This is a very nice thing to say!
Ling Tian murmured in his heart. He was about to say to give up. Suddenly, Xiao Zilong's voice came: "Ling Tian, you fight with him, no matter what the outcome is? I, Xiao Zilong and Duanjianmen, are grateful, never Forget what you paid for Zhijie."
"The predecessor is serious. Zhijie and I are friends. Although we only met, I am not ashamed of his character. Saving him is just doing the duty of a friend, so you don't have to take it to heart." Ling Tian hurriedly said. Waved his hand and didn't care.
"Boy, don't talk so much nonsense, you saved Rao, and I wait to respect you as a young hero, so you can do it to the end and finish the fight for Rao. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose." It was Di Xiao who was talking, and he agreed to Xiao Zilong. After that, he also helped, and said that the victory or defeat is determined by heaven.
"It's okay, kid, you can do it, three moves are three, we can trust you." Xiong Lin looked at the broken arm of his son Xiong Jun, he was very uncomfortable in his heart, and his voice heavily supported Ling Tian.
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Everyone was chattering, Ling Tian saw that although more people did not speak, but there was no objection, he could not refuse, and turned his eyes to Sha Ying. Sha Ying nodded slightly and said, "Go."
"Okay!" After receiving Sha Ying's affirmation, Ling Tian shouted. He looked at the cult and shouted: "Everyone, since you can trust me Ling Tian, then I will do my best. Three tricks are three tricks. I will compare with him and give Brother Zhijie an explanation!"
With that said, Ling Tian turned around and jumped onto the ring, saying it was the ring. In fact, it has become a broken pile of wood, but this does not affect anything. At this time, on the ring, Yun Cong has already stood on the ring. He has a handsome appearance and a face. Waiting for Ling Tian calmly.
In fact, Yan Beiyi’s proposal is not only a bit of a bully for Ling Tian, but also for Yun Cong. He has won two games. In this case, he and Rao Zhijie’s fight, Yan Beiyi is completely unreasonable. Judge him to win again, although it will cause controversy, but he can completely put the blame on Ling Tian, not only directly banning him from the game, but also discrediting the evil faction, killing two birds with one stone, what a good thing.
However, Yan Beiyi did not do this. It was not because of his benevolence and righteousness, but because he received a voice transmission, which was the will of Venerable Xueyun. Yun Cong did not object, and it was the same.
Looking at Ling Tian who was on the ring, Yun Cong's expression became straight. He sarcastically said, "You really are everywhere!"
"Yeah, the world is too small, so I turned around and met again." Ling Tian was not angry. He could hear the unhappiness in Yun Cong's words, Yun Cong was upset with him, and he didn't like him the same.
"Hmph, you used the sword to insult me yesterday, and I want you to return it today!" Yun Cong snorted coldly. He has been brooding about the fact that Ling Tian broke his sword at the gate of the mountain yesterday and almost disfigured him. He always wants to find a chance to return, this ring is an opportunity.
Yun Cong has been waiting. He originally thought Ling Tian would challenge according to the rules, but he intervened in the competition between him and Fatty Rao, broke the rules of the game, and finally made such twists and turns.
"Oh, don't you also rely on the sword to deceive others?" Ling Tian retorted and refused to yield.
Yun Cong Qijie, yes, except for Zhao Jincheng, he can easily defeat Xiong Jun and cut off his arm; he can force him to be far better than him in strength, and he is not weaker than him in the martial arts realm. What is it that he does not rely on bloodthirsty
After quarreling with Ling Tian, Yun Cong felt that he could not take advantage at all, so he didn't say much. He got serious, raised his middle finger, and then compared three fingers, which meant saying: "Within three moves See the authenticity!"
Although Ling Tian didn't vertical his middle finger or gestured his fingers, his lips moved. Judging from the shape of his mouth, it is not difficult to find that he wanted to express almost the same meaning as Yun Cong.
All young people are full of anger, friction, you will not let me, I will not let you. Fight, the winners stand, the losers fall, the same game through the ages.
No need to speak too much, no need to be provoked by others, the real flame is burning in the bottom of my heart, once aroused, it is difficult to extinguish.
Ling Tian and Yun Cong stared at each other. Slowly, they closed their eyes, leaving only consciousness. At this moment, the world is exceptionally quiet. In their hearts, things are being enlarged infinitely, and they can feel each other's breathing.
Three strokes to determine the outcome is simple to say, but it is not easy. Ling Tian and Yun Cong have played against each other, and they both know the strength of each other.
For Yun Cong, Ling Tian, who possesses the Ruthless Sword, is no longer dominant in his "bloodthirsty". Not only that, but what makes him a little headache is that Ling Tian doesn't know how long he has used the Ruthless, but he is He only got "Bloodthirsty" late, and they were still running together, he was not yet familiar with each other. In this way, Yun Cong was even more afraid to be careless. Although he was unhappy with Ling Tian, he cared very much in his heart and was more cautious than Ling Tian.
In fact, Ling Tian’s situation is not much better than Yun Cong's. He has used "Relentless" several times, but under normal circumstances, he will not use Ruthless as a last resort because of the energy and mental power required to use this sword. Too much, he can't afford it.
In this way, both of them have scruples, so they didn't immediately do it when they came up, but closed their eyes to feel the subtle changes in each other, looking for opportunities to make a fatal blow.
As time passed by, Ling Tian and Yun Cong were in the ring, they were just standing opposite each other, with their eyes closed, no one did it, and they were competing for endurance.
Like Ling Tian and Yun Cong, Xie Yaoyang and other masters didn't care. They knew that both of them were gathering together quietly, and if they were not ready to move, they would be a blockbuster. However, those who are superficial in martial arts, they don't understand, they are still pretending to be cool. After seeing the two of them doing it for a long time, they gradually became impatient and didn't dare to speak loudly, but complained in private.
"Why don't you do it yet?"
"Yeah, it's been a long time now, what are they doing?"
"According to me, they must be dissatisfied with the three tricks stipulated by Yan Beiyi to determine the outcome, so they procrastinated on it. In this way, after a long time, Yan Beiyi can't stand it anymore, so they will naturally cancel that rule. , It must be so."
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The people below talked a lot, but Ling Tian and Yun Cong on the stage turned a deaf ear and were not affected at all. Suddenly, the two pairs of eyes that had been tightly closed for a long time seemed to be half discussed. They opened them at the same time. The moment they saw each other, a sword light flashed in the eyes of both people, and a touch of chill.
When Ling Tian and Yun Cong moved, their bodies left where they were in an instant. Under their urging, a red light, a purple light, and two sword chants appeared at the same time and sounded at the same time. Then, when the two of them hadn't touched yet, the two sword lights had already collided with each other, red brutality, like an erupting fireball, purple introverted, like a condensed match.
For a while, the red fireball pushed the purple pike forward, and then the purple pike pushed the red fireball back to its original position. Repeatedly, like a see-saw.
However, whether it is a red fireball or a purple pistol, they are just energy aggregates after all, unable to withstand the tossing back and forth. After only a few seconds, they exploded between the two. Ling Tian and Yun Cong both flew to the sky, avoiding the engulfing energy of the explosion. The moment they landed, the two raised their swords at the same time and shouted:
"Bloodbite"
"Ziyun Slash"
Two sword lights pierced the sky again. Under the gaze of everyone, they smashed into each other without reservation. Before the explosion sounded, Ling Tian and Yun Cong were bounced away.
As soon as Ling Tian hooked his foot, he followed the pillars of the ring and buckled it hard, no matter how the air wave blows, he would not move like a mountain; Yun Cong also kicked on one side of the guardrail, rebounded with strength, and landed on the ring. A sword stuck in, knelt down on one knee, holding the sword for peace, he just stabilised his figure.
The two really did not move, they made a blockbuster as soon as they moved. In the blink of an eye, they fought two strokes. After the two strokes, the ring was even more torn apart by them.
However, both of them are prepared, both swords and martial arts are similar. After the two moves, there is still no victory or defeat. It seems that the last move is the key.
Yun Cong raised his head, pulled out Bloodthirsty, and stood up, Ling Tian also jumped off the pillar, holding his hand ruthlessly, and coldly opposed Yun Cong.
Suddenly, just as the two of them were preparing for the final fight, a voice came into their ears: "Don't fight anymore, stop and get out of the way!"
Ling Tian and Yun Cong were very familiar with this voice. It was the voice of Venerable Blood Cloud. Although they were wondering why Venerable Blood Cloud suddenly stopped them from fighting, when they looked at the sky suspiciously, their expressions suddenly changed drastically. , Without even thinking about it, just stepped out of the ring.
At the moment when Ling Tian and Yun Cong drew away
boom
A huge roar rang out, a fireball exploded at the ring, and the explosion of air tore the already ragged ring to pieces. A big pit appeared on the spot, and there was still a flame in the pit that was not extinguished. The crowd who was close by the air wave leaned back and forth, and the thick smoke choked people into tears.