Gentleman Wushuang of Douluo Continent

Chapter 273 A single spark can start a prairie fire 3
Hearing that strange voice, the power belonging to the beast spirit in Yuejiuxian's body suddenly surged, and for a moment, his chest seemed to explode.

However, only he himself knows the sour taste in it.

In order not to let people see his abnormality, he stretched out his hand to cover his chest, trying to relieve the pain by pressing.

The effect is pitifully small, but when I press it, I can clearly feel the intense beating inside, "Plop, plop..."

He was leaning against the guardrail, a handsome horse on the surface, but he kept saying to himself in his heart - hold on.

But as the saying goes, "When a person is unlucky, drinking water gets stuck between his teeth."

In the next second, Yue Jiuxian had a deep understanding.

Because at this time, a few familiar faces not far away became flustered, as if there was something terrifying behind him.

Because of the pain, his movements became sluggish, and before he could react, his waist was already warm.

Because he was often injured in his early years, he knew without probing that the warmth was nothing but blood.

He was attacked.

It was also successfully attacked.

He silently recited three numbers in his mind.

Not surprisingly, when he read the last number, his body softened, and he fell to his knees on the ground with a "plop".

People off the court were stunned by this scene, and there were continuous discussions.

"My God, there is still a reversal in this situation."

"As expected of the Academy of Warcraft that stunned everyone as soon as it came on stage, awesome!"

"Wuhundian is careless this time."

"Who can let this go, who can think of it?"

Also, no one could have guessed.

The 55th-level soul king who was first thrown out by Yue Jiuxian and knocked unconscious on the guardrail will suddenly wake up at this time.

And it was a coincidence that Yue Jiuxian happened to be carrying him behind his back, and his mind wandered into the sky.

Not much gossip, there are new moves in the arena.

The teenagers in Wuhundian watched their teammate being attacked by surprise, and when that person was Yue Jiuxian, their faces showed anger and worry.

Since there was no support-type soul master on the opposite side, the teenagers immediately kicked away the defenseless person under them and went to play chess with Niu Si.

There was a crackling sound over there, while Yue Jiuxian was panting here, and slowly stood up while leaning on the railing.

In the next second, the worrying scene appeared again.

Yue Jiuxian, who had just stood up, was hit by a black light wave on both legs before he could do anything, and fell to his knees again.

He was attacked again and again, and he, who was already in a state of turmoil in his body, immediately spit out bright red blood.

"puff……"

On the viewing platform, Mo Xiaotang looked at his brother who was lying on the ground so distressed that he was bleeding, and he was about to rush down to settle accounts with Niu Si who had injured his brother.

"Little Tang!"

But before he could go down, he was blocked at the door by the master and several teachers.

The master among them said even more.

"This is Wuhun City! Even if it is a competition in other places, once it is on stage, once it starts, it cannot be interrupted or terminated unless the people above surrender."

The implication is that he can't mess around here!
Mo Xiaotang turned his head and glanced at the ring below. From this angle, he could still see his brother lying on the ground dying.

He sniffed and spoke with sobs, "Then I'll go down and talk to my brother about surrender!"

drop?
The master shook his head, "Wuhundian, you can't surrender!"

Hearing this, even the others couldn't sit still, "Why?"

Surrender is the right of every contestant, so why not surrender?
I saw the master put his hands behind his back, his eyes were in a trance, and he said helplessly.

"Those youngsters, as long as they stay in the Wuhun Temple for a day, they dare not lose."

Mo Xiaotang is not a fool, and after a little thought, he understands that there is no capital to lose in Wuhundian, a place where the strong are like clouds.

But, in this case, "Brother..." How painful it is.

Mo Xiaotang's blood-red eyes stared fixedly at the fallen Yue Jiuxian in the field, his heart felt like a knife was twisted.

(End of this chapter)