Chapter 37 Loss of consciousness at the end of World War I

Ye Qianqiu held the Qingyang sword, full of black hair and blue shirt without wind, walking to Ji Yifeng step by step like a god of war.

Ji Yifeng swept the black dragon gun in his hand, and the remaining internal air surged all over his body, condensed into a roaring dragon, and gathered the last blow with all his strength.

Both of them are the last attack, and the victory or defeat is here.

The victory and defeat of Yunyue and Gui Shenjue have basically been determined. Yunyue and Gui Shenjue are injured, but Yunyue can still stand on the field, but Gui Shenjue is already kneeling on one knee and can't stand up for the time being.

So, they have won the cloud moon.

As for Shuhong and Liu Tianshu, there is no way to distinguish the winner in a short time. We can only look at the result of the battle between Ye Qianqiu and Ji Yifeng first.

Ye Qianqiu and Ji Yifeng gushed out all the remaining internal qi and condensed into two flying dragons, confronting each other in the void.

"I didn't expect that you could condense the inner air into a dragon shape!" Ji Yifeng held a black dragon gun and stepped forward with an amazing momentum.

Ye Qianqiu held the Qingyang sword, stepped forward and said, "Occasionally, dragon spirit is not born!"

A trace of doubt flashed in Ji Yifeng's eyes, but he still didn't say anything.

Ye Qianqiu knew what he thought in his heart. As a member of the royal family, he would be absolutely surprised that others could condense their inner qi into dragon shapes.

"Don't worry about this matter. Now complete this final blow!" In the end, Ji Yifeng said so.

He danced wildly with black hair, dressed in black and a black dragon gun. Ji Yifeng shouted like a demon god: "In the dragon, dominate the world!"

In an instant, his whole body of air poured into the black dragon gun, and the dragon gun burst into a dazzling light, like dragons flying in the void.

This is a terrible blow, shocking!

Ye Qianqiu's face changed slightly, and then stepped out. Qingyang Jian pointed out and shouted, "Three thousand disillusionment!"

Three thousand disillusionment, this is the second time Ye Qianqiu has used this move, combining the meaning of three thousand avenues, like a dream, and three thousand magic lines dance in the void.

The gorgeous dragon dances in the air, and the three thousand disillusioned Taoist lines are like dreams, covering everything in a dreamlike world.

Moreover, this is not a beautiful dream, this is a dream of destruction, a dream of destruction.

Tianlong and Taoist lines hit each other, and the surrounding space was shaken by the rest of the waves. If the realm of the two was not high, I believe that this void would be completely annihilated and turned into nothingness.

"Ah!"

Ye Qianqiu and Ji Yifeng roared at the same time, using all the remaining strength in their bodies to run their last move.

In the end, the three thousand disillusioned Taoist lines are intertwined with the Guanghua Tianlong in the dragon Xingyu, forming various visions in the void, such as three thousand worlds!

Immediately after that, both of them fought to a frenzy and roared forward.

"Boom" "Bang"......

The visions in the void are bursting, shining, Mars splashing, and the sky is full of chaotic airflows.

Under this fierce attack, the collapsed stone platform under their feet was shaken into dust and small rocks, which was completely destroyed.

"Who won?" Gui Guyan stared into the smoke and asked.

Jian Feiyu frowned and said, "It's hard to know. It was too fast just now!"

"Well, it's just a momentary thing, and I really didn't see it clearly!" Zhufeng said the same.

"Your Highness the Seventh Prince will not lose!" Tianfeng is very confident in Ji Yifeng, and Tianxing also nodded.

The rest of the people did not make any comments, just quietly waiting for the results to appear.

The smoke slowly dissipated, and the two figures slowly appeared.

Ye Qianqiu held a Qingyang sword, and the hair on his forehead covered his eyes. A trace of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, which should have been seriously injured.

Ji Yifeng stood proudly with a black dragon gun.

"Have you been defeated for a long time?" In the distance, Yunyue noticed the situation here and thought so in her heart.

Han Xiaoxi and others also lost their hearts at the same time and felt that Ye Qianqiu might have lost.

This battle is related to the distribution of sacred weapons and the ranking of the Hundred Cities War in the Secret Land of the Chinese Empire. It has come to this point, and neither side wants to lose

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Ye Qianqiu and Ji Yifeng stood in the field like this, and no one moved, as if they had no consciousness.

At this time, Shu Hong and Liu Tianshu were also about to win or lose. Both of them used their last moves, which were shining and dazzling.

"Come on!" Shuhong shouted, and eighty-one ancient characters rotated beside him, emitting dazzling light, and countless strange Taoist patterns stretched out, covering the whole stone platform like a large net.

Liu Tianshu's face was solemn, and many words appeared around his body, which turned into endless Taoist lines. In the void, he condensed into the appearance of green dragon, rosefinch, Xuanwu, white tiger and four holy beasts, and rushed to the big net sprinkled by Shuhong, intending to tear it out.

"If you don't kill the benevolent, suppress them all!" Shuhong shouted fiercely, and the big net woven by countless magic lines suddenly flashed out of the divine light and suppressed the four holy beasts in the center.

Liu Tianshu frowned and shouted, "The holy beasts come out and break the sky and the earth!"

After his drink, the four holy beasts transformed from Taoist lines all roared up to the sky, and then launched a more fierce offensive, rushing to the big net surrounded by the void with overwhelming divine energy.

A divine light flashed, and wisps of divine light were dazzling. This stone platform was completely submerged by thousands of lights. No one could see what had happened.

"Who won here?" Gui Guyan asked again, frowning.

Jian Feiyu also frowned, looked at the endless brilliance, and said, "It's hard to say here, but Shu Hong's chance won't be great!"

Ling Xiangxiu nodded and said, "Book Hong originally lost to Liu Tianshu. Although that time was a real literary struggle, not a Taoist competition, but..."

Everyone knows what she wants to say. Shu Hong has been defeated once, and there is a little indelible mark in his heart. This battle is congenitally at a downwind, and the winning rate is not great.

Finally, the brilliance of the sky retreated, and the figures of Shuhong and Liu Tianshu appeared.

As in the past, Shuhong stood on the scene, looking calm and humble, and no one would feel disgusted.

And Liu Tianshu frowned slightly, staring at Shuhong with a pair of shining eyes, as if he wanted to say something.

"Why did you do this?" Finally, Liu Tianshu still spoke.

Shu Hong smiled faintly and said, "Return your last hand during the imperial examination."

Liu Tianshu was slightly stunned, then shook her head and said, "If so, I can't stand it!"

Shuhong still looked calm and said, "There's nothing I can't afford. Next time I won't stop temporarily!"

Looking at Shu Hong's appearance, Liu Tianshu smiled and said, "In this case, let's agree to fight next time after reaching the realm of Longyue!"

"Okay, Long Yue will fight again!" Shuhong nodded, "You won this battle."

Liu Tianshu was silent and did not reply. He just made a salute to Shu Hong, and then turned around and walked down the stone platform.

Shu Hong returned with a salute, and then turned around and walked off the stone platform.

"One win and one loss?" Jian Feiyu's eyebrows tightened and asked.

Everyone gathered their eyes on Ye Qianqiu and Ji Yifeng over there. The two were still unconscious and stood quietly in the field.

"It seems that they are really unconscious. Whoever recovers first will win." Liu Tianshu walked to the crowd and said so.

Shuhong came over and nodded and said, "If we recover together, it will only be a draw."

Wait, everyone began to wait. When the two of them recovered, whoever recovered first would win.

I didn't expect that the last blow of the two people was to take out all their strength, and the aftermath caused by the terrible attack made them unconscious.

Now this has evolved into an alternative battle, compared with willpower and resilience. People outside the field know that people with strong willpower and resilience will recover first.

No one spoke, and more than a dozen people quietly looked at the two people standing quietly, waiting for the unknown ending.

"Qianqiu, you can't lose. Be careful that I pulled out your skin!" Cloud moon luck heals wounds and thinks like this in my heart.

"Eunzi Ye... You must recover!" Han Xiaoxi held her hands on her chest, and it was difficult to calm down.

"Little Commander, come on!" Ling Xiangxiu looked at the quietly standing figure on the court and thought so in her heart.

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"Your Highness, you won't lose!" Tianfeng looked at the arrogant Ji Yifeng in the field, with only trust in him.

"Your Highness, it's up to you!" Li Chengfeng and others also thought so.

Time passed slowly, almost half an hour. The two were still unconscious and still stood quietly in the field, like two ancient sculptures.

At this time, Yunyue and Ghost and Shenjue also stood up after healing their wounds. They stood side by side and stared at Ye Qianqiu and Ji Yifeng, wondering what they were thinking.

"Who do you think will recover first?" Suddenly, the ghosts and gods asked like this.

Cloud Moon frowned slightly and stared at Ye Qianqiu. He said, "I believe him!"

The ghost's face changed slightly, but in just a moment, he recovered as usual: "Ji Yifeng is the seventh prince of China, with extremely high qualifications, and the art he has learned is also the ultimate magic. Will he be weaker than your friend?"

"I don't know this, but I know that Qianqiu is not a person who easily admits defeat. Even that day, he is going to fight!" A strange color flashed in Yunyue's eyes, and he replied.

"Even on that day, are you going to have a fight...?" The ghost and god looked at the top of the hall. It was a void, and the hall was empty.

Yunyue did not reply again, but also raised her head to look into the depths of the void, her eyes as deep as the sea, and she didn't know what she was thinking about.

At this moment, Jian Feiyu's body shook slightly, looked at the two people on the field and said, "It's moving!"

(I finished the monthly exam yesterday and didn't get home. I thought that the Internet was disconnected at home, so I interrupted the update for no reason. Sorry!)