Mu Wudi couldn't gather the spiritual energy in his body. Under Peng Junyue's attack, he could only keep retreating. Every time Peng Junyue landed, it felt like a huge mountain was falling. Every punch landed in his body, causing blood and blood to surge in his body. Flying across.
The bright red blood continued to flow, slowly dyeing his whole body red. The whole person seemed to have just stepped out of the blood pool, completely turning into a bloody man.
Slowly, a ferocious and violent energy surged out of his body, and the huge blood shark shadow behind him reappeared, and the color of the shadow was even richer than before.
The previous blood shark phantom seemed to choose people to eat, but the current blood shark phantom is more like an injured blood shark that fell into madness!
Boundless ferocity surged around, and a strange red flashed across Mu Wudi's eyes.
Blood shark, blood shark, only the blood shark that sheds blood after being injured is the real blood shark.
"How dare you use your blood shark martial spirit!"
Behind Peng Junyue, a circle of earth-yellow light appeared, and the rich, fainting stench burst out again.
"It's useless. Did you know? My master's two martial souls can be used at the same time and merged into one. I wanted to save them until the end, but I didn't expect that you would force them out."
Blue ice flames suddenly emerged from Mu Wudi's body. The blue ice and blood-red blood merged and seemed to merge into one.
The yellow stench had just begun to spread, but the next moment, there was a burst of hissing sounds, and it was frozen into pieces of ice particles under the cold flames, and then burned into nothingness.
"Damn it."
Peng Junyue looked ugly. Although his stinking spirit was terrifying, it was not unlimited. After using it once, it would take time to use it again. Now that the spirit is being used forcefully, the power cannot be compared to the normal use the first time. In comparison, otherwise, no matter how strong Mu Wudi's flames were, they would not be able to burn and evaporate his stench.
Nowadays, the stinking spirit is useless and can only rely on the destiny spirit.
Above Peng Junyue's head, two smiling faces and three crying faces began to rotate again. Just as soon as he couldn't breathe, Wuhun stopped rotating, and a big crying face was directed at Mu Wudi's position.
Cry... cry face...
Peng Junyue's face turned dark. In an instant, his eyes became dark. He could not see anything. His sense of smell, touch, hearing... all five senses were lost instantly!
With the Destiny Martial Spirit, if you have a smiling face, you will get good luck, but if you have a crying face, you will get bad luck.
There is luck and bad luck, this is the soul of destiny.
But the problem is that he himself can't control luck or bad luck with this martial spirit. Whether he gets good luck or bad luck after using it still depends on luck.
Now, he got bad luck.
"bump… "
Suddenly, a muffled sound came.
Peng Junyue suddenly felt a sudden surge in his chest, and a vast force suddenly broke through his body-protecting spiritual energy and rushed straight into his body. The violent aura raged crazily in his body, shaking all the internal organs in his body as if they were about to shatter. Usually, there are waves of heartbreaking pain.
With all five senses lost, he was unable to attack at all and could only defend instinctively, but this defense had almost no effect.
Mu Wudi landed one blow after another. Under the crazy attack, Peng Junyue's body continued to explode, pieces of flesh flew up, and the whole person continued to retreat, and then retreat.
Finally, when he felt that his internal organs were about to be completely shattered, the light returned to his eyes and his five senses recovered again.
"bump!"
The next moment, there was another muffled sound, and Peng Junyue flew backwards as if being knocked out by a ferocious beast, and fell heavily under the ring.
"Damn, there's only one step left..." Peng Junyue raised his head with difficulty and looked at Mu Wudi standing on the ring, with a look of unwillingness on his face. There was only one step left. As long as he could persist a little longer, he would have a chance to perform it again. Destiny Wuhun.
If he is lucky, Smiley's lucky, he will have a chance to turn defeat into victory.
He opened his mouth, but Peng Junyue didn't make any more sound. He fainted because he was too seriously injured.
"Fat man."
Zheng Shiyi jumped off the high platform and ran quickly in the direction of Peng Junyue.
"The winner is Mu Wudi!"
Below the ring, the referee's voice finally sounded again.
As this voice fell, everyone around the venue finally came to their senses and looked at Peng Junyue who had fallen on the ground, and then at Mu Mu who was still standing on the ring, but was also scarred and his whole body was stained red with blood. Invincible, sighs could not help but sound.
"I can't believe it, I really can't believe that Peng Junyue, who has always won by being humble, has such strength. If he hadn't met the Ten Heavenly Kings this time, I'm afraid he would have won."
"Even when meeting the Ten Heavenly Kings, if he had not been threatened and unable to use clandestine tactics, it is not certain who would win. His strongest skill was his clumsy tactics that were hard to guard against, and he did not use them this time."
"Yes, if he becomes obscene, I'm afraid even Zheng Shiyi may not be able to win."
"Peng Junyue is really terrible. In fact, Mu Wudi is lucky. His flame martial spirit can restrain Peng Junyue's stinky martial spirit. Otherwise, it is not certain who will win and who will lose?"
"Yes, the Destiny Martial Spirit that Peng Junyue used for the second time was bad luck. What if it was luck? I heard that if the Destiny Martial Spirit is lucky continuously, the bursts of luck will be superimposed. Of course... if it is unlucky, it will be really unlucky. How much? How much luck can be exchanged for unlucky. That’s why it’s called the Balance Martial Spirit.”
Mu Wudi secretly let out a sigh of relief. The Destiny Martial Spirit was really unbelievable. If Peng Junyue was lucky to use the Destiny Martial Spirit for the second time, he might really be in danger of losing.
This fat man, as he had learned before, should never have such strength.
Yes, there is also the fat man’s treasure.
Mu Wudi stood up and walked towards the sea clan subordinates.
Half an hour later, Peng Junyue finally woke up and looked around, but he was still in the lively venue of the Shenhou Conference, surrounded by Zheng Shiyi, Huanshi and Mo Xing.
"I said, you three are so unjust. I've been hurt so much, Fatty, and why don't you send Fatty back quickly and leave him here?" Peng Junyue stared at Zheng Shiyi and the others. .
"You are recuperating when you go back, and you are recuperating here. What's more, there is a miracle doctor sent by King Lu here. Don't be dissatisfied." Huanshi glared at Peng Junyue angrily, and habitually raised his hand to punch Peng Junyue. , but seeing Peng Junyue's injury, he changed his voice and said: "But you, a fat man, never thought you have such strength."
"But Fatty still lost." Peng Junyue said with a look of reluctance on his face: "It's a pity, there is not enough time. If you give me a few more days to understand the discussion between Old Shiyi and you, I will win this time. Maybe it’s me, Fatty.”
"There is no way you can defeat him in a short period of time." Huanshi shook his head slightly and said: "This time you performed beyond your level. It was because of your anger that you burst out with such power."
"Who said it was anger? Fatty is already powerful. Fatty, I..." Peng Junyue was talking when the door in front of him opened and Mu Wudi appeared in the room.
Glancing at the room built by the Shenhou Assembly to temporarily treat the injured, Mu Wudi took out a Qiankun bag and placed it on the table in front of Peng Junyue, saying in a calm tone: "This is your treasure."
As soon as Peng Junyue heard the word "treasure", he didn't look hurt at all. His face suddenly regained its vitality. He reached out and grabbed the treasure and looked through it. After looking through it, his expression gradually returned to calm, and then But he showed a look of dissatisfaction and shouted: "I said, you are too unreasonable. You took away the fat man's treasure and returned it in full? Which bank now lends money without interest?"
Mu Wudi's face twitched obviously: "If it's not a lot, I will leave."
"Why do you want to keep it if you don't leave?" Peng Junyue glared at Mu Wudi and said, "Do you still want Fat Master to thank you? Take away Fat Master's treasure without paying interest. Fat Master really hasn't seen you. I've never seen someone so stingy as you.
Also, you're lucky this time. If Fatty hadn't been threatened by you and didn't prepare well, do you think you could win? "
"Oh? Are you talking about your obscene technique?" Mu Wudi laughed disdainfully, and a strong self-confidence suddenly emerged from his body: "You used your obscene technique, and the one who won in the end was still My lord."
"What do you know, you idiot? Do you know what extreme obscenity is?" Peng Junyue shook his head secretly as he spoke, and said to himself: "Unfortunately, Fatty, I haven't mastered cultivation yet, and I can't reach the extreme obscenity."
"Really? If you can do it, I can teach you what you call extreme vulgarity at any time." After Mu Wudi finished his last words, he opened the door and walked out of the room.
Peng Junyue laughed softly, his smile full of confidence, and whispered to himself: "Fat Master, my extreme vulgarity is not something that ordinary people like him can understand."
"Actually, it doesn't have to be vulgar." Huanshi looked at Peng Junyue and sighed: "I can't believe that you actually have two martial arts souls, and they are such special martial souls.
If that kind of destiny martial spirit were to have good luck continuously, even Junior Brother Shiyi would probably have a headache. "
"Don't worry, I won't give him a chance to use his martial arts." Zheng Shiyi looked at Peng Junyue with a strange smile.
"Old Shiyi, keep bragging. While the fat man hasn't studied the destiny martial soul yet, you should brag quickly. Otherwise, when the fat man has studied the destiny martial spirit, you won't have any chance to brag."
Peng Junyue said with a proud look on his face: "Fat Master, I am studying how to make the Destiny Martial Spirit appear lucky every time. If this is really achieved, then you, Old Shiyi, will not be in my eyes at all. Fat Master's goal will be Yes... In each of the great sects of Changcun, Fatty will directly collect the protection fee. If they don't pay, Fatty will directly activate the martial spirit.
Eating, sleeping, bullying men and dominating women, fighting for eternal life, that kind of life is simply not very enjoyable. "
As Peng Junyue spoke, he couldn't help but laugh obscenely again.
(End of chapter)