Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 65 A Fierce Battle

Because he took the stage, Zhu Yongxin and the other two all looked uneasy. They had finally won a stage and were beginning to think about the reward from the Peak Master, but in the end, this episode happened...

"Junior Brother Chen, do you also want to emulate Junior Brother Niu's amazing feat?"

Zhu Yongxin had contact with Chen Mu before, so he asked first in a cold voice.

"I'm afraid that my junior brother has chosen the wrong place and will become a laughing stock..."

"Why don't you just leave now, and save yourself from wasting so much time..."

Chen Mu smiled and nodded, seemingly agreeing with his next words. However, he put two fingers together on his right hand, hid them behind his back and raised them slightly, thinking to himself.

"When we attacked the arena earlier, I didn't see you talk so much... I'm trying to buy time, but how can I get what you want?"

The next moment, a pure cold breeze arose from the Gengqi Arena and blew slowly towards the three people, mixed with inconspicuous things in the biting cold wind.

Several clouds slowly gathered in the sky. Because they were so rare, the fluctuations of their magical power were also very weak under the concealment of Chen Mu's Spirit Turtle Breathing Technique. Everyone's attention was focused on the situation on the field, so only a few people with keen spiritual perception noticed anything unusual...

"Junior Sister Lin, what is this?"

The head of the sect naturally saw it clearly, but he did not understand Chen Mu's method of fighting the enemy. Since he had the advantage that the opponent could not detect, why did he not prepare some magic tricks that could win the battle and instead summon a few clouds?

Lin Shuyun also shook her head with a puzzled look. Although Chen Mu was a disciple of her peak, she had always only paid attention to those top disciples... and did not know him very well.

If Chen Mu knew the Sect Leader's question, he would probably smile bitterly. If he really had such a strong hiding ability, he would not choose to use these weak techniques.

Back on the court, it seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact, from the time Chen Mu waved his finger until now, it was only a few breaths.

The cold wind blew in, and the fine rain continued to intertwine, as if forming a huge net, silently enveloping the Gengqi Arena...

Chen Mu's mind moved, and he stopped talking nonsense. Without giving Zhu Yongxin and the other two a chance to use their spiritual sense to observe carefully, he immediately clenched his right hand, and a crystal clear water sword appeared. He took a step with one foot, and his whole body rushed towards the opposite side accompanied by fine rain.

Zhu Yongxin and the other two showed some movement in their expressions, and they all summoned up their magical powers.

The two male cultivators, one tall and one short, drove their flying swords together and stabbed at Chen Mu who was rushing towards them.

As for Zhu Yongxin, he played the jade flute behind the two of them, and a burst of cold and murderous flute sound came out, turning into a tangible sound wave that gathered together and flew towards Chen Mu at an incredible speed.

Chen Mu had anticipated this and was not panicked at all. He first moved his mind and summoned several water shields, then made a gesture with his left hand. The next moment, several rootless waters appeared out of thin air around his body, blending together without dispersing, forming a huge hollow water ball that wrapped him inside.

"Fubo Water Diversion Technique..."

After he finished responding, two flying swords attacked first. Driven by the two men of different heights, they looked extremely agile. They suddenly flew up and leaped, bypassing several water shields in front of them.

Chen Mu remained calm and did not use the water shield to stop him.

The tall and short men's eyes lit up with joy, and they channeled more magic power. The two flying swords in the air lit up at the same time, and the sword light was like lightning, whistling and piercing towards Chen Mu.

"Pfft..."

Two slight sounds were heard, one in front and one behind. The expressions of both the tall and short men changed, and their hands shook repeatedly, apparently trying their best to drive the flying sword.

At this moment, their flying swords were stuck in the water ball beside Chen Mu. With the movements of the tall and short men, they moved back and forth in it, but they couldn't get out.

Chen Mu turned his head and looked at the visible sound wave.

It is not as flexible as a flying sword and can only break through the water shields by force.

"Bang, bang, bang!..." Although the water shield collapsed one after another, it also blocked some of the momentum of the sound wave, making it not as fast as before.

The next moment, the sound wave rushed in front of Chen Mu and hit the water ball formed by the Fu Bo Water Diversion Technique.

"Om..."

After the two came into contact, there was rarely any loud noise, only some buzzing sounds.

Chen Mu looked carefully and saw that visible sound waves were rushing into the water ball one by one, causing it to shake violently and many water droplets to jump on the surface.

Chen Mu was determined in his heart and no longer focused on the front, leaving only a little bit of vigilance.

Although the water ball formed by the Fu Bo Water Diversion Technique had amazing defensive capabilities, it also restricted him somewhat, preventing him from getting close to Zhu Yongxin and the other two for a while.

He had already thought of this situation, and immediately swung out the crystal water sword in his right hand. A series of cold water-blue sword energy whistled out and slashed towards the two tall and short people who were not on guard and were using their flying swords at full strength.

The tall and short men shouted in desperation, "Brother Zhu!"

Upon seeing this, Zhu Yongxin cursed inwardly, stopped his attack, and instead summoned many sound blades to block the water-blue sword energy.

"Ding ding ding..."

Thanks to Zhu Yongxin's delay, the tall and short men breathed a sigh of relief, but then they felt annoyed.

"You are just an eighth-level disciple, and you dare to take advantage of me because I am tired. I want to see how long you can hold on!"

The two looked at each other and nodded, then bit off the tip of their tongues, forcing out a trace of blood from the tip of their tongues to merge into their magic power.

The next moment, the flying sword that was constantly struggling in the water ball suddenly turned an inexplicable blood-red color, its strength increased greatly, and it quickly rushed out of the restraint of the water ball.

Since they were able to escape, it proved that the water ball's restraining ability was no longer a concern. The tall and short men were delighted and immediately drove their flying swords, turning around and continuing to stab Chen Mu...

The flying sword pierced the water ball again, and it was completely different from before. The sword body vibrated and continued to approach Chen Mu's body...

Seeing this scene, the people in the audience were already talking about it.

"If Chen Mu doesn't have any other trump cards, he will definitely lose this battle."

"It's quite good that this junior brother can hold on for this long."

"Hmph! You're overestimating your own abilities and rushing onto the stage without even checking your own level of cultivation..."

Han Jing on the Renjiu Arena had already lost her mind to defend herself, allowing Ningxia and the other two to cast their spells. She stood aside, staring intently at Chen Mu, her brows slightly furrowed. Her delicate hands unconsciously grasped the edge of her skirt, a look of worry emerging...

Chen Mu naturally didn't know everyone's reaction. At this moment, he was waving his water sword and releasing sword energy to prevent Zhu Yongxin from making another attack.

Then, looking at the flying sword that was about to break out of the water ball and approaching him, he frowned and fell into thought.

If he wanted to stop the two flying swords, there was a way. He only needed to shrink the water ball. The binding force would become stronger as the rootless water condensed, and then he could enclose the flying swords. However, this would greatly reduce his range of movement, and many of his spellcasting methods would be hindered...

"I still have too few techniques. If I had a high-level defensive technique, it wouldn't be so difficult..."

"Why isn't the Water-Blocking Technique working yet?..."

(End of this chapter)