My disciples are all qualified by the emperor

The Eight Peaks Thunder Prison is indeed a bit underwhelming when placed among the Nine Dragons Divine Dynasty.

However, this is because Mu Fusheng did not use the ancient divine thunder, but only exerted ordinary thunder power.

Cang Ming's blood-toothed knife penetrated one of the peaks directly.

Everyone couldn't help but frown when they saw that Cang Ming easily broke through Mu Fusheng's attack.

This person's strength doesn't seem to be too strong, so how come he is valued by the Crown Prince and even His Royal Highness?

Even Holy Son Xuanming was a little confused for a moment.

Would Jiubailu really take a fancy to such a person?

Or is there something special about him?

He looked at Jiu Bailu and the prince again, but saw that their expressions had not changed much.

At the moment.

Cang Ming snorted coldly: "It's not interesting. Since you only have this strength, then end it as soon as possible."

After saying that, he held the handle of the Blood Tooth Knife with both hands, bent his knees slightly, and stepped forward with his right foot, stepping heavily on the red carpet.

The bloody aura burst out instantly!

A headless bloody figure holding a big sword condensed behind him!

The overwhelming blood energy would probably break through the dome if it were not isolated by the dragon and phoenix harp.

Seeing this, the people around him shook their heads slightly.

Cang Ming used this move. If Mu Fusheng had only shown the strength he had just shown, he probably wouldn't have been able to execute this move.

Everyone focused their attention on Mu Fusheng, wanting to see what he would do next.

Just admit defeat?

Or choose to resist Cang Ming's Blood Shadow Crazy Knife.

Mu Fusheng's face was solemn, and he slightly raised his head to look at the headless bloody figure.

He took a step back slightly and began to make seals with his hands.

The remaining seven thunder peaks actually began to move, and immediately blocked by Mu Fusheng's body under the infusion of endless thunder power.

Mu Fusheng's step back was also seen by Cang Ming, who sneered at the corner of his mouth, "Do you think these turtle shells can protect you?"

After that, he picked up the blood-toothed knife with both hands and suddenly slashed in the direction of Mu Fusheng from top to bottom!

At the same time, the headless bloody figure behind him also made the same move while holding a mad knife.

The mad sword came and pressed against the seven thunder peaks like it turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!

Even under the isolation of Longfeng Qin, some people at a similar distance can smell the bloody and wanton smell.

How many people have been killed and how many people have become souls of Cang Ming's sword to be able to condense such a large amount of blood energy?

However, no one is thinking too much about this matter now, but everyone is focusing on the seven thunder peaks.

When the blood shadow mad sword fell on the thunder peak in the front.

As expected, in just two breaths, Lei Feng made an overwhelming clicking sound, and the Blood-toothed Knife sank into Lei Feng!

As Cang Ming stepped forward, the thunder peak turned directly into powder!

Mu Fusheng, who was behind Leifeng, groaned, put his hands forward, and took a step back as if he was feeling a huge pressure.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Hei and Fang Qiong behind were speechless.

You can really pretend...

If they hadn't known some of Mu Fusheng's abilities, they might have been deceived by his superb acting skills.

On the other hand, the prince looked at this scene with a strange expression.

How is this the same as real?

Could it be that Mu Fusheng really didn't have much strength, and even last time he just borrowed foreign objects to release the kind of aura that even the Tiancong Sword Ancestor was afraid of?

But Jiu Bailu smiled faintly, looking at Mu Fusheng with a golden light shining deep in his eyes that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.

This golden light seems to be able to understand everything.

Cang Ming's Blood Shadow Crazy Sword hasn't stopped yet, and the headless blood shadow behind him is holding a big sword and constantly slashing at the thunder peaks!

In just these ten breaths, only two of the six thunder peaks are left!

Mu Fusheng's face began to turn pale visibly.

The breath began to become confusing.

Cang Ming pressed the blood-toothed knife in front of his hands and sneered: "I'm a little embarrassed. I didn't expect that your strength is so weak. It seems that I am bullying the small."

"How about you just admit defeat? If you just admit defeat, maybe it won't hurt you, and I will just withdraw the knife."

Mu Fusheng's lips trembled but he didn't say anything.

But the look in Cang Ming's eyes didn't mean he wanted to admit defeat.

So, Cang Ming sneered: "It's quite courageous."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cang Ming shouted.

Another thunder peak cracked in response!

However, the moment the last thunder peak came into Cang Ming's eyes, Cang Ming's expression suddenly changed.

The pupils suddenly contracted and the eyes widened instantly!

In front of his eyes, this thunder peak was covered with talismans and seals at some point.

On the talisman seal, there is a large amount of thunder power gathered into a thunder net.

The gathered thunder net directly surrounded Cang Ming.

At the same time, there were streaks of lightning blooming inside Leifeng!

A destructive force of thunder began to gather strength along with the thunderous light emerging from each talisman.

Cang Ming's face was horrified. Under the siege of the thunder net, even if he broke the net, he could not avoid the power generated by the explosion of the thunder peak and the talismans.

Moreover, the best defensive opportunity will be missed.

Under subconscious judgment, Cang Ming gave a low shout, and the headless bloody figure stood in front of Cang Ming, holding a broadsword to block it.

Cang Ming also held the blood-toothed knife across his chest.

Under the horrified eyes of everyone.

Lightning flashes!

Rumble!

The huge and dull roar of thunder resounded throughout the hall, and even everyone in the palace could see the thunder light constantly leaking out of the hall!

It lasted for twenty breaths before the lightning began to slowly dissipate.

In the main hall, everyone slowly opened their eyes and stared closely at the center of the red carpet.

I saw the figures of Cang Ming and Mu Fusheng appearing.

The headless blood shadow had dissipated, and the clothes on Cang Ming's body were torn, revealing the red flesh and blood inside.

The breath is even more unstable.

Mu Fusheng, on the other hand, was half-kneeling on the ground panting, his breath was confused, and there were countless scars on his body.

Cang Ming said with an ugly face: "Despicable, you actually use foreign objects!"

Mu Fusheng sneered: "I am a talisman seal master. I carved these talisman seals myself. How can I be despicable?"

Cang Ming snorted coldly: "Relying on this trick is just exchanging injuries for injuries. I can still strike with one more blow, so how can you resist my last strike?"

Mu Fusheng took a deep breath, shook his body slightly, as if forcing himself to stand up, and then pointed at Cang Ming's feet with a smile.

Cang Ming looked down and saw that his feet were covered with talismans and seals!

"You are stronger than me, but you seem a little too arrogant."

Mu Fusheng looked at Cang Ming with a smile and said, "If you think you can withstand these talismans, then I will admit defeat."