Yang Hui didn't know why Jing Lanqing suddenly launched an attack. According to Jing Lanqing's experience, it shouldn't be difficult to see Sima Hui's death struggle. What's more, he also reminded Jing Lanqing.
But now it's too late for Yang Huixiang to stop Jing Lanqing.
Jing Lanqing held the soul-breaking gun tightly with both hands, and in a flash, she came to Sima Hui. The red light on the tip of the gun was even brighter at this moment.
When Sima Hui saw Jing Lanqing attacking, all the energy in his body was instantly concentrated in his palms. He saw a sure kill move immediately forming.
At such a close distance and at the speed of lightning, Jing Lanqing could not dodge at all.
"Eye Technique! Holy Thunder!"
"Eye Technique! Soul-Breaking Strike!"
At this moment, both of them released their pupil skills at the same time, but Sima Hui's pupil skills seemed to be more powerful. A huge light beam with a diameter of two meters instantly enveloped Jing Lanqing.
The red light on the head of Jing Lanqing's gun had already been submerged in such a huge beam of light.
A violent shock wave exploded around the two people. The audience standing in the front row could not withstand such a violent wind and fell to the ground like leeks.
Dust was everywhere on the ground, and sharp explosions continuously impacted the eardrums of everyone present.
Tiny electric currents surged out from the lightning beam and scattered in the air, constantly making tooth-gripping sounds during the friction between the air and the air.
One or two sounds were nothing, but the friction sound of thousands of tiny currents once again devastated everyone's ears, making their teeth weak.
After a while, these sounds gradually faded away. The light pillars also slowly dissipated, and the tiny electric snakes disappeared into the air.
Since Sima Hui's attack was launched towards the sky, it did not cause any substantial damage to the ground. Otherwise, the audience in the audience would have suffered a bloody disaster today.
However, the dust raised by the shock wave has not yet settled, and no one knows what the situation is on the stage now.
The audience in the audience came to their senses and let out a sigh of regret.
"Is it over?" Yang Hui couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If Jing Lanqing could be patient for a while and stay farther away from Sima Hui, it would not be impossible to dodge Sima Hui's final blow.
But looking at the current situation, I'm afraid Jing Lanqing is in danger.
Since he is Mengmeng's friend, Yang Hui will help if he can, but if he doesn't listen to his instructions, Yang Hui can't do anything.
The dust gradually dispersed, and there seemed to be a figure standing on the ring.
"Is it Jing Lanqing?" Yang Hui could vaguely see through the shadow of the soul gun.
As the dust gradually dissipated, the face of the person on the stage gradually became clear and vaguely identifiable. However, to Yang Hui's disappointment, this person was not Jing Lanqing, but Sima Hui.
Yang Hui shook his head with regret and said: "Under such a powerful attack, you really can't survive. When I saw this soul-breaking gun, I thought this person was Jing Lanqing."
"...Soul-breaking gun? Eye talisman?" The next moment, Yang Hui seemed to have discovered something terrible, and a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"Sure enough, he is a disciple of the inner peak of Yuxiu Peak. He can survive such a powerful attack."
Yang Hui smiled, and the slight worry in his heart had already been relieved.
Although the transformation pupil talisman does not consume much pupil power when used, it consumes more mental power or soul power.
When a person is seriously injured, his mental strength will naturally be damaged, and he will naturally have no energy to maintain his transformed state.
Since Jing Lanqing's Transformation Eye Talisman Soul-Breaking Gun has not been recovered, it means that the host is still alive.
Not only that, the existence of the soul-breaking gun further proves that Jing Lanqing still has the power to support the transformation of the soul-breaking gun at this moment!
All the dust dissipated, and everything on the field was clearly revealed to everyone.
The person standing on the field was Sima Hui, but Jing Lanqing's soul-breaking spear had already penetrated through Sima Hui's chest and exited from behind, and the head of the spear was deeply embedded in the ground.
There was no breath in Sima Hui's body, and his body was leaning back. If it weren't for the support of the soul-breaking gun, he would have fallen to the ground.
Qi Dong looked at Sima Hui's body, and his eyes suddenly became lifeless. The eye-closing technique that he had worked so hard to prepare for so long had not yet been put into formal use. Sima Hui was killed on the spot. This blow,
It's actually a bit too big for Qidong.
Thinking about the time when I started from the medicine shop, then to Liu Baiyi, then to Jueying, and then to this arena, I tried to put Yang Hui to death every time, but failed every time due to various reasons. And this time, I didn't even...
If you encounter Yanghui head-on, you will end up in failure again.
Qi Dong has never failed like this since he was a child. Due to his aloof status, almost no one in the Sima family dared to disobey Qi Dong.
He had always been going smoothly, but he fell down one after another on Yang Hui, which had already brought Qi Dong to the edge of going berserk.
Resentment, anger, hatred, and negative vibes began to erupt from Qi Dong.
"Yang Hui, just wait for me. When my sister comes back, I will cramp and skin you. No, it will be easier for you to die directly. I will torture you slowly. I will make you live without asking for anything.
You can’t die!”
On the arena.
Jing Lanqing sat up from the ground, waved her hand, and the soul-breaking gun was taken back into her hand, and then turned into star points, blending into Jing Lanqing's eyes. Then she jumped off the ring, clasped her fist slightly to Yang Hui and said, "Thank you.
Already."
Before Yang Hui could react, he quickly left the competition venue.
Yang Hui looked at the place where Jing Lanqing left and smiled.
"What a chivalrous woman. She's not artificial at all. Compared to her dancing style, she's in the sky and on the earth."
Immediately after the game, someone came to repair the broken arena. But at this moment, Yang Mang had already found his way to the person with the lottery number four, and said fiercely to the person: "Bring your lottery number here!"
When he saw Jing Lanqing taking away Yang Hui's lottery number just now, Yang Mang's eyes suddenly lit up. If he were switched to No. 4, he would be able to fight Yang Hui today and kill him on the spot.
After all, if Yang Hui is not dead, Yang Mang will be in trouble.
Thanks to Yang Hui, Yang Mang was not only burned all over his body and changed beyond recognition, but even caused his brother to turn against him, and he also lost his mark as a man.
Although the reason why Qi Dong turned against him was his own lust, Yang Mang also blamed all of this on Yang Hui.
Licking the corner of his mouth, Yang Mang's eyes revealed a bloodthirsty light.
The person holding the No. 4 lottery is obviously not as strong as Yang Mang. He will be as strong as the first-order eight-star. If he hadn't been lucky and had always encountered opponents who were weaker than him, he would not have been able to enter the top eight.
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When he drew the fourth lottery, he thought his good luck would end here. After all, Yang Hui is a master of second-level mortal eyes, and his last battle with Yang Sui was very ruthless. If he encounters Yang
Hui, then he has no power to fight back.
But I didn't expect that Yang Mang, who was also at the second level, would change his lottery number with me. In this way, with his first-level eight-star strength, he might be able to enter the semi-finals for the first time.
Afraid that Yang Mang would regret it, the man immediately handed over the lottery number in his hand.
So far, apart from Jing Lanqing, the only two people above level two are Yang Mang and Yang Hui. And after everyone saw that Yang Mang changed his lottery number, they immediately had great expectations for this battle.
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The next two games ended quickly. First-level pupil power is not long-lasting, and the winner can often be decided within a few rounds.
"The fourth game will start soon. Players holding the No. 4 Heaven and Earth lottery are invited to play."
Yang Hui, who was still a little disappointed at first, was vaguely looking forward to this battle. Yang Mang had touched Yang Hui's bottom line many times in the past six months, and Yang Hui had already thought of getting rid of him.
Meeting Yang Mang at this moment was in line with Yang Hui's wishes.
As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet each other. At this moment, Yang Hui and Yang Mang, both of whom were standing on the stage, were gradually exuding murderous intent.
The stars in Yang Hui's eyes flashed and instantly turned into blood mist and ice swords.
Yang Mang frowned slightly, obviously seeing that Yang Hui's transformation speed had reached the level of proficiency, but when he touched the Star Explosion Technique on his chest, Yang Mang suddenly felt reassured.
Yang Hui did not show his earth-level enchanted eye talisman as soon as he came up. After all, looking at Yang Mang's expression and things at this moment, Yang Hui could naturally guess that the other party despised him.
As for Yang Hui, what he wanted was this effect. As long as Yang Mang looked down on him more, he would be more confident in killing Yang Mang without hurting himself.
Otherwise, if Yang Mang was wary from the beginning and cautious in everything, it would be difficult for Yang Hui to guarantee that he would not be harmed.
And if he gets injured here, if he doesn't make it into the top three tomorrow, he will most likely miss out on his father's Qingcheng Sword. This is the last thing Yang Hui wants to see.
In order to cooperate with Yang Mang, a hint of fear flashed across Yang Hui's face, but this fear quickly disappeared.
However, Yang Mang's eyes were always focused on Yang Hui, and Yang Mang naturally saw this trace of fear in his eyes.
With a cold snort, Yang Mang's fist suddenly showed water spikes and rushed towards Yang Hui.
Yang Hui saw the water spike on Yang Mang's fist, and he was already determined. Yang Hui encountered this water spike more than once. Although it was powerful, it was a close attack method after all. As long as he kept a distance from the caster, then
The other party could only stare.
However, Yang Hui not only wants to win this battle, but also wants Yang Mang to die by his own sword in this battle.
Speaking of the Blood Mist Ice Sword, Yang Hui shouted: "Fight!"
A ray of sword light shot out instantly, hitting Yang Mang's water jab.
With a "bang" sound, the sword light hit the water jab fist and instantly shattered, forming a white mist of ice that wrapped around the Yang Mang fist.
When Yang Mang saw the ice mist, he snorted coldly, shook his fists slightly, and shook off all the ice mist.
He had fought with Yang Hui many times, and had seen Yang Hui fight with others many times. How could he not know the function of Yang Hui's ice mist, so he naturally removed it as soon as possible.
However, Yang Hui didn't care. After all, with Yang Mang's current strength, Yang Hui didn't expect the ice mist to have much restrictive effect on Yang Mang.
Neither of them could breathe, and the two met in the center of the ring.
Yang Hui held the sword in both hands, holding it across his chest, and suddenly hit Yang Mang's water jab.
Yang Mang's fists were as hard as copper poured into iron. When Yang Hui's blood-mist ice sword struck, it was unable to hurt the flesh at all.
But at this moment, Yang Mang didn't expect that Yang Hui's strength was actually much greater than before. Although he didn't use all his strength, he still had 80% of his strength, but he still couldn't make Yang Hui take a step back.
However, the stalemate didn't last long and both of them stepped back. After all, the real attack was about to begin.