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Chapter 48 Yemo's Terrifying Strength

"Sure enough!" Zhao Wushuang was right on the eve of the competition. Ye Mou was indeed hostile to him, but in Zhao Wushuang's memory, he didn't know Ye Mou. There is no comparison, and the intersection is even more nonsense.

Insight into the eyes of God!

Ye Mou (17 years old):

Boundary: Three Heavens of Martial Artists
Unique move: blue sky and white lotus give birth to the Promise
Hobbies: power

Weaknesses: none
"Three heavens of martial arts masters!" Zhao Wushuang was shocked.

If you didn't guess wrong, Ye Mou was only a half-step martial artist half a year ago, right?What made him practice so fast?
Zhao Wushuang's fast cultivation speed is due to the system. Ordinary people need to spend a lot of time and treasures of heaven and earth to cultivate, but Ye Mou has such a cultivation speed!

"As expected, he is known as a genius who has the opportunity to surpass the suzerain of Luo Tianzong." Zhao Wushuang knew that Ye Mou must have had his adventures, and so did he, but he was a little more perverted.

He can't remember when he provoked such a big Buddha, but he is not afraid of trouble, as long as he dares to come, he will definitely blow him up!

He is only a martial artist in the third level, he has the body of an emperor and demon, the blood of an ancient demon god, and the "Supreme Township Scripture". For him, fighting to leapfrog is as simple as drinking water.

The situation on the field has gradually become clear, 500 people entered this space, but there are only more than 300 people gathered here, that is to say, before that, a total of more than 100 people died here.

This is also within the normal category. After all, four of the top ten in the inner sect died, and it was a little strange that the latter did not die.

Zhao Wushuang knew that it was just a small fight before, but now this is the real battlefield!

boom!
There was another fierce fight on the altar, and the inner disciples rushed forward one after another, instead of bombarding them.

Zhao Wushuang didn't move for the time being, he and Yemou both stood and watched from a distance, No.1 he was bound to win, but the biggest enemy was still Yemou.

Zhao Wushuang didn't pay attention to the rest of the rotten shrimps and crabs, but if he rushed up now, he would definitely become the target of public criticism, and then he would become the target of the wheel battle, which would consume a huge amount of his physical strength.

"Let's win!" Yun Nishang couldn't hold back the momentum in her heart anymore, but Zhao Wushuang grabbed her wrist, shook her head and said:
"not the right time yet."

She pouted in the direction of Yemou, and only then did Yun Nishang notice that Yemou was standing not far away, holding a wait-and-see attitude.

"He's here!" Yun Nishang originally wanted to take advantage of Yemou's absence and win the first place directly, but after seeing Yemou's figure, she calmed down the impulse.

"It should be waiting for me." Zhao Wushuang's eyes flashed. According to Ye Mou's strength, getting the first place in front of this group of people is as easy as drinking water. As soon as his strength is released, who else would dare to say no?

"Brother Mou, look! Zhao Wushuang and that little girl." Hou Shu whispered when he saw Zhao Wushuang and Yun Nishang.

"I see, they noticed us too." Ye Mou nodded.

"Should we..." Hou Shuyan showed murderous intent, and made a movement of wiping his neck.

"It's almost time to make a move." Ye Mou nodded, looking in the direction of the altar, his pupils shrank slightly, and his eyeballs instantly turned white, which was extremely strange.

His body walked slowly towards the altar, and every step he took, his aura increased by one point.

"It's Ye Mou!" Someone noticed Ye Mou's arrival and exclaimed.

When Ye Mou was about to walk in front of the altar, his temperament also reached its peak, and a powerful aura belonging to the third heaven of warriors burst out suddenly, shaking everyone around him away.

He stared coldly at the people on the altar, and said in a deep voice, "Get lost!"

The inner disciples on the altar had just experienced a big battle, and there was still nearly half of the time before the incense stick. Seeing Ye Mou's arrival, his face was as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

He didn't want to give up on this, but the person who came was Ye Mou, how could he resist as a warrior Yachongtian?

Just as he was thinking, Ye Mou's patience was also exhausted. When he flicked his sleeves, the people on the altar flew backwards and died directly as if they had been hit hard.

"Trash!" Ye Mou followed the steps up to the altar, followed by a beam of light soaring into the sky, and started counting again.

Ye Mou stood on the altar like a god of war, and no one dared to offend his majesty.

The faces of the people around the altar were very bad, and they subconsciously backed away from this area.

Ye Mou's strength is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, no one dares to confront him, they know that this number one is already his.

Ye Mou stood on the top and looked directly at Zhao Wushuang who was in the distance. The meaning on his face was very obvious, and he wanted him to fight with him.

"Is it finally coming?" Zhao Wushuang smiled and walked towards the altar.

"Zhao Wushuang!" Yun Nishang cried anxiously when she saw Zhao Wushuang walk out.

Zhao Wushuang looked back at her and said with a smile, "Some things must be done."

Yun Nishang didn't understand what Zhao Wushuang meant. Did they have feuds before?
With a straight face, Zhao Wushuang took a step forward. Like Ye Mou, every step he took, his aura became stronger, and the billowing devilish energy rose from his body. Wherever he passed, the surrounding vegetation withered.

The disciples around felt the demonic energy and retreated one after another, looking at Zhao Wushuang in shock.

"Isn't this the No.1 of the first level, Zhao Wushuang?"

"Could it be that he wants to compete with Ye Mou for the first place?"

"Ye Mou is the third heaven of martial artists, and Zhao Wushuang is only the eighth heaven of martial artists. The gap between the two is too great."

Everyone was curious about what kind of battle the two would break out, but most of them still believed that Zhao Wushuang would be instantly killed.

It is difficult for even a half-step martial artist to pass a move in front of a martial artist, let alone the difference between the two.

Yun Nishang had a worried look on his face, and Zhao Wushuang still had a strong sense of mystery up to now. This person seemed to appear out of nowhere, and then he was inexplicably strong.

The devilish energy on his body was even more strange, as if he didn't look like a person, and his physical body was too strong, able to instantly kill Tenglong in the first level of martial artist in the eighth level of warrior.

Perhaps, there is really hope to be able to defeat Ye Mou!

Walking up to the altar, Zhao Wushuang and Ye Mou stood three feet apart, and a strong fighting spirit rose from their bodies at the same time. The billowing devilish energy formed a strong contrast with Ye Mou's pure white spiritual power with a holy aura.

Just like a ball of fire and a puddle of water, water and fire are incompatible, and they vow to distinguish between the superior and inferior.

"Before the battle, I wanted to know why you were hostile to me." Zhao Wushuang asked calmly.

"Oh? You don't know?" Ye Mou stared into Zhao Wushuang's eyes, trying to see something.

"Yes, if I remember correctly, I have not offended you." Zhao Wushuang asked doubtfully.

(End of this chapter)