He understood clearly. Gu Fenghua and the others were not not worried, but were full of confidence in the fat man. Although he didn't know why, his originally anxious heart instantly returned to peace.
On the competition platform, the crisp sound of the long swords fighting was still coming one after another, densely filled with rain.
The figures of the fat white man and Zhou Xian intersected again and again. Every time they missed, a string of Mars flew out, as brilliant as the stars at night.
It seems that the two are still evenly matched and difficult to distinguish. However, as before, the fat white man had to use two swords in a row to resist Zhou Xianyixian.
"This fat man is full of holy energy and has persisted for so long." A middle-aged saint master from Guanghua Kingdom said in the audience.
Calculate the time, the two have been fighting for more than half an hour. He has been practicing for half a lifetime, and now he is the eighth-level Dharma Saint level. If he is allowed to continue to attack with all his strength like Fatty White, and he will block one of his two swords.
Sword, he can't do it no matter what.
"It's just the end of his strength. I think he can last?" Another Master Guanghua said coldly.
"Only two swords can I get rid of Mr. Zhou's sword. Sooner or later, I will drag myself to death. Why bother? Anyway, I lose. It's better to admit defeat on my own initiative. At least I will lose better." Someone said with a sharp voice.
"I didn't expect that Jun Lansheng was so tenacious. I, Xinghua Country, have a rising star, it's rare, I missed it before." A head of the Xingshishi family said with emotion.
"Although it is still honorable even if it is defeated, it is still honorable even if it is defeated." Another head of the family also said with appreciation.
"Head of Luo, he hasn't lost yet." Someone argued for Fatty White.
"Oh, it's just a matter of time." The head of the family sighed.
All around, the other Xinghua people were silent. Although they all praised the fat man and even respected him, the facts were right in front of them. They no longer had any hope for this competition.
At this moment, both Guanghua people and Xinghua people believed that the Fatty White will definitely lose in this competition. It was just a matter of time. However, no one noticed that Zhou Xian's forehead had already floated a layer of fineness.
Sweat beads, and the face turned slightly pale.
"Where did this fat man get such a rich holy energy? How long will it take to last?" Zhou Xian complained in his heart.
He didn't know how long it took for the fat white man to drag him to death, but he knew that the holy energy in his body was being consumed without realizing it and could not be delayed for long.
Zhou Xian turned his mind and poured the holy energy into the long sword with all his strength, speeding up the offensive. Now, the strategy can only be to defeat the opponent with a thunderous offensive, otherwise he might be the one who was dragged to death.
"Look, Mr. Zhou has taken a killer move!"
"Fatty White is dead. He is at the end of his strength, so how can he stop Master Zhou from taking full advantage?"
"Don't he want to delay? Can he still delay it now?"
Soon, someone discovered the changes in Zhou Xian's sword posture, and a master Guanghua with good eyesight said excitedly.
"Okay, okay, we're going to win, prepare to light firecrackers and set off fireworks." The head of the Guanghua Family said tremblingly.
Unfortunately, they were disappointed.
Although Zhou Xian had put all his strength into it, whether it was the holy energy in the sword or the speed of the sword drawing, it was twice as powerful as before, but the fat white man still dealt with it without any leakage, and the speed of the sword drawing increased exponentially, the only difference
That is, he used two swords to block Zhou Xian's one sword, but now he has to use four swords.
But so what if the four swords block one sword? Anyway, the fat white man was still standing on the stage and did not defeat him in a battle as they hoped.