There is no doubt that if Zhongli Wuyan is victorious in the heart-attacking chapter, then he is losing ground in the enlightening stage.
After the second chapter ended, Zhongli's whole body turned purple without salt, and he could hardly control himself.
"Alas, the domineering power that the Salt Emperor accumulated in the first chapter was completely suppressed in this round. Ying Zheng is indeed the first emperor in history, and he can adjust himself very quickly and accurately."
Lu Xiaolin nodded: "Yes. Ying Zheng is the First Emperor after all, and his strength is there. Zhongli Wuyan's defeat in this round was revealed from the beginning. The rhythm was completely taken away by Ying Zheng, and he prepared things himself
It’s basically useless.”
Cao Zhi commented: "Actually, the core point that Salt Emperor should focus on should be how to better cultivate and inherit the True Emperor Qi, instead of following Ying Zheng to discuss the copyright issue of the True Emperor Qi."
Li Mochou looked at Zhongli Wuyan and sighed with a little pity: "Sister Yandi's rhythm has been led astray."
Yue Buqun stared at Ying Zheng, stroked his beard and praised: "He is indeed the First Emperor, with extraordinary bearing."
Ying Zheng's counterattack in the second chapter is truly shocking, and can be said to be a desperate counterattack.
Being able to calm down immediately after falling behind by a huge margin in the first chapter, and then calmly face the challenge in the second chapter, is a kind of magnanimity and magnanimity that only a human being can possess.
And the rhythm that deviated from Zhongli Wuyan's from the beginning was actually the key to Mingdao's victory.
The most depressing thing for Zhongli Wuyan was this. He had obviously prepared so many things, but Ying Zheng took him astray as soon as he arrived. It was really annoying.
On the side, while the Beast God was tallying up the scores, Zhongli Wuyan punched himself in the head a few times.
Soon, Mingdao’s score for the second chapter came out.
"Ying Zheng, after removing the highest score of 97 points and the lowest score of 82 points, in the Ming Dao chapter, Ying Zheng's final average score is 98 points."
"Zhongli Wuyan, canceling the highest score of 72 points, canceling the lowest score of 47 points, in the Mingdao chapter, the final average score of Zhongli Wuyan is 69 points."
"The first chapter is about the heart, and the second chapter is clear. Ying Zheng scored a total of 159 points, which is equivalent to 50%, and the score is 79.5 points. Zhongli Wuyan scored a total of 165 points, which is equivalent to 50%, and the score is 82.5 points. Zhongli Wuyan is temporarily ahead.
The third chapter of the confrontation is about to begin, so both sides should be prepared."
Ying Zheng finally regained a victory, which played a vital role in the decisive game of the third chapter. The two emperors returned to the same starting line.
In other words, in the confrontation stage, whoever knocks out the opponent wins, and the answer is the ownership of the true emperor's energy. Of course, if the opponent does not win, it will be calculated based on the number of hit points and effective attacks.
Therefore, until the results come out, everything is unknown.
However, on the Zhutian Gambling Center page, Ying Zheng's expectation of victory has dropped from 78.6% to 61.9%, and Zhongli Wuyan's expectation of victory has increased from 21.4% to 38.1%.
At this time, Lu Xiaolin raised his eyes, looked at the scenery of Mingling Peak and Shiwanda Mountain, pursed his lips and smiled. The battle at Mingling Peak should still attract people, and they should be on their way here.
Lu Xiaolin put his hands together, and a stream of light scattered on the clouds of Kirigakure. All the auras of the Zhutian Supermarket visiting group on the clouds were completely hidden.
At this time, the big guys from the world of Zhu Xian are becoming more and more interested in the battle between the two sides. They are especially looking forward to the battle in the third chapter.
The Beast King, who finally understood the identities of the two emperors, asked Gui Li in a low voice: "The emperors of our world are far less outstanding than these two."
Gui Li did not look at the Ghost King and only added: "That's because in our world, the power of cultivating immortals is in check and balance."
The Ghost King continued: "I have observed that the breath techniques of Zhutian Supermarket and Erdi seem to be different from ours. It should be said that there is a lack of a unified standard for judgment."
Mr. Ghost: "There are three thousand avenues in the world. They are harmonious but different. There is no standard and it doesn't matter."
"Okay, Ying Zheng, the third chapter of Zhongli Wuyan, the confrontation, begins now. In the confrontation stage, you can play freely, and the results will be judged based on knocking down the opponent or effective points. During the confrontation, it is forbidden to use witchcraft and poison.
Poison, the use of illusions, and the creation of souls that are very similar to the laws of the field are prohibited."
"The battle between the two sides lasts for one hour. Now, the third chapter of the battle officially begins!"
The most tense stage of confrontation has finally begun.
The people watching the game at the scene, as well as the members watching the live broadcast in front of the screen, held their breath and watched every move of Ying Zheng and Zhongli Wuyan on the field.
"boom!"
Zhongli Wuyan, wearing golden armor and holding a mulberry hook, was the first to release the imperial energy of heaven and earth.
"Bang!"
Similarly, Ying Zheng's true emperor's energy was also released at the same time.
For a moment, the color of the sky and the earth on Ming Ling Peak changed, golden light burst out, and the entire Ming Ling Peak seemed to have been illuminated by the gods, making it extremely holy.
Everyone noticed that, slightly different from Zhongli's salt-free imperial aura, Ying Zheng's true emperor's aura, pure yellow aura, seemed to be mixed with gossamer-like purple fluorescence.
Come to think of it, Ying Zheng's true emperor's aura seems to be higher than that of the Salt Emperor.
"call!"
With an afterimage, Zhongli Wuyan has a huge body, dragging Sang Gou, and his body is extremely strong.
In the blink of an eye, Zhongli Wuyan flew up into the sky.
In the scorching sun, Sang Gou, carrying a huge second-level imperial energy, stirred up the roar of the cyclone and hit Ying Zheng on the ground.
Ying Zheng stood still, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the royal robe rose!
"Don!"
Everyone was shocked. On Ying Zheng's shoulders, an oval wave mirror nourished by imperial energy suddenly appeared. A vague scene appeared in the mirror, with carved beams and painted buildings, unparalleled wealth, coiled dragon steps, and jade pillars reaching the sky.
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Everyone saw that a majestic and huge building appeared in the mirror above Ying Zheng's shoulders.
"This...is the Afang Palace that was burned down by Xiang Yu in the legend?" Dian Niang couldn't help but cover her mouth in surprise.
After Diandian Niang said this, everyone in the Zhutian Supermarket tour group couldn't help but get excited. But what do the mirror surface and Afang Palace mean?
"boom!"
As soon as the vague shape of Afang Palace appeared in the mirror, Ying Zheng's true emperor's aura more than doubled!
On the top of Mingling Peak, strong winds were blowing and air pressure filled the sky.
"Bang!"
With a huge force that could shatter a city, Zhongli Wuyan's mulberry hook slashed straight down. At this time, the defense gathered in front of Ying Zheng blocked Zhongli Wuyan's full blow head-on.
"Huh? Ying Zheng, let's try again!"
Zhongli Wuyan gritted his teeth and began to output the imperial energy of heaven and earth powerfully again.
"Bah!"
The downward force of the mulberry hook doubled, and the rocks under Ying Zheng's feet were shattered one after another, sinking three feet.
"Bang!"
At the same time, everyone only heard the sound of a mirror shattering. In the mirror on Ying Zheng's shoulder, the vague shape of Afang Palace was shattered.
Ying Zheng took a mouthful of blood and spurted it out.