Supreme Soldier King City Tour

Chapter 689 Must Be Your Illusion
"You're right, it's not the final decisive moment." Wu Xuan smiled slightly.

Wu Qiankun knew that Wu Xuan agreed by default, so he let go of his means and walked over with an open heart.

Seeing this, Wu Xuan also walked over without moving.

Under everyone's shocked eyes, the two actually shook hands and talked.

The audience was in an uproar. No one expected that the two people who had been fighting like glue just now shook hands and talked with each other in the blink of an eye.

What's the matter.

But a discerning person knows the foresight of the two.

Both of them have reservations. If this battle continues, regardless of whether the winner can be determined, the final result is likely to be a loss for both sides.

This is extremely detrimental to future duels.

After all, Wu Qiankun and Wu Xuan still have many battles waiting for them.

Ending in a draw is undoubtedly the best result.

The host was dumbfounded at this: "Our two players have reached a consensus, so this battle will be the first since the points match, a draw!"

Shocking cheers erupted directly from the auditorium, and a draw was the best result deep in most people's hearts.

After all, in such a wonderful duel, no one wants one of them to lose.

Wu Qiankun smiled: "Aren't you afraid that I will attack you suddenly?"

Wu Xuan smiled: "Aren't you also not afraid of me at all?"

"Haha, it's my honor to be your opponent." After Wu Qiankun finished speaking, he left and the battle came to an end.

At nightfall, Wu Xuan held the red wine in his hand, recalling today's wonderful battle.

"This Wu Qiankun is really not simple." He clicked his tongue.

Both he and the other party have reservations, because if it explodes, it is likely to cause damage to both sides.

In the end, it still has to end in a draw, which is not good for the subsequent points race.

Wu Xuan knew that his points were still zero at this moment.

He didn't dare to be careless, if he lost and became a loser, it would be embarrassing.

It wasn't that he didn't have confidence in himself, but that he didn't want to reveal his cards prematurely.

He still didn't use the Longquan sword after fighting Yao Tiancheng in such a miserable situation before, because he had a powerful opponent in his heart, Hun Po Tian.

If it is exposed prematurely, Hun Potian will definitely notice it, and then when he duels with him again, he will not use the slightest hole card.

And it was the best result not to allow Wu Qiankun to gain points in this battle.

Wu Xuan walked into the room, came to Xiu Ye who was watching the night scene through the window, and brought him a glass of red wine.

Xiu Ye was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head.

Wu Xuan didn't force it, but drank it all by himself, clicked his tongue and said: "Tomorrow is the duel between you and Wu Qiankun, I didn't compete with him, you won't blame me, right?"

Xiu Ye shook his head and said, "I can see the mystery of the battle between you and him. A draw is the best result."

Wu Xuan patted him on the shoulder: "You can understand me, that's the best, you have to work harder tomorrow, this Wu Qiankun is not much worse than that Hun Potian."

Hearing Hun Potian's name, Xiu Ye clenched his fists quietly, and nodded calmly: "I will."

"have a good rest."

After Wu Xuan said something, he left, and Liu Xiuye ​​stood alone in front of the window.

Xiu Ye shook his head slightly, his heart was extremely firm.

He suffered a loss from Hun Potian, how could he let this tragedy happen in the duel with Wu Qiankun.

Xiu Ye upheld his Dao heart, then turned around and went to rest.

Unexpectedly, a palm grabbed him out from the window, the speed was as fast as lightning, and it was fleeting.

On a certain peak of Mount Hua, the cold wind was piercing to the bone. Xiu Ye felt that the sky was spinning, and he was brought here.

He turned pale with horror and shouted at the figure not far away: "Who are you?"

He didn't expect that someone in Huashan Mountain would be able to bring it out directly while he was not paying attention.

You must know that even his master, Baji Sanren, can't do this without anyone noticing.

That ethereal figure was dressed in a long gown, swaying in the cold wind, with an excellent wind, and his immortal temperament was like an immortal descended from the nine heavens.

Xiu Ye was stunned for a while, the aura he sensed from this old man could overwhelm his master Baji Sanren to death.

This person is an old Taoist!
It can be seen from the simple and unpretentious makeup on his body, but it contains Dao Qi.

"The younger generation is so rude. If I hadn't brought you here today, someone else would have made you suffer."

The old man spoke slowly, and the momentum in his voice shocked Xiu Ye.

"Senior, who are you?"

Xiu Ye couldn't figure it out. In his cognition, the most powerful Taoist was only his master, Baji Sanren. Where did this Taoist come from.

"Me? Haha, Zhao Jingwei, that bastard, wants to call the old Taoist me Master, tell me, who am I?"

The voice of the old man contended, leaving an indelible mark on Xiu Ye.

He could even see the other party's shining dao eyes under the night sky.

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Today's battle is between Wu Qiankun and Daoist Xiuye.

This battle almost changed most people's views, and they were especially optimistic about Wu Qiankun's ability. After all, the super strength he showed before is obvious to all.

On the contrary, it was Xiu Ye who made people unable to think about it, because he had already lost a sentence in the battle with Hun Potian.

In this battle, the cheers of the audience were all in favor of Wu Qiankun, this overwhelming momentum almost wanted to overwhelm Xiu Ye, which was very detrimental to him.

But Xiu Ye remained calm and composed, even showing confidence in his brows and eyes.

Wu Qiankun sneered: "If you lose this match, then the points will be lost."

Xiu Ye smiled confidently: "Although I am not strong, I will not repeat the same mistakes."

"Take a good breath, let me see your strength."

Wu Qiankun shouted righteously, under the command of the host.

He had already gathered all his strength, and rushed to kill Xiuye ​​in an instant.

However, Xiu Ye just smiled faintly, that moving figure was full of Dao, and seemed to be more condensed. In the eyes of everyone, Xiu Ye was like a god who had attained the Tao, truly detached from the world of mortals.

The sudden and otherworldly aura that permeated the air gave everyone a vague illusion.

"Why did Xiu Ye change?"

"It must be your hallucination!"

Everyone was amazed, their eyes fixed on the battlefield, it seemed that Xiu Ye was different.

Wu Qiankun's Nine Techniques of Transforming Void can be called terrifying, and it is even more earth-shattering when he unleashes it with his strong strength.

But such a punch was like a child's play in front of Xiu Ye.

Xiu Ye swung his whisk, but he didn't use the whisk to attack, but his body swayed, and the dense attacks fell towards Wu Qiankun.

This time Xiu Ye was not careless and used all his strength.

He clearly remembered Taoist Xuancheng's guidance last night, and his whole body seemed to be sublimated.

(End of this chapter)