Chapter 149 The Adjudicator

The white fog gradually dissipated, and two dark shadows gradually appeared on the battlefield.

The two monks who are fighting endlessly on the battlefield seem to be very tired at this moment. Every time they have a spell fight, their bodies will tremble violently because of their power loss. It seems that the true qi in their bodies is consumed too much, and the true qi in the meridians is about to dry up.

Lin Qinglong's ghost eyes are sharp and sharp. You can clearly see the beads of soybean-sized sweat, which are constantly flowing out of the pale faces of the two of them. The magic clothes on their bodies have already been soaked with sweat. Lin Qinglong can feel that their true spirit is very weak, and he can only use some small spells such as water blades and thunder arrows. And every time they cast spells, they have to spend a long time, and their fingerprints and formulas gradually can't keep up.

After a while, Princess Xinyue was a little confused about this way of fighting. She turned her head and asked the old man in blood: "Strange! They are obviously exhausted. Why do they want to keep trying? Their strength is up and down. How long will they have to fight slowly like this?

The old man in blood whispered, "Miss Xinyue, according to the rules of the demon star canyon, in the two-way comparison between good and evil, one of them must kill the other and cut off the loser's head, which is the end. Now it seems that the monks on the mysterious side may have a slight advantage, but he can't kill his opponent in a short time.

Hearing these words, Lin Qinglong nodded and said, "Yes, for the sake of life and glory, they are not only competing with cultivation and spells, but also fighting for will. On the surface, this competition is indeed meaningless and the fight is not fierce enough, but in fact, it is a competition to bet on life. In every competition between good and evil, only one person can survive. Every monk here knows this rule, but he can come here to compare without hesitation. Whether it is good or evil, the courage of these monks is really impressive.

Princess Xinyue sighed and said lightly, "But it's too hard. I don't know when Mr. Yun will come out? I want to compare with him.

The old man in blood whispered, "Miss Xinyue, even if 'Mr. Yun' comes out, you can't compare with him."

"Why?" Princess Xinyue raised her eyebrows with a puzzled expression on her face.

"You don't know that according to the rules of the Demon Star Canyon, every time the two monks who represent the two paths of good and evil, they have given a challenge book in advance. Generally speaking, when monks write a challenge book, they will find someone who is equivalent to or slightly higher than their own strength. Like the two monks on the field, their level is similar, so they can only be consumed like this. As for the opponent of 'Yun Gongzi' this time, the whole monks of Fancheng have heard about it. He is..."

Lin Qinglong suddenly said, "The opponent of 'Mr. Yun' must be my father Shan Kun. I just don't know when their test will start?

The old man in blood explained: "Every test is from weak to strong, and the comparison between 'Mr. Yun' and General Long Wei should be arranged at the end. You wait here. I'll ask a member of the 'shadow' organization to find out what's going on on both sides now.

Lin Qinglong wink and lowered his voice: "Don't tell anyone about me and Xinyue. Can you understand what I mean?"

"Of course." The old man in blood smiled and said, "Master Lin, don't worry. I know what to say and what not to say. You two are the secret weapons of the 'shadow' organization, and I will definitely keep the secret... However, since I kept the secret, you must take me as an apprentice afterwards and teach me how to become an immortal."

After saying that, the old man in blood quietly sneaked into the evil crowd and talked to several evil monks in black robes.

Princess Xinyue smiled and smiled in Lin Qinglong's ear, "You don't really take the old man in blood clothes as an apprentice, do you? I don't want such an old man to call me a master's wife.

"Of course not." Lin Qinglong shook his head and said, "In the face of the great enemy, I only have the matter of 'Mr. Yun' in my heart. How can I take into account the matter of taking apprentices or not?"

At this time, the struggle in the field is finally coming to an end. After all, the foundation of the righteous monk is more stable, the true spirit is long, and the persistence is long. Although the two have the same cultivation, in terms of strength, the righteous monks still have a slight advantage in strength.

In the field, the righteous monk changed a big water ball and wrapped the evil disciple in the big water ball. In the water ball, the evil monk gradually suffocated and finally couldn't hold on. Blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

In front of him, the other party finally couldn't hold on. A proud smile appeared on the tired face of the righteous monk. The decent disciple suddenly burst out a few cheers. The decent disciple who called for him should be a friend of this monk.

However, at this time, the change rose sharply!

The evil disciple in the big water polo suddenly opened his eyes, and the thunder and lightning flowed quickly on his body, emitting electric light. His spirit seemed to have recovered a little. He only heard a "bang" and burst the whole water polo!

When Princess Xinyue saw this scene, she couldn't help saying "hh".

Lin Qinglong explained: "The characteristics of the right disciples are orthodox and the true spirit; the characteristics of the evil disciples are that the sword is biased and bold. This evil disciple was going to lose, but he forcibly urged the yuan god, consumed the true yuan, and performed a range of spells. Anyway, this game should be won by this evil disciple.

Princess Xinyue frowned slightly and sighed, "Did he cast two spells? Once such a spell is cast, it is likely to reverse the cultivation, break the foundation of the ring, and even lead to a great reduction in life expectancy. In order to survive, this evil disciple is really desperate.

When the big water ball was broken by thunder and lightning, the righteous disciple finally couldn't hold on. The overdraft of true qi made him unable to support it any longer. He suddenly collapsed to the ground and fell into a coma.

The evil disciple walked over tremblingly, and the thunder and lightning in his hand turned into a huge blade. He raised his hand and cut off the head of the righteous disciple! With a shake of his body, he almost fell down, but barely supported his body and gasped. He picked up the head of his righteous disciple and raised it high!

This time, it was the turn of the evil disciples to cheer.

After the evil disciple came to the court with his head, an old man with a white beard in a white robe came out of the court. His voice was very calm and he said faintly, "In the fifty-seventh game, the 'shadow' organization won. Please prepare for each of the good and evil. After a incense, the fifty-eighth game will begin.

After saying this emotionless sentence, he walked down the venue, sat in his seat, and opened his eyes without saying a word.

Lin Qinglong looked at the old man in a white robe with a strange look in his eyes.

Princess Xinyue saw the change of Lin Qinglong's face and asked gently, "What's the matter? Do you know the old man in white robe just now?

Lin Qinglong exhaled deeply, his face was a little surprised, and he said, "Of course I know him. He is one of the blood splits of the nihilistic son, and his name is Bai Mujue. How could he be the referee for the good and evil test here? It's really strange."