Under the bombardment of this invisible and colorless energy, Xiang Duxiu could not hide at all. She could only keep moving forward, forward, and forward again.
"Snatch!"
Two more attacks fell on Xiang Duxiu, but at this time, she summoned up her last strength and shot Qian Yuling with her sword.
Xiang Duxiu flew out with an ethereal and agile posture.
Qian Yuling, who was on the opposite side, couldn't avoid Xiang Duxiu's sword edge. Just as blood was about to splash on the ring, He Long on the side made a fierce move, and with a wave of strength, he knocked Xiang Duxiu's sword away.
Jade sword.
"cough!"
Xiang Duxiu coughed heavily and coughed up a few droplets of blood. He held the scabbard with one hand and looked stubborn, refusing to fall down.
Qian Yuling, who was still alive after the disaster, also stood up with a pale face. From the beginning to the end, she never touched the thin sword at her waist and almost forgot about it.
However, this is not her fault.
That thin sword was originally used for emergencies or for decoration, but at this critical moment of life and death, she completely forgot about it.
Now that the fight has reached the point where even He Long takes action, the battle is considered over.
The tall Hehan looked at the two of them, and a rumbling voice sounded.
"It's a draw, how about it?"
Although it was a question, since he, the chief referee, had already said it, what did Xiang Duxiu and Qian Yuling have to object to.
In the stands, Meng Changsheng jumped up and appeared on the arena again, fiercely lifting the fallen Xiang Duxiu up.
While supporting her, Meng Changsheng suddenly smelled a strange aroma, an aroma that he had never smelled before...
Seeing Meng Changsheng, Xiang Duxiu smiled slightly, then fell softly into his arms and fell asleep peacefully.
Meng Changsheng frowned, and doubts reappeared between his brows.
After stroking her upright, Meng Changsheng waved his hand, sucked back the long sword she had fallen to the ground, and then quickly led her back to the stand.
The records of both sides include one win and one draw. If Jiutian loses in the next battle, the Dragon Team player will win. Otherwise, Meng Changsheng will fight the winner of Jiutian Team.
However, Leng Meiying did not intend to let this situation happen.
Ye Lin, who had returned to the ring and was seated, stood up again and jumped out of the arena.
"Let me take part in this battle. What about you, who will you send to fight?"
Ye Lin's current reputation is much greater than that of Leng Meiying. In the eyes of many people, Ye Lin is the boss of the dragon group. Therefore, when the people of Jiutian saw Ye Lin appear on the stage, they all
Everyone's eyes widened...
After hesitating for a moment, Xu Muzhou stood up.
"Let me do it! Junior Ye Lin, I have admired your name for a long time."
Ye Lin responded with a calm smile: "I don't dare, senior, please!"
The two exchanged polite words for a while, and then they violently attacked each other.
Ye Lin moved a little faster, and as soon as he took action, the silver and black spears popped out of the space ring at the same time.
The guns moved with the heart, and the heart moved with the shadow. The two guns picked out countless beautiful gun flowers in mid-air.
Although Guns N' Roses is beautiful, there are terrible murderous intentions hidden behind this beauty, and only Ye Lin knows that.
Seeing Ye Lin take action, Xu Muzhou didn't dare to be careless.
The hands were waved and waved, and the fingertips were full of green flames, like elves scattered in the air, constantly jumping and making a fuss.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
The gun flowers bloomed, greeted by blue fireballs, and then detonated.
