It seems that I have won!

Yang Mucheng's words announced the final result of this grievance and life and death situation. Ziyang Zhenren's face, which was still smiling, suddenly sank, as ugly as a dead parent. Neither he nor the warriors present expected such an ending.

They thought that Yang Mucheng was not an opponent, so they had to admit defeat in embarrassment.

They also thought that Yang Mucheng had a tough personality and would rather die than give in, and was finally bombarded and killed!

But a thousand thoughts.

But no one could have imagined this happening.

"His Highness is not defeated yet!"

Fang Baiyu clenched his teeth, and blood overflowed from between his teeth like a spring. At this moment, he stood up again, and the people around him could also see that he was at the end of his crossbow at this moment. Not to mention fighting, it is extremely difficult to stand.

"Really?"

Yang Mucheng frowned. "If that's the case, don't blame me for the killer!"

After speaking.

Step by step, he walked forward.

"Enough!" Ziyang Zhenren on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help frowning, and shouted: "In this battle, I admit defeat for Fang Baiyu." Yang Mucheng, you have already won...... There's no need to kill them all!

Syllable!

Yang Mucheng stopped and looked at Ziyang Zhenren. At this moment, everyone held their breath.

Change it to any one person.

In the face of this situation, in the face of Ziyang Zhenren personally admitting defeat, I am afraid that he will borrow the slope to get off the donkey, and he will not be held accountable. However, they were not sure that Yang Mucheng would do the same......

"Ziyang Zhenren!"

Yang Mucheng laughed loudly, and said with a smile: "I remember, you said before that no one is allowed to interfere in the battle of the inner door selection. This game is between me and Fang Baiyu. What are you doing admitting defeat for Fang Baiyu?"

Speaking of which, in the end.

Yang Mucheng changed his smile, and his voice was like thunder:

"What are you, why should you let me stop!"

What are you......

What are you......

You......

It was empty, and on the huge ring, Yang Mucheng's cheers echoed. Many warriors changed color when they heard the sound, and some of the small warriors were even more frightened and took a few steps back. Everyone looked at Yang Mucheng in disbelief, they didn't expect the other party to dare to talk to Ziyang Zhenren like this.

Ziyang's face changed from blue to purple, from purple to white.

If anyone else dared to talk to him like that, he would have slapped him in the face. He was not afraid of Yang Mucheng's identity, but he did something wrong with this matter. In the battle of the inner gate selection, not only can others interfere, but neither can he, an elder.

Ziyang Zhenren Yue Yu surrendered on behalf of Fang Baiyu, and he had broken the rules.

"Yang Mucheng, the old man begs you!"

Ziyang Zhenren gritted his teeth and lowered his airway in a low voice. Fang Baiyu's personality is somewhat similar to Yang Mucheng, even if the knife is on his neck, he will not admit defeat. If you make him admit defeat, it's even harder than ascending to the sky. Therefore, Ziyang Zhenren has no way but to intercede.

Hiss~

Everyone gasped, and their eyes widened in disbelief.

Ziyang Zhenren actually whispered like this?

"No way!"

Unexpectedly, Yang Mucheng shook his head and opened his mouth.

Ha!

The Nine Dragons Flying Sword was already shooting out with a bang.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", ......"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "T

Nine flying swords, like nine lightning bolts of different colors, suddenly slashed through the void. As if teleporting, it appeared directly in front of Fang Baiyu. Fang Baiyu's eyes widened, and an indescribable sense of death crisis came to his heart, and he was so frightened that he couldn't move at this moment.

"Shaft, you dare!"

Ziyang Zhenren was furious.

He didn't expect that he would plead in a low voice again and again, but Yang Mucheng would ignore it. But when I think about it, it's normal. If at this time, Yang Mucheng was defeated by them. Of course, those Longtang Ancestors and Lu Yao'er kowtowed and begged for mercy, and they would not let it go.

But the protectors are anxious, Ziyang Zhenren can't care about the laws of the sect at all.

Step out.

I saw his right hand shake, and the soft whisk of dust suddenly stirred, twisted into a strand like hemp rope. His dust whisk is called 'Dome Lion Blazing Light Whisk Dust', and the material of the dust whisk is taken from the hair of the fanged Dome Lion of the Demon King of Jindan Realm, which is both rigid and soft, and full of power.

"Roar!"

A shocking lion roar sounded violently, and then the dust slammed into the Nine Dragons Flying Sword.

"Oh~"

The first flying sword is flicked off.

Immediately afterwards, the second flying sword was also knocked away!

Third, fourth, fifth......

Nine flying swords, in an instant, only the last gluttonous flying sword remained.

Yang Mucheng's eyes widened angrily, and the surging internal energy merged into it. I only heard a 'bang', and the dust burst into the sky, and the broken hair was slowly sprinkled like catkins. The gluttonous flying sword snorted. It swept past Ziyang Zhenren's throat, bringing up a half-streak of blood. The aftermath is unabated, shooting into the distant night.

"Damn it!"

Yang Mucheng frowned slightly.

He just used brute force to drive these nine flying swords, and he couldn't know the true essence of these Nine Dragons Flying Swords. If he attacked with the true Imperial Sword Heart Method, the previous blow would definitely be able to kill Ziyang Zhenren and Fang Baiyu. However, this does not mean that Yang Mucheng has given up.

"Up!"

He shouted loudly, and his right hand suddenly grabbed towards the void, and suddenly the flying sword that had been bounced off 'buzzed'.

The gluttonous flying sword flew back from the void with a 'poof'.

The flying sword broke through the rock and swept swiftly.

The Jiaotu flying sword turned into a streamer and flashed in front of Yang Mucheng.

Jairus......

Pu Lao ......

Almost instantly, the Nine Dragons Flying Sword gathered in front of Yang Mucheng again.

"Fang Baiyu, don't admit defeat yet!"

Ziyang Zhenren's heart trembled. Previously, if he hadn't been experienced, he had moved a foot and a half to the side when the gluttonous flying sword swept by, and maybe his last sword would have cut off his head. Seeing that Yang Mucheng was still doing something, he hurriedly shouted.

Fang Baiyu looked at Yang Mucheng resentfully, no matter how reluctant he was, he could only grit his teeth.

"Bang!"

Smash your knees on the ground.

Fang Baiyu knelt on the ground.

"Emperor Yang, I lost!"

There was a dead silence all around.

Everyone looked at the crown prince of the Heavenly Tiger Dynasty in a daze, and wiped their eyes vigorously, as if they couldn't believe what they saw. But I can't believe it, and I can only admit it-

Fang Baiyu admitted defeat.

"Alas!"

Yang Mucheng was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh. However, he overestimated this Fang Bai Yu, he thought that this Fang Bai Yu would rather die than give in, so that he could kill him logically. Even if this matter is a big problem and it reaches the Tuotian Palace, he is justified and well-founded.

But now that Fang Baiyu has admitted defeat, he can only give up!

Open your mouth.

Swallowing the Nine Dragons Flying Sword into his mouth, Yang Mucheng put his hands behind his back and slowly walked out of the ring. Just as he stepped out of the ring, he paused and glanced back at Fang Baiyu: "This time, count yourself lucky! If it weren't for Ziyang Zhenren's intervention, you would have to die here even if you had nine lives!"

(End of chapter)