However, unlike other people who only looked at Xue Wuhen in appearance, he was knowledgeable and recognized that the sword held by Yun Cong was the personal weapon used by Venerable Blood Yun to dominate the world. It has been following Venerable Blood Yun Nan. In the Northern War, there were countless strong men who died under it, and they were so fierce. Because of this, Xue Wuhen, who knew the bloodthirsty and horror, faced Rao Zhijie, who had the upper hand, but he was not very optimistic, instead he looked solemn.
Ling Tian could also see God. He didn't expect that the fat man who usually looks improper would have such a strong real strength, and he was so loyal. For the sake of his friends and for the honor of the sect, he could jump into the ring without turning back. It is not a brave challenge. Determine the opponent who can beat.
In this way, Ling Tian felt that Fatty Rao was a really good person, and a friend worth making. When he heard Fatty Rao say that he was a disciple of Broken Sword Sect last night, he still had a little resistance in his heart, but now it doesn't matter at all.
Although Ling Tian didn't know what others thought, he believed that he shouldn't distinguish only by identity, because there are some things that a person can't choose, such as birth. You can't consider a person to be a wicked person because he was born into a wicked sect.
There are bad people in the wicked sect, but not in the decent sect? The treacherous people in the decent sect are even worse than the people in many cults. They are just human skin covering the wolf nature, and they are not known.
The world is dominated by humans. The right and evil should not be the final decision. The key lies in the heart. As long as the human is right, the world will be right!
Ling Tian's idea was simple. Although Wuchenzi and Sha Ying taught him a lot of loyalty, filial piety and benevolence, he did not fall into the circle of good and evil patterns. Unlike those diehards, he still maintained a pure heart.
In fact, when Yun Cong pulled out the bloodthirsty again, Ling Tian felt the restlessness of the Ruthless Sword again. He felt it carefully and understood that it was a desire to fight.
Ling Tian didn't know that the Ruthless Sword was a cold metal sword. Why did it have human emotions? Ling Tian didn't doubt that his feeling was wrong. He felt that Ruthless Sword still had a lot of things he didn't know. Affected by it, he also wanted to go up and fight Yun Cong, but he resisted it because it was not yet. time.
Right now Yun Cong and Fatty Rao are fighting in full swing in the arena. Ling Tian will definitely be considered to break the rules and deliberately make trouble when he goes up there. It is not certain whether he will be thrown down, let alone fighting. Therefore, Ling Tian forcibly suppressed the shock of the Ruthless Sword. He turned around and asked Sha Ying: "Uncle, do you think Fatty Rao can beat Li Yuncong?"
Ling Tian’s eyes were full of expectation. He hoped that Sha Ying said yes. Sha Ying looked at Ling Tian’s expression. His eyelashes hidden under the black hat trembled twice, and he did not immediately answer Ling Tian’s words. After looking at it earnestly for a while, he replied after a long while: "Xuan."
Although Sha Ying only said one word, Ling Tian already had the answer in his heart. He didn't doubt Sha Ying's words. Looking at Fatty Rao who was still suppressing Yun Cong's fight on the stage, Ling Tian sighed in disappointment. He murmured a little helplessly: "Is it still not possible?"
"There is no way. Although Rao is infinitely powerful and has an advantage in strength, Yun Cong is about the same as his martial arts. If he wants to suppress Yun Cong, he must do his best and keep bombing indiscriminately. Achieving the desired results, but it made himself consume a lot." Sha Ying saw Ling Tian's loss, he stared at the situation on the ring and explained to Ling Tian.
Seeing that Fatty Rao, who had been unable to attack for a long time on the ring, was already showing signs of fatigue, a trace of regret flashed in Sha Ying's heart. He kept talking, and continued:
"On the other hand, Yun Cong has bloodthirsty blessings. Even if his power is not as good as Rao, Rao only really affects him by 80%. He only needs to spend normal energy to withstand his attacks. In this way, this disappears. Even though Yun Cong looks embarrassed, he can turn the situation around and turn defeat into victory with only one chance!"
"Humph!"
Ling Tian snorted coldly. He knew that Sha Ying said that the eighty-nine-nine-nine-ten is ten. Zhao Jincheng and Xiong Jun in front of him had no feelings. He only cared about Rao Zhijie, thinking that he might follow in their footsteps. Ling Tian was a little dissatisfied. Said: "Rely on the sword to crush people, I will fight him!"
Saying that he was about to leave, Sha Ying shook his head. He stopped and said, "No hurry!"
Ling Tian also knew that he was not suitable for shooting right now, so he had to stay where he was obedient, silently worrying about Rao Fatty.
At this moment, Fatty Rao struck out with another sword. Yun Cong habitually dodges and avoids. After attacking for so long, Fatty Rao has long been unable to bear it. He panted with exhaustion and stopped where he was. Also powerless to attack wildly.
Upon seeing this, Yun Cong knew that his opportunity to counterattack had arrived. He took a halt and left the place like lightning. In the next second, there were countless ghosts around Fatty Rao. Fatty Rao saw Yun Cong attack, and he waved tiredly. With a sword to resist, but the craziness previously squeezed all his energy.
Only a few seconds later, Rao Fatty had many wounds all over his body. His clothes were torn to pieces when Xiong Jun was bandaging the wounds in the first place. Now Yun Cong's bloodthirsty has made it even more ragged.
He lost his power and was furiously counterattacked in an instant. Rao Fatty was counter-battered. He roared again and again. However, Yuncong was like a shadow. He didn't confront him at all. He was spinning at high speed by his side. No matter how he defended, he would always have it. A few swords will be drawn on his body and even his face.
Moreover, what made Fatty Rao hate was that Yun Cong’s attacks became more fierce than ever, and the damage caused to him became deeper again and again. He suddenly realized that as long as he did not admit defeat and no one would forcibly intervene, then he was very likely. In this way, Yun Cong was tortured to death.
But can you admit defeat? Fatty Rao asked himself quietly, and the answer he got was no. Zhao Jin succeeded or failed, Xiong Jun failed, the cult has already lost two games, and he can't afford to lose again. If he doesn't stand up, how can the cult's face survive
Fatty Rao instantly wanted to understand his own situation. He could only enter, but could not retreat. Although he had two choices, the firmness in his heart directly made him deny the fact that many people would choose. The choice is-you can die, but you can't lose!
Thinking like this, Fatty Rao looked fiercely, and he quickly flipped through memories one after another in his heart. He thought of his father and mother, his master sect, his childhood friend, and the Ling Tian he had just met. Although a little bit reluctant, he did not want to bear the stigma of being cast aside by others, and he wanted to save his honor with death.
After making a decision, Fatty Rao no longer remembered, he shouted
what
The whole body's true energy bursts like a flood, and without restraint, they erupted like mountain torrents. The turbulent aura and turbulent energy burst from Fatty Rao’s body, and when they suddenly appeared, they besieged it. His Yun Cong flew out and fell into the corner of the ring with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Fatty Rao made it clear that he was going to work hard. After Yun Cong was lifted off by him, his expression was solemn, holding Bloodthirsty, and once again muttering words in his mouth. As he recites the formula, the bloodthirsty gradually glowed with blood, and the same terrifying energy was around him. After gathering, Yun Cong was also crazy, and it seemed that he was going to force Rao Fatty's attack.
Seeing that the two were playing with fire madly, everyone who was watching wonderfully below was shocked. The ultimate showdown is not fun. It takes life in exchange. Ling Tian doesn't want to see Fatty Rao die. Doesn't he care about so many rules? He shouted "No!", and then rushed out like a meteor.
After Ling Tian rushed out, Xiao Zilong, the master of Broken Sword Gate, also stood up and flew towards the ring. On the side of Jianzong, Xie Yaoyang was not easy to do with the leader, so Beiming Jian Ji Ziqing went to stop him instead.
However, although Xiao Zilong and Ji Ziqing’s martial arts are higher than Ling Tian’s, Ling Tian took the lead before they fell into the ring. Ling Tian had already penetrated between Yun Cong and Rao Fatty, and he slammed towards Rao Fatty with one hand and a palm. , The huge palm strength pushed him in the direction of Xiao Zilong, then raised the ruthless sword with both hands, and almost simultaneously struck Yun Cong.
"Blood!"
"Ziyun cut!"
Two loud sounds resounded across the square, and everyone felt their eardrums vibrate. They saw two sword lights cut through the air, one red and one purple, and then they slammed together.
boom
The huge roar broke the tranquility of the forest again, and then the ring dust rose up and sawdust flew across.