyes again.
Nangong Mu also nodded slightly at this moment, unfolding the blue swords in his hands, and two colors of light, one green and one blue, also lit up on the sword tips.
However, it quickly disappeared.
And the moment the green and blue light disappeared, a flash of white like ice and snow also lit up, as crystal clear as jade, and filled with a powerful chill.
But I don't know why, this kind of coldness doesn't give people a biting or chilling atmosphere. It's very natural, as if this is a land of ice and snow.
In the sky, snowflakes fell one after another, slowly like petals, dancing gently in the air, spinning, completely covering the entire sky above the zenith.
"This Nangong Mu... No, Jingfeng, get out of the way!" Mu Qingfeng raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the sky. Then, his expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly shouted to Qiu Jingfeng.
However, it seemed that it was too late, because Nangong Mu had already moved. With a light step, his figure disappeared directly from the place. The next moment, Nangong Mu appeared in front of Qiu Jingfeng, and the sword in his hand also disappeared. When he arrived in front of Qiu Jingfeng, he was less than an inch away from Qiu Jingfeng's chest.
This kind of speed is very exaggerated, so exaggerated that it can no longer be described as fast.
Because this is teleportation!