Suddenly, after Long Xiangtian was whipped away for the tenth time, he stared blankly at his blood-stained hands, his eyes full of disappointment. Then, Long Xiangtian smiled self-deprecatingly, rushed into the whip formation again, and started the eleventh wave of attack.
Today, he was planning to use his own body to exhaust Mu Xunxue's profound strength. As for why, perhaps it was just to feel the pain.
The fifteenth time, everyone was surprised.
The twentieth time, everyone sighed.
Until the 25th time, the clothes on Long Xiangtian's body seemed to have been washed with blood. The wounds were even deep enough to see the bones, but Long Xiangtian still did not fall down.
This kind of whip would only take three or four lashes to defeat an average Guanli realm warrior. However, Long Xiangtian was still only using the strength at the peak of the Guanli realm at this time, and he actually managed to withstand twenty-five full blows and still remain standing.
The stage was dotted with Long Xiangtian's blood, but Long Xiangtian was still smiling as he looked at the whip formation. The blood on his teeth made him look miserable and heroic.
"Just admit defeat. I can still resist, but your profound power is no longer enough." Long Xiangtian also felt that the force of the whip that had just sent him flying was no longer enough to pose a threat to him. This could only mean that Mu Xunxue's profound power was insufficient.
"I lost." Mu Xunxue didn't want to admit it, but she also knew that she no longer had the ability to continue using the whip formation, so she decided to be generous and admit defeat directly.
"I don't know what made you crazy, but I feel that you are very sad, and you can cry your heart out." Although she admitted defeat, Mu Xunxue did not leave, but started chatting with Long Xiangtian.
"Yes, I'm very sad." Long Xiangtian smiled miserably. The excruciating pain in his body made him temporarily forget the pain in his heart.
After saying that, Long Xiangtian turned around and left, dragging his seriously injured body, like a real loser.
Du Ruo wanted to stop him, but suddenly felt that his back was a little sad, so she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She had wanted to stop Long Xiangtian when he tried to attack the whip formation for the fifth or sixth time, but she wanted to know what Long Xiangtian's limit was, so she didn't stop him.
She was very surprised that Long Xiangtian could withstand so many attacks without falling. Even if a person of the first level of the Profound Realm could withstand so many attacks, it was enough to prove how strong Long Xiangtian's body was. She never thought that Long Xiangtian actually only used the cultivation of the ninth level of the Penetrating Power Realm.
She also noticed that Long Xiangtian was acting strange, and wanted to ask him about it after it was over. However, Long Xiangtian's lonely back when he left made her feel sad. At the same time, Du Ruo didn't know how to ask Long Xiangtian, so she had to let him go out.
The fat boy wanted to go out and take a look at Long Xiangtian, but when he squeezed out of the crowd, he found that Long Xiangtian was nowhere to be found.
Although Long Xiangtian left in such a miserable way, he was still the winner after all, so Du Ruo still announced Long Xiangtian's victory and announced that the final competition date would be a week later. After all, both of them were seriously injured, and it was obviously unrealistic to let them compete without giving them time to recover.
At this time, Long Xiangtian was dragging his body and moving step by step, holding a bottle of wine that had been in the storage ring for a long time in his hand. He drank it sip by sip. With every sip, Long Xiangtian felt a little pain, but it was not on his body.
Long Xiangtian had taken several pills before and the bleeding had stopped, but the blood marks on his body were still very obvious and his face was very pale, causing many people to exclaim when he walked on the road.
No one knows why Long Xiangtian is like this, but Long Xiangtian knows that it is loneliness. In every scene, whether it is Wang She or Wen Hao, the person he loves is by his side, caring for him, but he doesn't know when his loved one will appear by his side.
Long Xiangtian walked to the halfway point of Baidong Mountain, found a random stone and sat on it, staring blankly at the air in front of him, his mind filled with the faces of Yunniang and Yan Qingwu.
When he thought about how far away his beloved women were and that he didn't even have the strength to go see them, he felt a deep sadness and loss in his heart, and he rushed towards Yu Xunxue's whip formation like a madman.
Long Xiangtian thought that he could forget the pain in his body, but he realized that if he could forget, he would not feel any pain. There is no such thing as forgetting in this world, it just hides the scars a little deeper.
Just as Long Xiangtian was looking up at the sky with a bitter smile, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared beside him. Long Xiangtian looked up and saw that it was Binghai.
Bing Hai sat next to Long Xiangtian without saying a word. When Long Xiangtian looked at her, she was stunned for a moment, then regained her composure, but still said nothing.
Seeing that Binghai didn't say anything, Long Xiangtian didn't bother to care anymore. Just as he was about to continue drinking, he suddenly discovered that the wine jug was empty.
Just as Long Xiangtian was about to get up, Binghai suddenly handed him a small bowl filled with wine. Long Xiangtian took the bowl without any doubt and drank the wine in it.
Thus, such a magical scene appeared in the campus of the Martial Arts Academy: a man covered in blood with a look of melancholy in his eyes was sitting at the foot of Baidong Mountain drinking, while beside him there was a fairy-like woman pouring wine for him.
The strange thing is that the man didn't even look at the woman, but just stared blankly at the sky. The woman's eyes didn't linger on the man either, but she poured wine for the man without saying a word.
However, no one saw this scene at this time, and no one knew that there was such a soft spot in Long Xiangtian's heart. Even Bing Hai didn't know what was wrong with Long Xiangtian. She just felt that she should do this.
After an unknown amount of time, Long Xiangtian fell into a deep sleep. Seeing Long Xiangtian leaning directly on him, Binghai stiffened suddenly. Just as he was about to push Long Xiangtian away, he suddenly saw a trace of tears on Long Xiangtian's resolute face. After thinking for a while, he relaxed and let Long Xiangtian lean on him.
Binghai looked carefully at Long Xiangtian who was lying beside him. At this moment, Long Xiangtian was breathing calmly and sleeping as soundly as a child. He was still mumbling something, but the smell of alcohol and blood on his body was a bit pungent.