Chapter 22 Draw?

The "rumbling" sounded in the sky, and the flame unicorn's feet collided with a hundred-foot virtual shadow, and the whole ring shook. Fortunately, the emperor tried his best to maintain the two fluctuations and would not spread out, otherwise the battle range of the two of them could at least reach thousands of meters.

After the loud noise, Yang Lin and Xiaohuo retreated several feet each, which seemed to be a draw.

"Little Evil", Yang Lin shouted softly, and a dark blue long gun appeared in his hand, engraved with the word "kill evil", and a stream of Lei Wei shook away on the long gun.

"Kirin beads", the small fire was not weak at all. He drank softly in his mouth, and the unicorn beads between his eyebrows rotated out, and the flames burned on them. It seemed that he was ready to use this as a weapon to fight against the long gun.

Xiaohuo has his own plan. Naturally, he knows how Yang Lin's Xuanqing long gun was obtained. Naturally, he also knows the power of the Xuanqing long gun, but his Kirin beads are not inferior to the Xuanqing long gun at all, so if he touches that gun, he should not lose anything.

In fact, Xiaohuo didn't know that although his unicorn beads were left by mythical beasts, they were different from Yang Lin's Xuanqing long gun. If they weren't afraid that Yang Lin's body could not withstand the pressure of using him and sealed nearly 90% of his strength every time Yang Lin used it, then Yang Lin only relied on one The gun will not be weaker than ordinary gods.

"Thunder penetrated", Yang Lin's long gun in his hand rotated, and suddenly the thunder roared on the long gun, and the thunder light stretched out and stabbed towards the small fire. It turned into a length of nearly 1,000 meters.

"Flame Strike", the small fire lifted and threw the unicorn beads, turned into a meteor, braveling a raging fire, and smashing the thunder light nearly 1,000 meters long.

The huge roar sounded out of thin air. The third ring was full of thunder and flames, and the surrounding stands were full of cheers. This battle made everyone who watched it boil.

In the competition venue, those geniuses have different expressions, some are awe, some are afraid, some are confused, some are extremely firm, and a few are excited. There is no doubt that those excited people are geniuses among geniuses and have absolute confidence in their own strength.

The long gun and the unicorn beads keep colliding, and they can fight more than a dozen times every second. Few soldiers can see their figures. Even ordinary king-level geniuses can only see some figures flashing, only like Han Ping, wolf roar, poisonous teeth, purple thunder... Only the peak geniuses of all ethnic groups can see it completely.

After dozens of breaths, the two figures coincided with countless phantoms, turning into Yang Lin and Xiaohuo, standing in the void.

"Xiaohuo, it's not a way to fight like this. Why don't we make a move to decide the winner and use our strongest move?" Yang Lin made a suggestion.

"Okay, it depends on the last move." Xiaohuo also knew that continuing to fight had little effect except for consuming their strength, so he agreed to this decision.

Most of the stands are rich people, so when I saw that the two were going to win or lose, I thought about it and actually started a gambling game. What are the odds of buying Yang Lin and what are the odds of winning by buying a small fire? It attracted a lot of people.

The air seems to be static, quiet as if you can hear people's breathing. This is just the tranquility before the storm.

The dazzling light flashed on the Xuanqing long gun in Yang Lin's hand, and the thunder kept swimming on it. It seemed that the gun was originally composed of thunder. Yang Lin moved the moment when he raised the gun.

"Thunder Hymn", countless pleasant sounds sounded in mid-air, like thousands of birds singing together. The whole venue was full of this sound dozens of miles away. The people on the stands listened to the sound intoxicatedly, and even some girls showed worshipful expressions on their faces.

A thunder flashed suddenly in the void, and Yang Lin's body suddenly rushed to the small fire. A group of figures composed of thunder on the long gun was roaring angrily, turning into the sound of ten thousand birds.

When Yang Lin moved, the small fire naturally moved, and his whole body seemed to have been ignited. In the unicorn beads above his head, a hundred-foot unicorn came out of it and roared to the sky, as if it was roaring at his injustice.

"Kirin's Secret Art - True Spirit Strike", Xiaohuo drank gently. Kirin, who had closed his eyes and roared, suddenly opened his eyes, and a breath of mythical beasts emanated from his body. Except for the real geniuses of each clan, all the others present suddenly knelt down, which was the suppression of blood.

The unicorn virtual shadow seemed to be really wise. After lovingly looking at the small fire, it turned into a streamer and rushed to Yang Lin, and his body began to burn slowly.

When Kirin and Yang Lin touched each other, the whole world was quiet and there was no sound.

The dazzling white light lit up from the hand, slowly covering the whole ring, and the emperor-level strongman outside who supported the defensive boundary even changed his face.

Finally, the loud noise sounded, and almost everyone covered their ears. The loud noise was like an explosion of thunder, making people's ears buzzing, and even the faces of people with low strength turned white.

The virtual shadow behind Yang Lin also embraced Yang Lin at this moment, which shocked the eyes of the strong men who practiced the thunder system on the stand. They had never seen the move of Thor virtual shadow to actively protect the person who summoned him. How could they not be shocked?

Finally, the light slowly disappeared, and the ring returned to its previous silence.

Two figures, about the same size, lie on the ground in a coma, which seems to be tied.

"What, if we made a draw, then our money is not all eaten." On the stand, those who bought a small fire or Yang Lin won became unhappy. Although the money is nothing to them, the losers are not angry. Who knows why they made a draw.

And the banker was also stunned for a while, with an excited smile on his face. Although everyone didn't buy much, so many people bought it in the whole venue. This time he made more than 10 billion underground coins in total. How can this not make him excited? Ten billion is a small number for anyone.

Han Pingren also smiled bitterly. Who knew that the final result was like this. He was about to take the two of them down and give them to Qu Ping for treatment, but at this time, the accident happened.

"Since the two geniuses are in a coma, I declare..." When the referee was about to announce a draw, a faint voice came:

"Wait a minute."

On the ring, Yang Lin's hand got up, and slowly his head began to shake. "I haven't lost yet." As he spoke, he tried to get up, but his body seemed to be unable to bear it and fell down again.

"Yang Lin, come on", I don't know who shouted loudly in the stands. Human beings who were holding their breath were completely beasts. The sound of the sky and the wild roar made me, as the author, think of the most classic words of the blue beast of Muye: youth, burn.

"Yang Lin, come on,"

"Yang Lin, come on,"

"Yang Lin, come on,"

"..." * has been ignited, then the next step is an explosion, and the whole stands is like a wave of beasts coming.

Han Ping looked at the first place to shout for cheering. After a little astonishment, he smiled. The man actually knew him and saw a 50-year-old uncle named Ye Yong at the peak of strength in the sea of fire.

In fact, Ye Yong has already found Yang Lin and others. Now he has seen the battle between Yang Lin and Xiaohuo, coupled with Yang Lin's previous unbeaten record for a whole month, so he put his half of his family on Yang Lin. He thought he would lose in a draw, but he saw that Yang Lin had not been in a coma, so he naturally shouted excitedly. .

Generally speaking, Han Ping blames this uncle. In fact, he is not such a kind person.

It took about three hours. Although it was a little difficult, Yang Lin still stood up and proved to the world that he had won.

Han Ping shook his head and flashed to the ring with a smile. He took the half-dead Yang Lin and Xiaohuo one by one, and then came to Qu Ping. He threw it in place and said:

"Qu Ping, treat them, and there is still a game."

Qu Ping didn't say anything. He squatted in place with a green light on his hands. Yang Lin and Xiaohuo's injuries slowly recovered at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

"What a terrible healing speed", the king and even the emperor who practiced wood elements saw this scene, and his face changed greatly, and Qu Ping's treatment seemed to be a little abnormal.

In the stands, the person who thought he could make a lot of money now wants to cry. He found that he won more than buying Xiaohuo, so this time he lost.

In fact, if the virtual shadow behind Yang Lin did not take the initiative to protect Yang Lin, even if the current result is changed to a draw, it can be said that Yang Lin wins at the starting line. I don't know how many levels his starting line is higher than Xiaohuo. If he loses, he loses. Even if he loses at the starting line, Xiaohuo also loses.