Chapter 313 Zhuo Mufeng, if you have a seed, stay!
The ferocious and powerful bloody fist hit the bright yellow sword light without any illusions, and time seemed to have stopped for an almost non-existent moment.
The next moment!
It was like many bubbles being popped, or like the sizzling sound made by iron blocks being burned by fire. In a pair of widened eyes, the blood-colored fists split open, and wisps of yellow knife light followed the intertwined cracks of the fists, shooting out from different directions.
He stabbed Tie Yunge, who was greatly weakened after using up all his punches.
However, even though the bloody fist was split, its power still remained, and it actually defeated the bright yellow sword light at the same time.
In the mottled and broken glass-like brilliance, the bloody fist was continuously weakened by the light of the knife, and its size became smaller and smaller, but its speed did not decrease. It drew a bloody rainbow in the air, so fast that it made people's hearts tremble.
The pale-faced Miao Xiangjun let out a thunderous roar, the muscles of his arms bulging, and the special-shaped knife in his hand was blocked in front of him. A twisted transparent flame burned on the surface to protect his whole body.
Few people know that it was Wu Guanting's intervention that helped Miao Xiangjun understand the second suffering of the Eight Sufferings Magic Art and apply the first suffering to the point of mastery.
If not, even Miao Xiangjun had to admit that he might have been defeated by Tie Yunge long ago.
Two bangs, bang, bang, almost at the same time.
The bloody fist punched out a big hole in the transparent flame. At the end of the big hole, sparks flickered on the surface of the alien knife. Miao Xiangjun grunted, and the long knife almost flew out with his hands. However, there was still a trace of fist power left, and it penetrated into his chest, knocking him out.
Miao Xiangjun flew away.
"Brother!" Miao shouted to Yu, with a shocked and anxious expression on his face.
Miao Li's old face was also very ugly. His fists in his sleeves were clenched and he almost couldn't help but take action. His eyes were fixed on the field without blinking.
Tie Yunge on the opposite side also flew out horizontally. Under the impact of the sword light, a blood mark extended from the left rib to the right shoulder. At a glance, the whole person seemed to be divided into two halves, and a cloud of blood mist sprayed out.
, fell into Nuanyang Lake, and was quickly diluted.
Deng Deng Deng.
Tie Yunge landed on the shore, staggered back a few steps, and was supported by Xing Qianren who stepped forward in time.
Xing Qianren's eyes were very sinister at this moment, like the thunder that was about to burst out from behind the dark clouds. He was firmly locked on Miao Xiangjun who was on the other side of the lake shore and seemed to have extra strength. His whole body exuded a sense of oppression that made people almost suffocate.
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The people in the nearby arena did not dare to take a breath. They looked at Xing Qianren's back as if they were avoiding snakes and scorpions. They all hurriedly backed away, almost causing chaos on the scene.
Miao Li on the opposite side stepped in front of Miao Xiangjun, blocking Xing Qianren's sight. His old face relaxed completely, and every pore in his body was filled with excitement. He laughed loudly: "Xing Qianren, what do you want to do?
, could it be that you juniors from the Iron Blood Alliance cannot afford to lose?"
This deep shout undoubtedly confirmed the results of everyone's guesses.
No one could have imagined that this much-anticipated battle would end so quickly. Not to mention the thrilling process, many people have not had enough of it.
Many people also looked at the Iron Blood Alliance. Unexpectedly, the loser turned out to be Tie Yunge, who was more powerful and ranked higher before. This was beyond everyone's expectations.
It is conceivable that after the results of this battle are announced, there will be a series of subsequent reactions between the Iron Blood Alliance and the Miao family. Not only that, as the loser, Tie Yunge's status in the Iron Blood Alliance will also be greatly affected.
This change can only be felt by other top powers.
So almost unanimously, the representatives of several top forces all looked at Xing Qianren and Tie Yunge with sympathy.
Tie Yunge's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his eagle-like eyes were staring coldly at Miao Xiangjun, who was dozens of meters away. Without saying a word, his whole body was as silent and stiff as a clay or wood sculpture!
Xing Qianren's eyes were full of murderous intent, and his face was gloomy, giving people the impression that he would take action at any time. Miao Li on the opposite side was excited and at the same time, he was ready to prepare for a sneak attack.
The atmosphere at the scene was tense to the extreme.
But at this moment, the dark-faced Xing Qianren suddenly widened his eyes, his expression changed drastically, and he laughed wildly.
Miao Li still didn't know what was going on, but suddenly heard a popping sound from behind, turned around, and was shocked to find that Miao Xiangjun, who had been calm and composed before, suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his body shook repeatedly. It took a lot of effort to
Barely standing still.
Looking at this situation, it was obvious that Miao Xiangjun had been struggling to suppress it until he could no longer suppress it, and finally exposed the fact that he was also seriously injured.
Xing Qianren laughed and said: "Our Iron-Blooded Alliance has not lost. I have the guts to let them fight again!"
Miao Li's excitement disappeared, and he quickly asked Miao Xiangjun in a solemn voice: "How is the injury?"
Miao Xiangjun said coldly: "I will never lose." He stepped forward, but stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Miao Xiangyu held him up.
In this state, how can you still have the energy to fight again?
Miao Li's old face fell completely. He couldn't tell whether it was anger or disappointment. In short, Bai was happy. He turned his head and stared at Xing Qianren, who was laughing.
You have the final say, so you should ask the young master next to you."
Of course Xing Qianren knew Tie Yunge's condition and it was not suitable to fight anymore, but he also saw Miao Xiangjun's state. Both sides were evenly matched, and neither one was any better than the other.
Before, this kind of draw was not what he wanted to see, but with the psychological foreshadowing of almost failure, he breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. At least he didn't have to worry about being unable to explain to the alliance that the Iron-Blooded Alliance was not defeated!
Xing Qianren's smile continued: "It's just that the sword is sharp. In a fair fight, my young leader will be better."
As one of the four guardians of the Iron-Blooded Alliance, Xing Qianren's eyesight is extremely sharp. He has long recognized that Miao Xiangjun's special-shaped sword is a second-grade weapon.
Miao Li immediately refuted: "It's ridiculous! You don't use weapons yourself, why do you want to prohibit others from using them? If you want to be fair, why not wait until the two of them recover from their injuries and let Tie Yunge choose the same weapon."
Xing Qianren shouted: "Old ghost Miao, don't be so shameless. If you have the guts, no one should use weapons."
Both sides argue with each other and refuse to retreat even half a step, because everyone knows that one party cannot compromise with the other party. For the sake of so-called fairness, he is a fool.
This war of words naturally ended, but it left the onlookers thoroughly entertained.
It is a rare sight to see two important figures in the world fighting with jealousy over a competition between juniors.
On the other hand, this also proves that the top forces attach great importance to their flagship figures. No one wants to let their people lose to the other side. It can be said that they will fight for every cent, even taking advantage of words!
Zhuo Mufeng clicked his tongue and sighed. After fighting like this, he was not afraid of losing the cards of the top forces, but he was about to break up. But how could he understand the intricate relationships between the top forces.
If you don’t fight, others will fight too. If you don’t advance, you will retreat. If you don’t fight, you will be hurt. Sometimes once you enter a certain circle, you will have no control over many things and there is no way out.
Everyone thought that the excitement would soon dissipate, and the Iron Blood Alliance, the Miao Family, and even the Sanjiang Alliance were all preparing to leave. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a sound of inner strength was heard in all directions.
"Zhuo Mufeng, if you have the guts, don't leave!"
The crowds around Nuanyang Lake and even on Nuanyang Mountain were all covered up by this sudden roar. Heads of people suddenly started to move, followed by an even louder noise.
Speaking of which, Zhuo Mufeng did not have any outstanding achievements in the world. If you put this name in other places, it might just sound familiar to people.
But this place was Gusu City, and more than 70% of the warriors who came to watch the battle were from nearby areas. Naturally, they had heard of Zhuo Mufeng and knew that he was Wu Guanting's adopted son, so it made people even more curious.
A group of people suddenly retreated in a small area, staring blankly at the person who had shouted just now. It was none other than Ke Junxia, a young disciple from Zihua City.
Lian Yi, the elder next to Ke Junxia, seemed not surprised at all by his shouting. Instead, the old man was stroking his long beard on the ground, looking across the crowd and landing on Meng Jiuxiao.
Many people are confused and have no idea why Ke Junxia is roaring like this.
The most confused person in the audience was Zhuo Mufeng. He couldn't even imagine that someone would call his name in this situation.
He didn't want to be famous, nor was he interested in being in the limelight in public, so he simply pretended that he hadn't heard anything and continued to walk forward with his head down. As a result, before he had taken two steps, a big hand pressed on his shoulder, stopping his movement.
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Zhuo Mufeng came back to his senses and found that it was Meng Jiuxiao. He smiled bitterly and said: "Uncle Meng, the battle is over. We have to go back to our adoptive father."
Meng Jiuxiao looked at him with a strange expression, shook his head and said: "No rush, but just now the junior from Zihua City called you, don't you deal with it?"
Zhuo Mufeng said: "That guy is simply incomprehensible. I don't want to cause trouble."
Meng Jiuxiao looked appreciative: "You have a very good character, but Mu Feng, you have to look at things separately."
As he spoke, his expression gradually became solemn: "If you just leave like this, people who don't know better will think that you are afraid of the other party. It should be noted that you represent the Sanjiang League and the other party is Zihua City. The Sanjiang League is not afraid of Zihua City!
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Zhuo Mufeng was speechless for a while, wasn't he? He really just didn't want to pay attention to certain people. Why did he rise to the level of the Sanjiang Alliance to be afraid of Zihua City?
Should I ignore anyone who yells in the future? How can this make sense?
Zhuo Mufeng finally experienced firsthand the struggle between the top forces, and he really couldn't lose even the slightest bit of face.
He found that his identity as the eldest young master of the Sanjiang Alliance was simply a target. Whether he admitted it or not, it seemed that he had become a symbol of the Sanjiang Alliance in the world. How he dealt with others was no longer determined by his own will.
He didn't like this feeling very much, but he also knew that he had enjoyed the resources and conveniences of the Sanjiang Alliance, and now it was too late to escape, and he couldn't do such a thing.