The Ghost Sword
Under everyone's incredulous gaze, Mu Qian calmly walked onto the first floor's battle ring.
Wang Xiong glanced at Mu Qian with disdain. "Once you walk onto the Star Tower's battle ring, you're not allowed to admit defeat without fighting. However, I'm going to win ten times in a row today, so I'll be merciful to you and a woman. You'd better be sensible."
Mu Qian was very indifferent. She raised her eyes and glanced at him. "I'm sorry to tell you that it's impossible for you to win ten times in a row today."
Everyone looked at Mu Qian in shock. This purple-clothed woman had a stunning appearance. Her eyes were like stars, her skin was like cream, and she was calm and indifferent with a noble aura. She was like a genius cultivated by a big sect.
Such a person didn't seem to be calm and reserved like they imagined. Instead, she carried an unrestrained arrogance like the wind.
"What did you say? Say it again? " Mu Qian didn't give him face in public. Wang Xiong frowned. This angry look, a little girl with a weak temperament would be scared to tears by him.
Mu Qian said. "I don't want to waste time. Let's begin!"
The host was already ready. He officially announced the start of Wang Xiong's tenth match.
Wang Xiong released his spiritual energy, his aura was oppressive. He said angrily, "I originally wanted to be merciful, but you're so untactful. It seems that I have to leave a few bloody wounds on your body."
With a wave of his hand, a big sword as tall as Wang Xiong appeared.
If he were to be slashed by this broadsword and bleed, the wound would be so frightening!
"Wang Xiong is serious. What a pity," Ye Ruoyun said regretfully.
Wang Xiong moved. Like a tiger coming out of the mountains, unstoppable. The big sword swept over with the weight of a thousand mountains.
Seeing that Mu Qian was about to be splattered with blood, some people couldn't bear to watch anymore.
The people who were staring at the battle ring discovered that Mu Qian disappeared.
"Disappeared. What kind of spiritual technique is this?"
"Wind element Spirit Master. This little girl is a wind element Spirit Master."
"Such a fast Wind Elemental Soul Master, just how strong is he? Peak Spirit Emperor? Wang Xiong is going to fall. "
The speed of Mu Qian's disappearance was too fast, so fast that they couldn't sense how high Mu Qian's strength is.
The host was aware of Mu Qian's strength. He had scanned through the information regarding the test in the Star Challenge Tower. How could this be the strength of a peak stage Spirit Emperor?
A Rank Six Spirit Emperor was already so abnormal, what the hell!
His target suddenly disappeared in front of him. Wang Xiong was shocked. He finally understood that he had underestimated his opponent.
But before he could react, a cold jade fan was pressed against his neck.
The veins on his hand bulged as he gripped his saber tightly, not daring to move.
All of this happened too quickly, and the outcome was decided in almost a breath's time.
Wang Xiong's eyes widened as he stared at the young girl in front of him. His pitch-black eyes were filled with an icy chill.
Mu Qian coldly said. "Well! You can't leave a bloody wound on my body, but I can let you try. "
"Wind Soul Lock!"
In an instant, Wang Xin felt cold all over, and the wind elements around him were violent.
"Ah!"
Wang Xiong screamed in pain. In the blink of an eye, countless wind blades had left countless bone-deep wounds on his body. He fell to the ground stiffly with blood all over his body.
At this moment, the purple figure was already very far away from him, and there was not a single drop of blood on her body.
"What a fast speed, what a strong spiritual technique."
"She … She's just a Rank Six Spirit Emperor! This is too unbelievable. "
"It's Rank Six, it's really Rank Six!"
Mu Qian's strength gave everyone quite a fright.
At this moment, the faces of the people in the challenge area weren't good. They sighed. "Wang Xiong is already very strong, and now there's such a monster on the first level. We're in big trouble."
"You really can't judge a book by its cover. It's very easy for her to fight someone of a higher level, and she's also a Wind Elemental Spiritualist who specializes in speed."
"…"
Wang Xiong was taken away for treatment. The host announced, "This match, Mu Chenxi wins."
Only then did everyone know that the young girl who killed Wang Xiong in one move was called Mu Chenxi.
Mu Qian did not choose to rest, but continued on the stage and said, "I want to continue to challenge, who will fight?"
The people in the contestants' seats were silent. Even Wang Xiong was not her opponent, naturally, no one dared to fight.
At this time, a black-faced man rushed up and said, "I, Xiong Cheng, will fight you."
Xiong Cheng rarely won three times in a row because he loved to challenge people who were stronger than him. He lost many times, but he kept fighting.
At the beginning of the match, everyone thought that Mu Qian would use her advantage in speed to deal with Xiong Cheng, because with her speed in the previous match, Xiong Cheng couldn't catch up with her.
However, Mu Qian did not do so. Instead, she simply and crudely fought with Xiong Cheng.
"Wind Lock Break!"
"Tyrannical Heavenly Fist!"
"Rumble!"
Xiong Cheng was very tenacious, but he only lasted three moves under Mu Qian's hands.
"This wind element spirit technique is too strong. Xiong Cheng also has a Seventh-Rank spirit technique, but he was completely suppressed by that spirit technique."
"It must be a very advanced spirit technique, it made Mu Chenxi so easy to challenge someone of a higher rank. It seems that it's impossible for someone who is a higher rank to win against him, unless someone also practiced such a high-level spirit technique."
"I've watched so many matches, no one on the first floor has such a spirit technique!"
Mu Qian won two consecutive matches and continued to rest. Two consecutive matches did not let her consume too much spiritual power.
Mu Qian continued to challenge, and some people began to fight. Then Mu Qian won four consecutive matches, five consecutive matches, seven consecutive matches …
Someone muttered. "Today, she wants to kill ten consecutive matches and go to the second floor."
"That must be it."
Mu Qian won nine consecutive matches, and a cold-faced man appeared on the contestant's seat.
"That person seems to be Qing Xuan! In the first nine matches, each match was won by a sword, his sword is ridiculously fast! "
"I heard that he left without finishing ten matches because he had something to do. I didn't expect him to come today."
"It seems that Qing Xuan is going to face Mu Qian, this is going to be exciting."
As everyone expected, Qing Xuan really went up to fight.
Qing Xuan said with an expressionless face. "I heard that your speed is very fast, I'm very curious whether your speed is faster or my ghost sword."
Mu Qian said. "Naturally, it's me!"
At the beginning of the match, Qing Xuan pulled out his sword, his sword speed was fast like a ghost doctor, entangling Mu Qian like a ghost.
"Ghost Shadow Seize the Soul!"
When the sword light was about to reach him, the purple figure disappeared like a ghost.
There she is! A cold light flashed in Qing Xuan's eyes, he captured Mu Qian's figure and once again attacked with his sword.
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