"How could this be?" The audience was shocked, their hearts beating wildly.
"The two of them have lost so much blood, how can they still fight? This level of blood loss should have long been unable to move."
The blood of the two people in the arena has gathered into a red river, flowing back and forth with the strong wind of the battle.
Those two guys are completely exchanging their lives for their lives! Every time they attack each other, they will completely bear each other's kendo damage.
Ordinary people have lost blood to such a proportion, not to mention losing their ability to move, they are probably dead.
But the two of them relied on strong willpower to support them.
After the fight, the two of them didn't even hide, Zhan Li's body turned into four afterimages in a flash, and the four afterimages split out four sword lights!
With a shake of Feng Zhaoqi's long sword, hundreds of sword arcs were shaken out, and hundreds of sword arcs collapsed into tens of thousands of water droplets!
Puff puff puff!
Two cutting sounds sounded from the two of them. The sound of Feng Zhaoqi being attacked was heavy and clear.
The sound of the attack Zhan Li received was light but dense.
When the two were injured at the same time, they fought back at the same time!
puff! Zhan Li pierced Feng Zhaoqi's stomach with a sword.
Ding ding ding! Feng Zhaoqi also stabbed with a sword, and countless water droplets swept across Zhanli's abdomen, creating a piercing wound.
Blood spurted out from both of their backs, and they took a few steps back at the same time.
When Feng Zhaoqi landed, he swayed, his body slid forward with the waves, and after three consecutive sword lights fell, he rose into the air and struck three more times!
After Zhan Li smashed through the three sword lights with his body, both swords slashed at Feng Zhaoqi's legs at the same time. When the three swords fell in the air, Zhan Li continued to charge upwards, using his body to break out of Feng Zhaoqi's three sword lights. Also counterattack two swords.
The two separated instantly, and both were thrown to the edge of the ring far away.
"Huh...huh..." Feng Zhaoqi gasped weakly, and wanted to stand up tremblingly, but tried several times but failed, his legs were useless.
Zhan Li's sweat and blood mixed together, he sat cross-legged, leaning on the long sword with both hands, trying to use this strength to stand up, but in the end he couldn't do it.
"The two of them have reached the limit of their limits." Xiang Nan frowned and said, "It will be bad if this continues. Even if they stop attacking each other, they may die suddenly at any time."
"I can still fight, what about you." A sharp light flashed in Zhan Li's eyes.
"I'll accompany you to the end." Feng Zhaoqi's left arm and both legs were completely abolished, he chiseled the ground with the hilt of his right hand, and his body suddenly rushed towards Zhan Li.
Zhan Li didn't have any intact skin on his whole body. He opened his mouth to face the ground, and spewed out a burst of vitality. With the help of the rebound force, his body also headed towards Feng Zhaoqi.
The bodies of the two people flew into the air, and the moment the two sides passed each other, they slashed wildly with their long swords again, followed by two puffs, and the two passed by each other, falling to the ground not far away.
The two of them were lying on the ring, with streams of blood slowly pouring out of their backs, and their whole bodies were soaked in blood.
The valley was so quiet and scary, no one expected that this battle would be so extreme! In the end, both of them were on the verge of death, but they still continued to do it!
But at this moment, those two people were lying motionless in a pool of blood.
The audience became restless, and the ten referees looked at each other, not knowing how to make a judgment.
"Old Zhan, stand up! As long as you stand up, you will win!" Xiang Long shouted, shaking his big arms.
"Zhaoqi, come on!" Li Qingchuan shouted with all his might.
"Look, someone moved!" The audience pointed at the ring in shock.
Feng Zhaoqi and Zhan Li moved at the same time! Na Zhanli held the long sword in his hand, and threw it towards Feng Zhaoqi.
But now he was really at the limit of the limit, the long sword didn't even have any power, and when he was two steps away from Feng Zhaoqi, the long sword fell to the ground with a clang.
Feng Zhaoqi was also about to launch a counterattack, but he sat down on the ground again, his right hand holding the sword was convulsing.
"Old Zhan! Stand up!" Xiang Long roared angrily.
Zhan Li gritted his teeth, with bulging veins on his forehead, he wobbled and really stood up!
"It's broken..." The entire audience felt desperate.
"He's already hurt like that, why can he still stand up?"
Zhan Li stood on the ring, facing Feng Zhaoqi, he opened his mouth to speak, but the wounds all over his body burst open at this moment!
Bloody arrows shot out from his countless wounds! In the end, Zhan Li stood on the ring, motionless.
"Go and have a look." A referee quickly rushed to the ring, touched Zhan Li's neck with two fingers, and then nodded to the other referees: "Dead."
Then, the referee quickly came to Feng Zhaoqi's side and touched Feng Zhaoqi's neck with his hand.
At this moment, the life and death of Feng Zhaoqi affected the hearts of every audience present.
It is very possible that since the start of the twelve joint exams, the first tie is about to happen, and it will end with the death of both sides at the same time.
All eyes were on the referee's hand.
Later, the referee looked back at the other referees and said, "He's still alive, but he's not far from death."
Hearing these words, hundreds of thousands of spectators stood up in the entire valley at the same time, howling hysterically.
"This battle, Feng Zhaoqi, win!" The referee announced the result on the spot.
The audience went crazy and threw everything they were holding into the sky.
Won! Really won! Since the league, apart from Xiang Long's voluntary surrender, Tianxuanzong ushered in the real first defeat!
At that moment, everyone's voice belonged to Feng Zhaoqi.
"Hurry up and save people!" Xiang Nan and Murong Wanqing were the first to rush up.
"Don't touch him!" Xiang Nan immediately stopped in front of the crowd. He first tested Feng Zhaoqi's breath lightly, and said, "It's almost impossible to detect breathing and heartbeat. Don't touch him now, otherwise Zhaoqi will die immediately."
"Leave it to the old man." An old man walked over in the sky, and the old man was drinking the spirits from the gourd while walking.
"Senior half gourd!" Everyone was overjoyed.
The half gourd landed on the ring, and the gourd was thrown up, spilling the wine all over Feng Zhaoqi's body.
When the spirits touched Feng Zhaoqi's body, they immediately smoked.
"Cough..." Feng Zhaoqi raised his neck and finally coughed.
The half gourd drunkenly said: "You little bastards continue to fight, Feng Zhaoqi is handed over to the old man, keep him alive."
After finishing speaking, half a gourd rolled up Feng Zhaoqi with its vitality, and walked away in the air.
The audience cheered, everyone was thinking of a name, Feng Zhaoqi!
Feng Zhaoqi was not only the first martial artist to defeat Tianxuanzong as a martial artist from the Canglan Continent.
At the same time, his victory also awakened hope in everyone's mind.
A master of Tianxuanzong is not invincible! We still have a chance!