In the next moment, Mu Yu's body was torn into pieces by Mo Luoge on the spot.

"Hahaha …" "Too weak …"

Mo Luoge laughed presumptuously, but he immediately thought of something, and his laughter suddenly stopped, "That's not right, why can't I see the blood that I like?"

"Senior apprentice brother Mo, are your eyes playing tricks on you?" I'm here. " Mu Yu's indifferent voice came from behind Mo Luoge.

Mo Luoge was shocked, and immediately turned around, only to see Mu Yu standing there unharmed.

"You … How is that possible? "

Mu Yu naturally used spatial mirror images.

Mo Luoge roared, his aura becoming even more terrifying.

The range of this attack was extremely large, almost enveloping half of the stage.

The corner of Mu Yu's mouth rose.

Swoosh.

The figure of 'Zhao Wuqi' appeared in front of Mo Luoge.

When Mo Luoge saw that Zhao Wuqi had actually appeared in front of him, he panicked and quickly retracted his hand.

Forcefully withdrawing his body, he had instead suffered heavy internal injuries.

Mo Luoge spat out a mouthful of blood and it fell onto the ground.

All the disciples who were spectating were shocked, they all looked down at Zhao Wuqi who was standing below the stage, and realised he was still standing at his original position.

His eyes were also filled with fear.

What was even more terrifying was that whenever he did something, 'he' would follow along with it.

It was as if he was in a mirror.

The corner of Shangguan Yier's mouth curled into a smile, such a strange method by Mu Yu had also amused her.

Seeing Mo Luoge's miserable expression, blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

Mu Yu smiled indifferently, and said: "Brother Mo, now that you have finally seen blood, are you extremely excited?"

"b.a.s.t.a.r.d, I will tear you apart!"

Mo Luoge was so angry that his whole body was trembling, his eyes were red, and after a series of earth-shattering roars, he released a beast like Qi.

"Once Mo Luoge goes berserk, his strength will immediately chase up to the spiritual stage. It's been a long time since a disciple of the same realm forced him out of his berserk state."

"When you go berserk, your aura will soar by several folds, and you will lose all sense of reason. Furthermore, your entire body will feel no pain, just like a machine for fighting."

The disciples below the stage discussed animatedly, their faces filled with fear.

Could Mu Yu still stop him in his current state?

Mu Yu did not panic at all, no matter how fierce he was, he was just a wild beast that had lost his mind.

Mu Yu used Greater Teleportation and his body continuously moved to the side of the stage.

Again and again, he dodged Mo Luoge's berserk attacks.

The stage had already been smashed into a complete mess by Mo Luoge.

At this moment, on the summit of Wuliang Mountain.

Two sage-like old men sat facing each other, playing a game of chess.

The old man finished playing a chess piece, and then looked towards the old man in white, "Who do you think will win?"

The white robed elder stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Their battle is actually just like our current one. It has already reached a crucial point."