On the east stand, Chen Yunsheng closed his eyes. It wasn't that he didn't care about the fight in the ring, but he was concentrating on dispersing his consciousness onto the ring. -" (votw) This place is more than seventy feet away from the ring. With
The situation in the red sand could not be seen clearly with the naked eye. A trace of worry appeared on his face. Although the tip of the white knife was less than two feet away from the opponent's heart, the further forward, the greater the resistance of the red sand, every inch
They are all as solid as rock. Although Bai Ye is moving, it is very slow, and Bai Huahua's hard work can be seen.
Behind the stands, Bai Shisan and the Blood Lion were holding their breath and concentrating, no longer talking eloquently. Bai Shisan bit his lower lip hard, and blood oozed out unknowingly. He tightly held the thick wooden handrail in front of him with his fingers.
Deeply trapped in it, sawdust fell to the ground. This kind of tension has never been experienced in the White Tiger Shrine. Although it is exciting, it is also worrying. After all, Bai Huahua is his only sister and the youngest woman in the family. If something goes wrong,
It's an accident, and you can't blame yourself.
On the ring, in the red sand, Bai Huahua felt the mountain-like pressure from in front of her. Her hands were trembling slightly, and she couldn't aim at the opponent's left chest. His legs were like a huge boulder pressing down, and every time he lifted them,
It is very difficult to lift even an inch.
Under the protective aura condensed by the White Tiger God, Chishafa injured her, but if Bai Ye was taken back, this aura would be vulnerable to the raging storm.
Bai Huahua calmly made the first difficult decision in her life. She was calm because she didn't have much time to think about it. It was difficult because this decision might cost her her life.
The woman gathered the remaining spiritual energy on the white night. The white flame-like light emitted on the white night instantly converged and converged on one point, forming a dazzling bright spot. The color of the white tiger behind Bai Huahua dimmed a lot, and most of the white tiger's color dimmed.
The spiritual energy is gathered behind the tip of the knife, and the natural method takes into account the effect of the white tiger transforming into a god.
Bai Ye's forward resistance suddenly became smaller, but Bai Huahua felt the huge impact of the red sand being blown up by the strong wind. The tiny sand grains penetrated the weakened layer of spiritual energy at extremely high speed, and then hit her body.
, a burst of intense pain almost made her dizzy. Even the powerful bodies of the White Tiger clan could not last long in this red sand storm, she had to hurry.
Bai Ye was like splitting a dark red silk, with a huge cutting sound, approaching Shangshan Hu's chest inch by inch. Yu Jing was a little panicked, he had already applied all his spiritual energy to the blood knife, and this huge red ball
The sand storm consumed a huge amount of energy. Even though his spiritual energy was much stronger than Bai Huahua's, he couldn't withstand such consumption. The key was that this woman was approaching him. Even if his recovery ability was extremely strong, he couldn't still be alive and kicking after the other party pierced his heart.
After fighting until now, he could only use all his strength. He used the remaining 20% of his spiritual energy that monks would never use, and tried to capture the woman even though his Dao foundation was damaged. His body was shining with red light, and a huge red sand storm
It stretched for more than thirty years. Above the stands, the figures of the two people were shrouded in red sand.[
When Ji Pingnan saw this scene, he sighed softly: "Yu Jing is in trouble."
Feng Sheng squinted his eyes, feeling less confident in his prediction just now. It seemed that the tiger girl was not as unsustainable as he thought.
The white hair in a bun was scattered and lifted up by the wind. The gauze clothes on her body were fluttering, and the hem of her clothes had long been torn to pieces by the strong wind. Bai Ye's tip was only one inch away from the opponent's chest, but this inch was the most difficult inch. She tried her best
Even with all my strength, I couldn't score another point.
A ray of light appeared in Bai Huahua's eyes. She decided not to drive the white tiger to become a god, but to pour all her spiritual energy into Bai Ye. As soon as this idea came to her mind, she put it into practice.
For a moment, the light on the woman's body dimmed to the extreme, but the light at the tip of the white night was like the starlight in the dark night, stubbornly penetrating the thick dark red, making everyone in the stands around him feel dazed.
"She worked hard." Ji Pingnan sighed.
"Damn woman, so cruel!" Gongsun Xing cursed.
"Huahua!" Bai Shisan roared.
Chen Yunsheng opened his eyes. This knife was for him. Suddenly, a ball of golden light sprouted from his body, and the light and shadow of a unicorn was so real that it made people trance. He moved, and everyone was stunned.
Baiye penetrated Yu Jing's left chest.
A moment.
Bai Huahua was blown away by the violent storm, like a soulless corpse. She was allowed to fly out of the ring and crashed into a hard stone forest.
Chen Yunsheng appeared behind her, cast two thick magnetic nets in succession, and caught Bai Huahua. At this moment, she was unconscious.
The manic storm in the arena stopped as the caster fell. Yu Jing knelt on his knees, leaning on the ground with the long red knife in his hand. Blood was dripping on his chest, gradually forming a small pool on the ground, along the
The lines of the magic circle flowed away.
The middle-aged monk jumped onto the ring, squatted in front of Shangshan Hu and looked at it for a long time. He shook his head. Just when he was about to stand up and announce that there was no winner in this competition, Shangshanhu's left hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the middle-aged monk stiffly.
The hem of clothes.[
Although this action was small, it was full of power. The middle-aged monks were filled with astonishment. A monk whose left chest was pierced was not dead yet. At this moment, thunderous cheers erupted from all around. The people of Jinsha were impressed by the tenacity of the Lantau Pass warriors.
He expressed great satisfaction. He has always regarded these warriors as the bulwark to protect his family and country. Naturally, the stronger they are, the more respected they are.
Of course, this kind of respect not only comes from the absolute worship of strength, but also comes from the people of Jinsha's favor for perseverance, which is also what Jinsha war cultivators shine. Therefore, the tiger who went up the mountain knelt down without falling, and held it high.
A hand has for a long time become a symbol of the battle spirit of Lantau Pass.
Two combat cultivators from Lantau Pass had already jumped onto the ring, applied a layer of light yellow powder on Yu Jing's left chest, and then lifted him off.
Ji Pingnan stood as straight as a tall, strong tree. When he saw a man coming to treat Yu Jing, he stopped him and asked, "How is his injury?"
Seeing the concern on the face of the usually unsmiling General Protecting the Nation, the war cultivator said wisely: "If the sword points two times to the left, General Yu may be in danger of dying. Although he is not in danger of dying at the moment,
But, if the Dao foundation is moved, it may not be able to be restored in a short time."
Ji Pingnan waved his hand slowly. When the monk walked away, a hint of relief appeared on his resolute face. He turned to Feng Sheng, who also had a serious face, and said, "Pass my order to use the best medicine for Yu Jing."
, we must let him recover within a month."
Feng Sheng nodded, turned around and walked down the stand.
The middle-aged monk stroked his beard under his chin, calmed down his excitement, and said without pride: "In the second match, Yu Jing defeated Bai Murong. Longchuan and Yinsha each gained one victory, and the two sides drew."
Amid the roaring cheers from all around, Chen Yunsheng carried Bai Huahua to the east stand. Both the monks from Longchuan and the disciples from the Tianqiong Sect were silent. Bai Huahua closed her eyes tightly, her body was extremely hot and she was unconscious.
The ground twitched.
The moment Chen Yunsheng took over the woman, he activated the Hunrong Technique. At this moment, the green spirit essence had been poured into the Qi veins around her body, nourishing the veins and Qi and blood. He felt a weak suction force coming from the woman's body, pulling her
The spiritual energy he injected slowly and firmly was absorbed, and Chen Yunsheng's hanging heart gradually relaxed.
The woman's life was saved, but Daoji was seriously injured. Even if the injury recovers, it may not be able to reach the level of cultivation before the fight. Bai Shisan walked up with concern. There were no tears on his face, only a look of pride.
In the White Tiger tribe, pride is their eternal epitaph for tribesmen who have been injured or even died due to their bravery.
In the spotlight of everyone, after a long time, Bai Huahua slowly opened his eyes and saw that he was in Chen Yunsheng's arms. The woman twitched unconsciously. When he saw the silence on the faces of the people around him, he murmured.
He murmured: "Failed?"
"Although defeated, it is still an honor." Chen Yunsheng nodded lightly.
Bai Huahua frowned in annoyance and said, "Brother, I have embarrassed the White Tiger Clan."
Bai Shisan smiled with a smile on his face and said: "No matter what stupid words you say, you will always be the pride of the White Tiger Clan."
Chen Yunsheng took out more than ten grains of spiritual millet from the Naxu Ring and stuffed them into Bai Huahua's mouth. This substance was not more powerful than the elixir, but it was pure spiritual energy that fit best with the human body. After swallowing ten grains of spiritual millet,
Bai Huahua's complexion has improved significantly, and the redness and heat have receded a lot.
Chen Yunsheng waved to Jiang Xueqin and Fang Minglan and asked the two women to take care of Bai Huahua.
The arena still has to go on.
The middle-aged monk stared at the huge sun above his head, squinted at the spectators around him who were still unfinished, and then looked at the not-seriously-damaged arena under his feet, and an idea came to his mind. Last night, he listened to complaints all night about those who were resting the arena.
The war cultivators were complaining about the practice of starting the competition the next day. In order to take care of the Lantau Pass war cultivators who were resting in a simple house on Sifangtai, the middle-aged monks decided to have another competition in the afternoon. Anyway, the arena was damaged, and the accumulation of two battles was
At the same time, the total workload must be less.
"Mingyuetai will rest for an hour at noon, and we will have the next battle in the afternoon." After saying this, he walked down the stage lightly.
On the east stand, Gongsun Xing excitedly shook his folding fan, looked at the dark-faced You Jie beside him with a joyful expression and said: "It seems that the war cultivators in Lantau Pass are not all useless, that tiger who went down the mountain still has two hands.
"
Youjie hurriedly corrected him: "Uncle Master, that monk is a tiger on the mountain."
Gongsun Xing hit You Ke on the head with the handle of the fan, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter whether he is up or down, winning is the right thing to do. As I continue to watch the battle this afternoon, I suddenly feel that this arena has nothing to do with me, and it is all left to Lantau
Guan Zhanxiu can do it, even if they lose, I’ll just be happy.”
Youjie said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Your Highness, we should be careful what we say. There are war cultivators from Jinsha everywhere here. If they hear us, it might be detrimental to us."
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