"It's over! It's over! We're going to lose!" The masters of the Eastern Region frowned fiercely, and many of them secretly regretted: "I should have taken action earlier! This kid named Gongsun is completely useless!"
"Rubbish! He dragged all of us down! We lost for nothing!" But more people were angry!
However…
brush!
A blinding white light suddenly lit up.
"Hmm? What's going on?"
"What a bright light! My eyes hurt!"
Everyone felt pain in their eyes and closed them one after another.
"Boy! How dare you!" A loud shout suddenly rang out.
Everyone was startled and opened their eyes quickly, but they couldn't help but be shocked by the scene before them.
"this… "
Dozens of long needles flashing with cold light were seen piercing the back of Mo Ding's head. At the same time, a long needle was shot deep into his brow.
Bright red blood flowed down from his forehead, making his face distorted and extremely terrifying...
"what happened?"
Everyone exclaimed, and the next moment, the movements of the two people on the field changed instantly!
Mo Ding shouted loudly and punched Gongsun Heng with his fist, but just before he was about to fall, he was stopped in mid-air...
A sharp white jade fan was pressed against the bottom of his wrist. If he moved any further down, his palm would be cut off!
"The wrist cannot move, so the space inscription cannot be used! What's going on? Mo Ding is actually at a disadvantage?" Everyone in Fengmo Sect frowned and said worriedly.
All the masters in the East Region were excited: "Win? Are we going to win?"
"This kid! Really good! He actually made a comeback!"
"Great! We won the first game!"
However…
"This round ends here, let's call it a draw, how about that?" Gongsun Heng said lightly when the East Region master was happy.
"What?" Gasps were heard in the room.
"He's clearly in the upper hand, but that guy wants to tie?"
"What the hell is he doing?" The high officials of the Eastern Region shouted loudly.
Mo Ding also frowned: "You can't hold on for long, just wait a little longer and I will win."
Gongsun Heng raised his lips slightly, not giving in: "Of course I can also choose to pierce your important acupoints with a silver needle before that moment comes. Who do you think will die then?"
“…Okay, it’s a draw.” Mo Ding unclenched his fist.
"..." The masters of the Eastern Region were instantly enraged, their eyes reddened, and they glared at Gongsun Heng with eyes that seemed to devour him.
Gongsun Heng had a thin layer of sweat on his face, and he walked towards Lou Qianxue with a pale face: "I'm sorry, I didn't win."
"It doesn't matter. That person is good at spatial inscriptions, which makes it hard for people to defend against him. It's hard to win... Besides, I know that in order to enter the strange fire barrier, you suppressed your cultivation to the ninth level of spiritual martial arts. It's already very good to be able to do this."
"I'm glad you're not disappointed." Gongsun Heng smiled bitterly and took a pill.
In Fengmo Sect, Mo Qingyuan's face was also livid, and he looked at Mo Ding with a cold gaze: "I thought you could win."
"I'm sorry, miss."
Mo Qingyuan snorted coldly and looked at everyone: "This time, we will send out our men first." Then, she pointed at one of the top Xuanwu Realm masters and said, "Elder Hei, you go ahead."
"Yes, ma'am."
Suo Yiyi asked Lou Qianxue hesitantly: "Miss Lou, how about this one, you..."
"I'll do it!" An East Region expert spoke aggressively, glaring at Gongsun Heng and Lou Qianxue fiercely at the same time: "I will never let these two pieces of trash hold us back again!"
Another East Region expert who signed up to join the battle also snorted coldly: "That's right, what use is a rubbish of the ninth level of Spiritual Martial Arts! Don't worry, the three of us will end the battle as soon as possible, and try not to let those two rubbish embarrass themselves again!"
There are six more...
(End of this chapter)