When Murong Ningyue and Wu Crazy Man met in the ring, Wu Crazy Man, who had never spoken since the first round to the present, finally said: "I can feel that you are a very strong opponent!"

Murong Ningyue didn't expect that the first time the Martial Madman spoke was to praise him, but in the face of the Martial Madman's praise, Murong Ningyue was still cold and frosty and said with a look of nature: "You don't need to say this, anyone with eyes can see it!"

After hearing Murong Ningyue's words, the expression of the Martial Madman appeared in a moment of dullness. He probably had never seen someone as arrogant as Murong Ningyue, but the Martial Madman quickly came back to his senses and said coldly: "I hope you can still be so lā later."

After saying this indifferently, the Martial Madman stopped talking. He held the sword in his hand tightly, and a layer of spiritual power flashed constantly on the sword. Although Murong Ningyue was quite arrogant in the mist and rain, she did not dare to be careless for a moment when facing an opponent like Martial Madman. She also stared at the Martial Madman's movements with wide eyes.

When the light of the sword in the hand of the madman reached its peak, he finally launched his first attack on Murong Ningyue. Murong Ningyue only felt that the sword of the madman's sword was like the flowing light passing by from the sky, slashing at him with endless power.

While Murong Ningyue condensed a ball of spiritual power and smashed it towards the big knife, she turned around and retreated quickly. Facing the powerful sword of the martial arts madman, fighting hard was definitely not a wise choice. She could only avoid the edge and wait for a suitable opportunity to fight back.

The sword technique of the Martial Madman was actually not clever. It was just with his indomitable momentum. The spiritual power ball that slashed Murong Ningyue was shattered in a moment. Fortunately, it delayed the speed of some of the swords, giving Murong Ningyue time to retreat. By the time the Martial Madman slashed the sword to the end, Murong Ningyue had already retreated ten meters away.

The first shot of the Hunting Martial Madman was not surprised, but continued to hold up his sword and run towards Murong Ningyue. Murong Ningyue felt the feelings of the previous opponent of the Martial Madman at this time. The guy in front of him was a madman. Murong Ningyue had countless ways to hit the Martial Madman, but no matter what method he used, he would definitely bear the crazy sword of the Martial Madman himself.

Murong Ningyue did not have the means to save her life with the full blown attack of the Martial Madman, but in this way, she would lose a trump card against her senior sister Ruoyan. Moreover, Murong Ningyue had no intention of delaying until three days later. Her real idea was to defeat the Martial Madman first and then directly defeat Ruoyan to win the first place.

In order to achieve this goal, this battle with the Martial Madman is very important for Murong Ningyue, because she not only has to win but also consume as little as possible, so that she can have the strength to compete with Ruoyan in the future.

Looking at the madman who was tirelessly holding a big sword and slashing hard, Murong Ningyue's eyebrows couldn't help but frown and get closer. The situation on the field was very unfavorable to Murong Ningyue. He had been in a passive position of resisting. The longer this dragged on, the more difficult it would be for Murong Ningyue to win.

At this moment, Murong Ningyue suddenly thought of the soul attack. The martial madman's power is extremely powerful. Generally, the souls of the most powerful people are often relatively weak. Thinking of this, Murong Ningyue took the time to issue a soul attack.
Chapter completed!