This was the first time that Shadow Weaver witnessed a life-and-death battle between the protoss.

Nanming Lihuo's power had reached its extreme, and the sword formation below was activated the moment the narrow sword stained with his painstaking efforts pointed to the sky in the hand of Lord Weiyuan.

There was a bright light on the competition stage. Even if a barrier was set up around the competition stage, the light penetrated into everyone's eyes unabated, making it impossible to see for a short time.

When everyone calmed down and opened their eyes, the competition was over, and the competition platform was almost in ruins. All they could see was scorched earth and bloodstains, which was shocking.

Amidst the flying dust, one person touched the ground on one knee, and another collapsed on the ground.

Someone asked hesitantly: "Is this... the end?" This was not only a question to themselves, but also a question in most people's minds.

The big man stared at Zhi Ying aside, only to see her slowly combing her hair, the veins on her forehead twitching twice, her lips trembling and unable to speak for a long time, and she turned back with a low hum.

Zhiying ignored them, tied up her hair, and stared at the two bloody men on the stage with a confused expression.

The ice gauze can withstand the real fire of the sun, and can also block the Nanmingli fire. When the light was shining just now, she immediately covered her eyes with the ice gauze, and was able to see the duel clearly.

When the divine bird transformed from Nan Ming Li's fire swooped down menacingly, the sword array controlled by the Weiyuan God Lord also rose from the ground. It was so dazzling that it was like the first light rising after the opening of Hongmeng. Compared with Nan Ming Li's fire

Brighter.

As soon as the divine bird and the sword array came into contact, there was a violent vibration. For a moment, the sword energy was overwhelming and the fire was overwhelming, causing the situation in that area to change colors and smoke and dust to rise everywhere.

And that black figure seemed to be walking through it without any influence. After a moment, the pace suddenly stopped, and the narrow sword in his hand was stabbed straight forward. The expression of the Suzaku Divine Lord suddenly changed, urging the divine bird to fly away, and the Weiyuan Divine Lord

With a flash of his body, he chased away, and the Suzaku God Lord also rushed forward.

The two of them fought for several moves, changing their body shapes. Weiyuan Shenjun made a feint move, and then threw out a narrow sword with the movement, stabbing the heart of the divine bird that flew behind him with incomparable accuracy.

If this sword hits, the Suzaku God Lord will definitely be defeated, and he will never let such a thing happen.

A look of determination appeared on his face, and he cast out his spell. A ball of brilliant and dazzling red light exploded, directly blasting the God Weiyuan who was closest to it into a bloody man. He fell to the barrier, his energy was like a gossamer, and he was no longer able to survive.

Fighting, the Suzaku Divine Lord also fell to the ground in a state of panic, his spirit was listless, his eyes were looking at the Weiyuan Divine Lord over there, and he put his hands on the ground and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

The light is annihilated, and a life-and-death battle ends.

Before everyone could realize what had just happened, Sangtai, as the referee, took the initiative and announced loudly: "In the first game, the Suzaku God wins!"

The big man was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and arrogantly said to Zhiying: "Girl, how are you? The Suzaku God won, right?"

Zhiying only shook his head, pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

The victory was a victory, but it was a miserable victory in which the enemy was injured one thousand and oneself suffered eight hundred losses.

That ball of red light was emitted by the self-destruction of the heart of the divine bird. Nanming Lihuo lost most of it. After this battle, even if the Suzaku Lord won, he would not be able to participate in the next round of competition.

This is just a competition. Because of the so-called interests in the eyes of the forces behind the two sides, Lord Suzaku has no choice, and Lord Weiyuan must do his best, making it a life-and-death duel.

The lingering nightmare appeared in front of me in another way. Weaver closed her eyes as if to escape, and her eyebrows became tangled into a profound word "Chuan".

"They are all still alive." Xiao Jinwu said softly.

Shadow Weaver cheered up slightly.

Yes, they are still alive, which is the best ending. At least in this way, Changchun Lord and Shiya Lord will no longer have any reason for these former comrades to fight each other.

Not long after, Ji Li's voice came.

"The war is not over, the troops are not hidden, everything is not over yet."

Zhiying suddenly opened his eyes and his mind was clear. Due to the situation, he only nodded slightly to Ji Li's back and whispered solemnly: "Thank you."

At the end of the first competition, Yiyang went up to help Lord Suzaku down, while Lord Weiyuan was given a pill and was carried back by his two fellow gods to recuperate.

The competition stage does not need to be cleaned manually. When there is no one on the stage, the magic circle inside automatically activates. The ruins are rebuilt inch by inch. The wind and smoke disappear by the minute. In less than two breaths, it has returned to its original flat and clean appearance. Quietly

Waiting for the next competition.

This time, the people who drew the same numbers were Bai He, a woman from the fox tribe, and a boy from the wolf tribe.

The face is beautiful, with the posture of a green lotus, and there is no coquettishness at all.

This was Zhiying's first impression of Bai He, but the result of the competition was a surprise to her.

Bai He and the wolf boy were evenly matched in terms of spell cultivation and other aspects, and they were evenly matched. However, at the last moment of the competition, Bai He's eyes suddenly turned and he smiled sweetly. He was so ecstatic and romantic that he called the wolf on the spot.

Half of the boy's bones were softened. Seizing the right opportunity, she raised her leg and kicked the boy, causing him to roll off the competition platform in a smooth manner.

The audience burst into laughter, Weaver Ying also broke the ice and laughed, and the Queen and the Queen couldn't help but smile.

Mrs. Yantang turned her gaze slightly and saw Gao Tang holding a charming maid in his arms, but with her understanding of Gao Tang, she could not tell that it was an absent-minded act.

She couldn't help but feel a hidden worry in her heart. She just hoped that her little brother, who had always been surrounded by thousands of flowers and never touched a leaf, would not miss important events because of the betrayal of the person next to her.

Then he glanced at the smiling face of Zhiying Qiao over there, and the face on the painting screen unexpectedly came to mind. Suddenly, it twisted inch by inch, turning into another face that had not been seen for hundreds of years. Mrs. Yantang felt uneasy.

Bite your teeth.

In that compartment, the wolf boy got up from the ground and dusted himself off. His cold gaze was like a cold arrow in the night. Behind him, Feng Juxu had a livid face, and his teeth were almost broken. It seemed that he was the one everyone was laughing at.

The people around him were filled with indignation and could not help but feel anxious.

Zhiying slowly suppressed his smile, glanced over quickly, and suddenly froze.

Little Jinwu noticed it and asked, "What's wrong?"

He glanced around and found nothing. Zhiying shook his head in confusion: "I always feel like there are a pair of eyes staring at me, but I can't find them even if I look carefully."

"Could it be the sequelae of watching too many anecdotes?" Xiao Jinwu teased with a smile, earning Weaver Ying's eyes and secretly paying attention.

After each competition, except for the first few games, Zhiying had almost no impression in retrospect, because she mostly meditated and adjusted her breath.

There was a tough battle to be fought tonight, and she had to cheer up, solve this task as soon as possible, and peel off Sijin's soul as soon as possible, so that she could complete another thing with all her self.

It was a night with no stars or moon. Only the sound of the wind blowing by my ears was whining, like a married woman weeping. It was especially eerie to hear in a lonely and quiet place.

Zhiying's face remained as usual, looking forward, stepping on soft turf, and upon closer inspection, his steps were a bit chaotic.

Little Golden Crow lowered his eyes and glanced at the hand that was tightly holding his two fingers, feeling helpless. Weaving Shadow was not afraid of the dark, nor was it afraid of silence, but was afraid of the silence in the dark, but his face was very calm.

It was more than five hundred years ago that he discovered this weakness of hers when he took her to catch white-fronted civets in the caves of Yiwang Mountain.

As soon as she entered the cave, she subconsciously grabbed two of his fingers, shivering all over, and wouldn't let go even if her palms were burned with blisters. He also laughed at her at that time, saying how could there be such a timid god in heaven.
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