"Must win?" Ling Dong pointed the rifle at Ye Zhuixun and chuckled, "Based on your current situation, are you sure you can win?"
As he was speaking, powerful energy condensed from the tip of the bandits' spears and raged wildly, causing everyone to exclaim in surprise at the depth of the energy in Ling Dong's body!
bass!
Ye Zhuixun's eyes were burning with fire: "I will definitely win!"
The beautiful and quiet image of the girl flashed through his mind. Four years, four whole years, he hadn't seen her!
From fourteen to eighteen!
He couldn't keep her waiting any longer!
Buzz!
Ye Zhuixun raised his aching and numb arm, and a hint of madness flashed across his cold and pale face...
In the audience.
Lou Qianxue's expression tightened, and she gripped the handrail, forcing herself not to make a move.
"Master!" Lin Tingfeng's eyes were filled with anxiety: "What does Senior Brother want to do?"
"I don't know." Lou Qianxue's voice was dull and cold: "But I know that he will never give up easily!"
She knew the importance of this battle to Ye Zhuixun, so she did not stop it on her own initiative!
"I am the master's first disciple..."
On the stage, Ye Zhuixun raised his arms. His energy was almost exhausted, but there was another powerful force surrounding his arms: "I am the eldest brother..."
"You shouldn't be weaker than your junior fellow apprentice..."
He bit his lips until they bled: "Big Brother, you should behave like a big brother..."
"Mad Lion Roar!"
He only knows this one punch!
Still just using this one punch!
But this punch seemed a little different from the usual ones!
boom!
The colorful power lingered on Ye Zhuixun's arm. Ye Zhuixun quickly kicked the ground and smashed the terrifying Xiangma spear head that was raging with Yuanli...
Squeak…
But in an instant, the musket was turned into dust under the power of color...
but!
at the same time-
"ah-"
On the stage, blood splattered, and the bloody and tragic scene made many sect disciples scream...
boom!
Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Ye Zhuixun's right arm exploded like a rifle that turned into dust...
In an instant, blood and flesh splattered!
Full of murderous intent!
bass!
Lou Qianxue's expression suddenly changed, and she stood up in a panic: "Ye Zhuixun!"
Ye Zhuixun's face was as pale as paper, and the blood from the broken arm splattered all over his face and body. He looked like he was about to fall down, but his eyes were burning with flames, so bright that it was frightening, and he stared straight at Ling Dong...
Ling Dong's heart trembled. Even though he had a spiritual weapon, inscriptions, and a deep foundation of energy, he was still captured by Ye Zhuixun's eyes. He felt like he couldn't breathe and could only hold the musket in a daze...
Let the power of color spread to him along the rifle...
"ah-"
My palms stung, and I didn't have time to react...
The colorful power followed him like a shadow and instantly engulfed him...
His entire body, like a seventh-level spiritual weapon, turned into dust in the colorful light...
"!!!" Everyone opened their eyes wide in shock, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief, not understanding why the situation suddenly reversed!
Obviously, the one who has the upper hand is Ling Dong of Dongyu Pavilion, isn't it
Also, what exactly is the power of color
Why is it so scary!
"..." The faces of the East Region Pavilion Master and many elders twitched...
He deliberately planned to have an extra match and bet a lot on Ling Dong, but...
But, lost!
"Who else?" Ye Zhuixun, who was standing with one arm and dizzy eyes, stood on the martial arts stage expressionlessly, looking down and asked in a cold voice.
That’s all for today, good night everyone, see you tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)