On the east stand, Chen Yunsheng closed his eyes, not that he didn't care about the battle in the ring, but that he was engrossed in escaping his divine sense to the ring.
This place is more than 70 zhang away from the ring, and the situation in the red sand cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye.
A hint of melancholy appeared on his face, although the tip of Bai Huahua's knife was only less than two feet away from the other party's heart, but the further he went, the greater the resistance of the red sand, and every inch was as solid as a rock.
Although the white night is moving, it is very slow, and you can see the hard work of the white flowers.
Behind the stands, Bai Thirteen and the Blood Lion also held their breath and stopped talking about what they had just said.
Bai Thirteen bit his lower lip hard, and unconsciously oozed blood.
He held the rough wooden handrail in front of him tightly with both hands, his fingers were deeply sunk in it, and the sawdust fell to the ground, this tension has never been seen in the White Tiger Altar, although it is exciting, but it is also worrying, after all, Bai Huahua is his only sister, and the youngest woman in the family, if something happens, he will not be able to escape the blame.
In the ring, in the red sand.
Bai Huahua felt the pressure from the front like a mountain, the white night of her hands trembled slightly, and she couldn't aim at the other party's left chest, his legs were like a thousand pounds of boulders pressing, and it was very difficult to lift every inch.
Under the protective qi condensed by the white tiger's transformation god, Chisha couldn't hurt her, but if she retracted the white night, then this gang qi would be vulnerable in the face of the raging storm.
Bai Huahua calmly made the first difficult decision in her life, calmly because she didn't have much time to think, and the reason why it was difficult was because this decision might cost her her her life.
The woman gathered the remaining spirit elements on the white night, and the white flame-like light emitted from the white night instantly converged, gathered at one point, and condensed into a dazzling bright spot.
The color of the white tiger behind Bai Huahua was much darker, and most of the spirit elements were gathered behind the tip of the knife, so naturally they couldn't take into account the effect of the white tiger turning into a god.
The resistance of Bai Ye to move forward became smaller in an instant, but Bai Huahua felt the huge impact of the red sand being swept up by the wind, and the fine sand particles pierced the weakened Linggang at an extremely high speed, and then hit her body, and a dense pain almost made her dizzy.
Even the strong body of the White Tiger Clan couldn't last long in this red sandstorm, she had to be fast.
The white night was like splitting a dark red silk, with a huge cracking sound, and it approached the chest of the mountain tiger inch by inch.
Yu Wujing was a little flustered, he had already applied all the spirit elements on the blood knife, this huge red sand storm consumed a lot, Rao is his spirit yuan was far stronger than Bai Huahua, and he couldn't stand such consumption.
The point is that this woman is approaching him, and even if he has a strong recovery ability, he can't still be alive after the other party pierces his heart.
Fighting until now, only with all his strength, he used the remaining two percent of the spirit yuan that monks would never use, and he wanted to take down the woman even if the Dao Ji was damaged, his body flashed with red light, and the huge red sand storm stretched for more than thirty years.
There was nothing else in the stands, and the figures of both men were shrouded in red sand.
When Ji Pingnan saw this scene, he sighed softly: "Yu Wujing has fought hard." ” Feng Sheng squinted, his confidence in his prediction just now weakened.
It seems that the Tiger Girl is not as unsustainable as he seems.
The white flowers and flowers were scattered in a bun, picked up by the wind, the gauze on their bodies danced wildly, and the hem of their clothes had long been torn by the gale.
The tip of the white night was only an inch away from the other party's chest, but this inch was the most difficult inch, and she couldn't score another point with all her strength.
There was a glint in Bai Huahua's eyes, and she decided not to drive the white tiger to turn into a god, but to pour all the spirit elements into the white night, and as soon as this idea flashed, she practiced it.
For a moment, the light on the woman's body was dimmed to the extreme, but the light at the tip of the white night was like a starlight in the dark night, stubbornly penetrating the heavy dark red, making the people in the surrounding stands in a trance.
"She fought."
Ji Pingnan sighed.
"Dead woman, so ruthless," Gongsun Xing cursed.
"Huahua" Bai Thirteen roared.
Chen Yunsheng opened his eyes, this knife was for him.
Suddenly, a cluster of golden light sprouted from his body, and the light and shadow of a unicorn were really trance-like, he moved, and everyone was stunned.
The white night pierced Yu Wujing's left chest.
Moment.
Bai Huahua was blown away by the raging storm, like a soulless corpse, and let the storm carry it out of the ring and crash into a hard stone forest.
Chen Yunsheng appeared behind her, cast two thick yuan magnetic nets in a row, and took Bai Huahua, and she was unconscious at this moment.
The manic storm in the ring stopped as the caster fell, and Yu Wujing fell to his knees, the long red knife in his hand on the ground, and blood dripping on his chest, gradually converging into a small pool on the ground, flowing along the lines of the circle.
The middle-aged monk jumped on top of the ring, squatted in front of the mountain tiger and watched for a long time, shook his head, and just wanted to get up and announce that there was no winner in this competition, the mountain tiger's left hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the hem of the middle-aged monk's clothes stiffly.
Although this action was small, it was full of power, and the middle-aged monk's face was full of consternation, and a monk with a hole in his left chest was not dead.
At this moment, thunderous cheers erupted all around.
The people of Jinsha expressed great satisfaction with the tenacity of the Lantau Pass War Repairs, and have always regarded these War Repairs as a bulwark to defend their homes and the country, and the stronger they are, the more respected they are.
Of course, this kind of respect comes not only from the absolute worship of strength, but also from the favor of the people of Jinsha for perseverance, which is also the brilliance of the Jinsha war cultivators.
Therefore, the tiger knelt down and did not fall, and raised a hand high, which became a symbol of the spirit of war and cultivation at Lantau Pass for a long time.
Two Lantau Pass warrior cultivators jumped into the ring, smeared a layer of pale yellow medicinal powder on Yu Wujing's left chest, and then carried him down.
The straightness of Jiping South Station is like a sturdy tree larger than a tree.
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Seeing a person who participated in the treatment of Yu Wujing coming, he stopped and asked, "How is his injury?"
Looking at the face of this general who usually does not smile, he said with interest: "If the knife is pointed to the left two times, General Yu may not be able to save his life."
Although he is not in danger of his life at the moment, but if he moves the Dao Ji, I am afraid that he will not be able to recover for a while. ” Ji Pingnan waved his hand slowly, and when the monk walked away, a trace of relief appeared on his resolute face, and he turned to Feng Sheng, who also had a serious face, and said, "Pass my order, use the best medicine for Yu Wujing, and let him recover his cultivation within a month." ” Feng Sheng nodded, turned around and walked down the stands.
The middle-aged monk stroked the beard under his chin, calmed down his excitement, and said proudly: "In the second battle, Yu Wujing defeated Bai Murong.
Longchuan and Yinsha each accumulated one victory, and the two sides were drawn. ” Amid the cheers of the surrounding mountains and tsunamis, Chen Yunsheng carried Bai Huahua to the east stand, and both the monks of Longchuan and the disciples of the Tianqiong Sect were silent.
Bai Huahua's eyes were tightly closed, her body was extremely hot, and her body twitched unconsciously.
The moment Chen Yunsheng took over the woman, he ran the Chunrong Technique, and the cyan spirit yuan had been infused into the qi veins around her at this moment, moisturizing the veins and qi and blood, and she felt that a weak suction force was born in the woman's body, and the spirit yuan she injected into her slowly and firmly absorbed, and Chen Yunsheng's hanging heart gradually let go.
The woman's vitality was saved, but Daoji's injury was not light, and even if the injury recovered, it may not be able to reach the cultivation before the fighting method.
Bai Thirteen walked up with concern, there were no tears on his face, only a look of pride, in the White Tiger Clan, for the clansmen who were injured or even killed because of their bravery, pride was their eternal epitaph.
In the eyes of everyone, after a long time, Bai Huahua slowly opened his eyes, and saw that he was in Chen Yunsheng's arms, the woman twitched unconsciously, and when he saw the silence on the faces of the people around him, he muttered: "Defeated" "Glory in defeat."
Chen Yunsheng nodded lightly.
Bai Huahua frowned in annoyance and said, "Brother, I have embarrassed the White Tiger Clan. ” Bai Shisan smiled all over his face and said, "What stupid things to say, you will always be the pride of the White Tiger Clan." ” Chen Yunsheng took out more than ten grains of spiritual millet from the Naxu Ring and stuffed them into Bai Huahua's mouth, this thing is not more impactful than the elixir, but it is pure aura, and it has the best compatibility with the human body.
After swallowing ten spirit millets, Bai Huahua's face improved significantly, and the flushing and heat subsided a lot.
Chen Yunsheng beckoned Jiang Xueqin and Fang Minglan to let the two women take care of Bai Huahua.
The ring still has to go on.
The middle-aged monk stared at the huge sun above his head, squinted at the unfinished spectators around him, and then looked at the ring under his feet, which was not seriously damaged, and an idea sprouted in his heart.
He listened to the complaints all night last night, and the war cultivators who rested in the ring complained about the practice of starting the fight the next day, and in order to take care of the Lantau Pass war cultivator who was hiding in the simple house of Sifangtai, the middle-aged monk decided to have another competition in the afternoon.
Anyway, the ring has been damaged, and the two accumulations are bound to be less.
"Mingyuetai rests for an hour at noon, and the next battle will be held in the afternoon."
With that, he walked off the ring in a flutter.
On the east stand, Gongsun Xing shook the folding fan excitedly, looked at the black-faced right man beside him with a happy face, and said: "It seems that the battle cultivation of Lantau Pass is not all waste, and the downhill tiger still has two hands." ” You Qi hurriedly corrected on the side: "Uncle Shi, that monk is a mountain tiger. ” Gongsun Xing knocked on Youqiu's head with the handle of the fan, and sneered: "It doesn't matter if he goes up or down, winning is the king."
Watching the battle this afternoon, I suddenly felt that this ring had nothing to do with me, and it was okay to hand it over to Lantau Pass for cultivation, even if they lost, I would have fun. ” You Qi said with an embarrassed face: "Your Highness, you should be careful when you speak, there are Jinsha's war cultivators everywhere here, let them hear it, I'm afraid it's not good for us." ” Gongsun Xing glared at him and said, "Call me uncle, how many times have you told you."
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