God-slaughtering King

The crowd began to boil. Xu Yao in the corner of the challenge arena was ashen. "It's over. It's impossible to take the sword!" his eyes looking at Nanmen Feng became very cold.

Wang Sheng in the corridor smiled and looked at the South Gate maple on the challenge arena. His eyes became very soft. "The mind, understanding and luck are all very good. But the talent is a little poor. Is it really bad?"

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" the spirit of the Dragon danced up and down around the Xuanyuan sword. It kept roaring and couldn't get rid of it.

Nanmen Maple with dull eyes immediately felt that Xuanyuan sword had a feeling of flesh and blood with him, like his arm extending three feet out of thin air. The original Xuanyuan sword had no advantage, but it was a dead thing. Now Xuanyuan sword seems to have survived and had its own consciousness.

It was a desperate situation that made Nanmen Maple work hard and swept away his decadence just now.

"War!"

With a roar, Xuanyuan sword cut down with the power of dragon and beast soul. The wind, thunder and roar spread far away in the forest.

Su Siyuan's eyes were bleak. He was so regretful! Regretful intestines are green. If we had known this and ended the battle earlier, why would there be such a thing.

"Go!"

The water spirit bead is as deep as blue water without waves. It passes through the air, and the surrounding air becomes viscous and obscure, weaving into a dense airtight blue net.

"Stab!"

Xuanyuan sword gently opened the huge blue net and divided it into two. The color of shuilingzhu suddenly became dim. The water spirit bead is closely related to Su Siyuan. The water spirit bead was hurt, and Su Siyuan felt bad. His face turned red. He forced down the blood gas in his mouth, snorted and stepped back!

This is the first step for Su Siyuan to withdraw from the two-man war.

Kill!

Seeing the success of Xuanyuan sword, Nanmen Maple's confidence doubled, his hands waved quickly, and the swords burst out from Xuanyuan sword and cut to Su Siyuan from all directions.

From defense to attack, the maple at the south gate has a great momentum, such as a fierce tiger down the mountain and a dragon at sea. The sword continues to kill Su Siyuan.

Su Siyuan quickly put away the water spirit beads and took out the folding fan again. The water spirit beads are different from the folding fan. If the water spirit beads are damaged, he will be involved. Seeing that the long sword in the South Gate Maple's hand shows great power, Su Siyuan will not take risks at the moment.

"The battle of trapped animals!" Su Siyuan snorted coldly. At this time, he didn't think about the remaining two battles. Only when he won Nanmen Maple first, could he have the opportunity to think about others. And he firmly believed that the fengyuanli of Nanmen had been exhausted, but it was just a reflection!

The white figure danced on the challenge arena and crossed the sword with each step. Su Siyuan became calm and calm again.

Nanmen Maple became braver and braver, and Xuanyuan sword was sent into his body. Under the wanton waste, yuan power was not exhausted, but showed signs of increasing. This makes Nanmen Maple feel like drinking manna, refreshed, elated and continuous.

As time went by, Su Siyuan's indifference on his face slowly dissipated, his eyes became dignified, his face became gloomy, and his heart secretly complained: "why did he become braver and braver? It was just a sign that yuan power was exhausted. Can the reflection last so long?"

"Are you going to lose?" Su Siyuan shook his head fiercely and put the idea aside. "I won't lose! How can I lose!"

For a moment, the water spirit beads vibrated slightly, and the blue light was even worse. Su Siyuan urged his whole body to inject yuan force into the water spirit bead. He knew that success or failure was in one fell swoop.

Nanmen Feng also saw that Su Siyuan wanted to work hard. At this time, the yuan force in his body was less than 30%. The warm current returned by Xuanyuan sword gradually disappeared. He also understood that he couldn't drag on.

It's time to decide.

"Fight!" the South Gate Maple shouted, and Xuanyuan sword took bursts of wind and thunder. It seemed that he felt the strong fighting spirit of the South Gate maple, and the spirit of the Dragon roared and jumped at Su Siyuan.

The water spirit beads in Su Siyuan's palms whirled rapidly, setting off a gust of wind and waves. In the blink of an eye, a dark blue tornado wave appeared impressively on the challenge arena.

Yuan Li was furious and rushed towards the tornado. In an instant, he sent out a faint threat, and even the people under the stage felt its power.

"So strong!" the crowd stared at the two people on the stage. Their attack power has been infinitely close to the real martial arts, and may have surpassed the ordinary real martial arts.

Someone secretly asked himself, "can I win if I go up?"

Of course, the answer is no. I'm afraid few of the spiritual warriors can take this violent blow.

"Go!"

With Su Siyuan's angry drink, the tornado wave rotates at high speed and sweeps away towards the South Gate maple.

The spirit of the Dragon took the lead, looked at the oncoming waves, was not afraid, roared with excitement, opened his mouth and rushed away. Xuanyuan sword then arrived. The wind and thunder rolled and fiercely chopped at the soul grabbing tornado wave!

Boom!

With a loud noise, the challenge arena vibrated violently. The crowd under the stage felt that the ground was shaking, and the wild Yuan Li shot down from the challenge arena. Some people hurried to avoid, and some angrily waved and clapped at the Yuan Li.

For a moment, there was chaos under the stage.

In a few moments, everything is plain. The crowd looked at the challenge arena in awe. They couldn't resist anyone.

A green and a white figure stand opposite each other, and their clothes are bloodstained and dilapidated. The maple Xuanyuan sword at the south gate stood on the ground, Su Siyuan's arms drooped and his eyes were burning.

"Who won?"

"It seems that Su Siyuan won, and Nanmen Maple stabilized his body with the help of a long sword." someone said thoughtfully.

"Not necessarily. I think Nanmen Feng won." someone retorted immediately.

"What do you say?"

The man continued, "don't you see the smile at the corner of the maple mouth in the south gate?"

Yes, Nanmen Feng is smiling, but he is smiling bitterly. Just now that blow exhausted his whole body strength. At this time, if it weren't for Xuanyuan sword, he didn't even have the strength to stand. Now we don't need Su Siyuan to do it. Just a breeze can blow him down.

The gap of cultivation is still difficult to make up.

"Cough! Cough!"

Su Siyuan was the first to break the silence. He coughed a little, blood gurgled from the corners of his mouth, and dyed his chest white into a bright red. A striking wound appeared on the chest, revealing the inner nail.

Su Siyuan secretly said, "if it weren't for the internal armor, I'm afraid I'd be pierced and broken at the moment." even so, the skin on his chest was cut out of a scar and three points into the meat. The meridians in his body are messy and the Dantian is empty. He doesn't even have the strength to move now.

He can stand here only with his faith and pride.

The war was extremely tragic. Now no one has the strength to distinguish the victory or defeat, although all we have to do is go to the other party and touch it gently.

"You won!" Su Siyuan said hard. He wanted to kill nanmenfeng, but his pride told himself that he had lost.