Xiang Ji's body flew high, and then fell directly from the high ring, making a heavy muffled sound.
Only then did everyone realize that the Neck Halberd, which was originally tall and extremely muscular, was now covered in blood scabs, and its skin looked very shriveled and wrinkled, and there was a faint feeling as if it was old age.
Reversing the five qi and breaking the cauldron will bring a huge burden to the body. The instantaneous explosion of the Blood Halberd Technique consumes too much blood. In addition, Nomi Yamayoko's final full-force collision, combined with the superposition of multiple factors, It is almost a miracle that the Xiangji can hold on without dying instantly.
Although his body was almost exhausted, the most important thing was that the look in his eyes was disappearing, leaving behind a sense of unwillingness and gloom.
Tianlong Poji was actually defeated head-on by his opponent. He was ashamed of his own inheritance and the trust that countless people had placed in him.
This feeling was even more uncomfortable for him than if he died on the spot.
At that time, the ancient overlord was not defeated, but after the defeat, he lost everything, just because his belief was broken. The stronger his self-esteem, the firmer his will, but the backlash when he was defeated was the most violent.
So Wujiang committed suicide.
At this time, Xiang Ji was also in a similar state.
This battle was a huge blow to him. If his will continues to be depressed, with his current injury, it may lead to serious consequences.
Swish, brush, brush!!
Several figures came to Xiang Ji's side in an instant, it was Zhao Xuanqi and others.
At the same time, the referee from the sidelines rushed over immediately. This referee was obviously from the Wushu Association. At this moment, he directly took out a bottle of Jinliuyu Liquid, which looked like it weighed half a kilogram.
"Give me."
Zhang Hongyun immediately stepped forward and snatched the Jinliuyuye from the referee's hand. At the same time, he took out the needle bag and waved his arm. In an instant, countless silver needles penetrated Xiang Ji's body through the special technique of Doumu Yuanhun Needle, trembling slightly.
brush!!
He unscrewed the cap of the wound medicine bottle, waved his hand gently, and part of the medicine spilled out. He flicked his fingers and used his precise force to break the spilled medicine into little drops of water, which fell on every place where the silver needle fell. Point, causing the medicinal liquid to penetrate into Xiang Ji's body along with the tremor of the silver needle, exerting the best effect instantly.
Xiang Ji's weakening aura stabilized instantly, at least his life was not in danger.
Zhang Hongyun then went up to take Xiang Ji's pulse.
"The internal organs are in a mess, as if they have been burned by a fire, the energy and blood are almost completely depleted, and the bones in the whole body are almost shattered. It is difficult to say whether an injury of this level can be fully recovered even with enough high-quality medicine. In the end, What’s important is”
Zhang Hongyun said in a deep voice, looking at Xiang Ji's eyes at this moment.
Although the situation is stable, the frustration in his eyes has not changed.
God controls everything in the human body. If the will is depressed, the recovery from injuries will be greatly affected. For a patient, optimism or depression are likely to have two results for the recovery of the body.
If Xiang Ji cannot overcome this blow, it is not impossible that he will become a disabled person.
"Xiang Ji, one victory or defeat doesn't mean anything. If you admit defeat now, you have really lost."
Lu Yuanxiang said.
"Cheer up, keep the green hills, and still have a chance to make a comeback!"
Zhao Yuan also spoke.
However, Xiang Ji's eyes remained indifferent.
"Now it seems that the so-called ancient overlord is indeed praised by the world, and he is worthy of the name. But it is nothing more than this. Wujiang committed suicide and was a cowardly act."
Zhao Xuanqi said with a cold voice and a calm expression. He looked at the halberd on the ground as if he were looking at a pile of garbage.
Everyone thought this was his way of provoking generals, but from his demeanor and will, they couldn't see anything fake. The contempt came from his heart.
"Does a hegemon refer to a person who is undefeated regardless of the situation? In my opinion, a true hegemon should stand firm in the world when he wins, and when he loses, he can endure and work hard. The so-called hegemony, how can it be controlled by victory or defeat? He will collapse after a defeat.
, It is really a cowardly act. I originally looked up to you, but now it seems that it doesn’t matter if you are dead, how can I, Zhao Xuanqi, associate with a coward?"
Zhao Xuanqi said calmly, then turned his head directly and left Xiang Ji without looking back.
"The Fist of the Holy Beast? You're talking loud and clear. This time it's Xiang Ji. It will be your turn next time. I hope you can be as tough as you are now."
On the stage, Nomiyama stood on the edge of the ring. His huge body blocked the light and cast a large shadow, shrouding Zhao Xuanqi.
At this moment, a large number of wounds were visible to the naked eye on his body. More than a dozen pieces of flesh and blood were cut off directly by the Blood Halberd Technique. Blood was flowing all over his body, and the blood was soaring to the sky. The feeling of oppression was extremely overwhelming.
Zhao Xuanqi glanced at this person, said nothing at all, turned around and continued walking towards the rest area.
There is no point in talking too much. If we meet him then, they will understand everything.
Seeing that Zhao Xuanqi remained silent, Nomiyama sneered, glanced at Xiang Ji, and felt a little regretful that he didn't kill the opponent with one blow, leaving behind the consequences.
However, looking at his situation, he is still a waste even if he is alive.
Unexpectedly, at the moment when Zhao Xuanqi's figure was about to disappear into the crowd, Xiang Ji's expression suddenly regained some vitality.
Then, his exhausted body finally reached its limit, his eyes slowly closed, and he completely fell into a coma.
Soon, the medical staff prepared by the Wuhui Association rushed over, carried Xiang Ji onto a stretcher, and sent him to receive further treatment.
"Xiang Ji lost"
"One of the three strongest people in martial arts lost the Neon Man like this"
"The Heavenly Dragon breaks through the extreme, but is defeated by the Neon Martial Arts"
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A series of murmurs and discussions came from the teahouse audience, gradually becoming more and more intense.
Xiang Ji, the descendant of Tianlong Poji and the ancient overlord, is one of the three strongest contestants in this martial arts competition. In the eyes of the folk martial arts community and many spectators, he represents the top combat power in the folk martial arts community.
But now, he was defeated, and defeated so completely that he seemed to have exhausted almost all the blood in his body. He was in such a miserable state that perhaps even his will had been defeated by the opponent.
This was almost as if a pillar in everyone's hearts had fallen, making everyone lose confidence in the outcome of the martial arts debate.
Originally, even though Neon Martial Arts was fierce, even after two rounds of competition, the small number of Neon warriors gradually equaled the number of Shenzhou warriors. Even if the Seven Stars were defeated, everyone still had hope in their hearts. Xiang Ji , Zhao Yuan, and now Zhao Xuanqi has been added, these top three have at least not failed yet.
But now, this psychological comfort has been broken, and the seeds of failure have been sown in everyone's hearts.
Nomiyama Heng's goal has been achieved. In this battle, he will be powerful in China.
After stepping off the ring, Nomiyama Heng's body gradually shrank, and a large number of things similar to skin debris scattered from his body surface. This is the metabolic process caused by the cells starting to shrink after the cells stopped supplying nutrients to the giant cells. things.
All the neon warriors looked at him with expressions of approval.
"Chinese martial arts, that's all."
He grinned.
On the other side, key figures from many major forces watched the entire competition.
In the VIP box, Hong Luan stared at Nomiyama Heng's back with a calm expression: "Is he the best warrior under Neon's will? He has some abilities, but it's just a halberd. Tianlong Poji is just a incomplete version. The most critical power of Double Eyes has been lost, and we can only win under targeted circumstances. What is there to be proud of?"
"If things continue like this, there is no need for me to take special action. Once the martial arts association is defeated, I see what the three guys can do to protect Zhao Xuanqi. However, if they can't defeat these guys, I have to consider it. How complete is the Fist of the Holy Beast that I have been taught?"
All the spectators were talking, and the news spread quickly. The news of Xiang Ji's defeat was so shocking that no one had the intention to watch other matches today.
A large number of Tianjin newspapers rushed to print more newspapers and set aside a separate page to introduce Xiang Ji's defeat.
"The descendants of the ancient overlord were defeated by the neon warriors. Is the Tianlong Poji just a false name?"
"One of the strongest martial arts in the world, Xiang Ji, was defeated. Is Neon Martial Arts invincible?"
The headlines of this type of publications and newspapers are already friendly, but among some newspapers controlled by Neon, the headlines are even more sharp.
"Is Chinese Martial Arts Obsolete?"
"On the Advantages and Disadvantages of Shenzhou Martial Arts and Neon Martial Arts"
Titles of this type appeared in endlessly, and the news soon spread from Tianjin, and newspapers from all over the country began to rush to report on it. In the end, even major warlords used their power to ban some too offensive remarks and reports. diffusion.
They just hope to defeat the Jinmen Martial Arts Association by borrowing money to kill people, thereby attacking the entire civil martial arts community in China, so that they can easily conquer the power, and take advantage of the situation to break up the intricate entanglements of interests in Jinmen and redistribute them among themselves.
However, completely ruining the reputation of the entire Chinese martial arts is not what they want to see.
However, even though the major warlords came forward to stop some too negative news, the news of Xiang Ji's defeat still became the focus of people's attention.
Tragedy spread everywhere, and warlords everywhere seized the opportunity to promote themselves and further suppress the forces in the folk martial arts community.
At the martial arts headquarters, the three guys gathered together.
"The situation is very unfavorable to us. Some forces even sent us letters, hoping that we would end the military debate."
"If this continues, the century-old reputation of our Jinmen Martial Arts Association will probably be lost."
The guy said with a solemn expression.
"The remaining two people, Zhao Yuan and Zhao Xuanqi, do you think they still have a chance?"
The local man also spoke.
"Whether we win or lose, now that we have done it, there is no room for regret. However, I think it is too early to say that we are in despair."
Tianlao said calmly.
Neon consulate, conference room.
"Nomi-kun, you have done a good job. It seems that I have underestimated everyone in Xuanyang Society. I would like to apologize."
Yamada Ichiro said to everyone in Xuanyang Society.
"Everyone, the strongest in the martial arts competition are Zhao Yuan and Zhao Xuanqi. As long as one of them is defeated, the outcome of this martial arts debate is already doomed. I hope you don't relax."
Sano Shuichi said.
"You two, you can rest assured. What you should worry about now is how you will play this game once the Jinmen Martial Arts Association loses and its reputation plummets, and the eight major warlords intervene."
Nomiyama Heng grinned and said, with the help of high-quality wound medicine, his injuries have healed. Although those wounds look ferocious, they are actually only skin wounds.
"We have already made preparations."
Yamada Ichiro said calmly.
Amidst the discussions and undercurrents, time passed quickly, and the next day came quickly.
In the early morning, at the same time, the remaining twenty-eight contestants gathered in Longwu Square for today's showdown draw. At this time, only one of the arenas in the square had been removed.
Each of the fourteen games will be played under the spotlight.
This time, the number of Neon warriors remaining is fifteen, which has exceeded the number of Shenzhou warriors.
Zhang Hongyun, Shi Huaian and others had all been defeated in the third round yesterday, and among the seven generals, besides Xiang Ji, one more person had lost yesterday.
Today, after three rounds of competition, although there are still many spectators in the surrounding teahouses, it can be clearly noticed that the excitement is no longer the same as before.
Xiang Ji's defeat, as well as yesterday's multiple defeats, made too many people lose confidence. Some people were unwilling to continue watching, while others did not dare.
Love is so deep and painful.
Many people now have absolutely no confidence in whether Shenzhou Martial Arts can win.
"Lu Yuanxiang of the Great Luo Qi Sect faced off against one of the Ten Chas, the successor of the Hongliu Dao! Lu Yuanxiang himself is a successor of the Feng Shui Qi Sect, and he is almost at the bottom among the Seven Generals. He was able to enter this round because he did not encounter a strong opponent.
Now that we have encountered one of the ten evil forces, I am afraid we will lose more than we win!"
"Qingyuan Miaofa Zhou Yu faced off against Nomiyama Heng. Oh my God, is another Seven Stars going to lose?! Why don't there be a few neon warriors who can fight against them? God is also on their side.
One side?"
"Finally, there is good news. Zhao Yuan faced off against a top-notch successor. This game is at least stable, right?"
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As the drawing of lots progressed, the results of the battle table gradually came out, and there were even more cries of mourning. Everyone discovered with some horror that in all the battles, few Chinese warriors seemed to be sure of victory.
"Zhao Zhao Xuanqi's opponent is one of the Three Heavenly Chakras!!"
At this moment, another lottery result came out, causing everyone to exclaim.
"Kamiki Aikido, Shibukawa Ko!!"
"Did anyone of the remaining two strongest people encounter Sansansha again?"
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Everyone was talking, but this time there was no longer the excitement before, but a kind of fear spreading.
If Zhao Xuanqi loses, can Zhao Yuan alone be able to compete with Neon Santiansha?
I'm afraid that by that time, the debate on martial arts will be declared a complete failure, right?
On the other side, in Longwu Square.
The moment he saw the duel table, Zhao Xuanqi's eyes turned to the neon camp and intertwined with the eyes of a man.
The man's green pupils instantly turned into a cross shape, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.