“So strong!”
The first place has been decided, and everyone's attention is focused on the second place.
Jian Wushuang and Murong Yi, both of them have extremely strong talents in swordsmanship and are extremely powerful!
During the fight, sword energy filled the sky and earth.
The sharp sword energy can almost cut everything around it.
Even the people below were affected. Some people with low cultivation felt a dull pain in their eyes just by watching.
The previous duel between Lou Qianxue and Xiao Feng was too profound, yet too calm, and they did not understand it at all.
At this moment, the battle between Murong Yi and Jian Wushuang was the ideal duel between masters in their minds!
Watching their confrontation, many people sighed in their hearts.
It’s really powerful!
Even Yuan Haomiao of the Holy Tower was asking himself at this moment, can he defeat two people in this state
The answer is uncertain.
He is not sure!
It was not until this moment that he had to admit that not only was he not as good as Lou Qianxue, he might even be not as good as Jian Wushuang!
Those top-notch geniuses from outside the region who have great reputations are not as weak as these Saint Pagoda disciples imagine...
"Is it wrong that the Holy Tower has been closed and self-contained for so many years?"
This kind of sadness and despair rose in his heart.
Being left far behind by those who are considered inferior to you...
Moreover, that person was someone he hated, hated, was hostile to, and even looked down upon...
This feeling is really uncomfortable...
In the sky, blood continued to fall as the two men's moves unfolded...
"Although both of them are very strong, they seem to be evenly matched and can't do anything to each other... If this continues, maybe both of them... won't survive!"
"Yeah, it seems like the two of them are really fighting each other, neither of them is willing to back down..."
"Continue like this… "
Everyone's heart trembled slightly, and they began to worry again.
However…
next moment!
boom!
boom!
Two explosions were heard, and the mountains behind the two men collapsed and were destroyed by each other's sword energy!
next moment!
The two of them were like meteors, smashing towards each other, and at the same time...
laugh!
laugh!
Two cold, sharp swords pierced into each other's bodies!
They also realized that no matter how hard they fought, they could not defeat the other side. There was no other way to defeat the other side except to lose both sides...
“As long as... I can live a moment longer than you, I’ll be considered the winner!” A ball of golden light suddenly burst out from Jian Wushuang’s eyes, and two golden daggers shot out from his eyes, piercing Murong Yi’s eyes!
Murong Yi opened his mouth slightly, and a bloody sword stabbed out.
Both of them were nurturing their own swords within their bodies.
One is in the eyes.
One in the belly...
Phew!
Phew!
Scarlet blood splashed in the air...
"Cough... cough cough..."
"Puff..."
The two young sword masters, Murong Yi's eyes were pierced by two swords, and his body was dragged backwards by the sword energy. Blood gushed out of his eyes, and he fell backwards uncontrollably...
Jian Wushuang was stabbed in the chest by the bloody sword, and his body staggered to his knees, spitting blood...
Both of them tried their best and seemed to have no strength to fight anymore.
But Murong Yi lost both eyes.
Jian Wushuang supported himself on the ground with his sword, and stood up shakily. He used up his last bit of strength to sweep Murong Yi down!
Although he admired Murong Yi, in his opinion, the dignity of Tianxuan Continent was more important!
(End of this chapter)