"!!!"
Zulong's big eyeballs almost fell to the ground.
From the ancient times to the present day, he has seen everything. He has witnessed battles more tragic than this and even participated in countless of them himself. But this scene, this situation, this incident, he has never seen such a scene before!
Seeing the black dragon whose body was cut in half below the head and above the waist, his face turned dark and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.
He said helplessly: "Well, hey, Qin Fangyang won the first battle."
He wanted to say, "The Black Dragon can still fight again, this is nothing!"
But after hesitating for a long time, he felt that he was not thick-skinned enough and was too embarrassed to say it out loud.
Not to mention your shoulders and hands, even your liver has been chopped off in half. Do you think you can fight again
What should we fight with? Using little Jiji
Do you still have some shame?!
Shi Feng laughed loudly, his face full of joy but still reserved as he said: "In the first battle, the Dragon Clan represented the Ancient God Clan and lost. But the three clans fought in turns, and the Dragon Clan lost, and it was not the final outcome. Next, our Phoenix Clan will fight, and we must save face. It is one thing for the Dragon Clan to lose face, but we, the Phoenix Clan, will never lose face. Not only will we not lose face, but we will also help the Dragon Clan and do what they cannot do, that is, we will take back the face they lost... Well, these are all small things, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!"
Zulong's face was as black as ink, and he stared at Shifeng as if he wanted to swallow him whole.
But I just can't say anything.
But he did not have any hatred towards Qin Fangyang, instead he felt some admiration for him.
After all, he risked his own life and fought to defeat the Black Dragon!
"The second battle!" Shi Feng narrowed his eyes: "My Phoenix Clan will fight!"
"I think it's better for us, the Qilin tribe, to fight!"
The ancestral Qilins rushed to say: "This second battle is of great importance, we Qilins must come!"
He is a man with a discerning eye. Qin Fangyang's current condition is very bad. Everyone can see it, so naturally he can see it.
Any capable warrior from the Phoenix Clan could kill Qin Fangyang on the spot, but in this case, all the money and face would be taken away by the Phoenix Clan. Although there is still the Dragon Clan at the bottom, the Qilin Clan still gets nothing!
"Okay then, the Qilin tribe will go first."
Shi Feng was quite magnanimous and directly gave up the qualification to participate in the second battle. Among the three tribes, although they were evenly matched, the Qilin tribe was the one that valued peace and happiness the most and would not easily start a war, which is why they were known as the "Beast of Virtue".
The spiritual consciousness of Zulong and Shifeng was monitoring the movements thousands of miles away.
The problem is not big.
At the right time, a unicorn jumped out.
Zu Qilin warned: "The opponent intends to sacrifice his life to protect others... In other words, he is a complete desperado... Such a desperado is rare in ancient and modern times. You must be careful of his desperate tactics, and play it safe. Don't act rashly and impulsively!!"
The black unicorn, who was about to go into battle, nodded repeatedly with a serious look on his face.
Then, he leaped forward.
"Brother Qin, Mo Yi came to ask for advice! Brother Qin is indeed a great man in the world, a real man of the time, Mo Yi admires him!"
This Qilin was dressed in black, had a majestic and upright appearance, and his eyes were full of recognition for Qin Fangyang.
Loyal ministers, filial sons, upright men, all are respected by all living creatures. A good man like Qin Fangyang, who is willing to sacrifice his life to protect lives and proves his true intentions with actions, has already conquered the vast majority of the people from the three tribes present. Before the battle, their words of admiration all come from the bottom of their hearts!
“Thank you!”
Qin Fangyang said calmly: "If one day, other tribes want to exterminate the Qilin tribe, I believe Brother Mo Yi will make the same choice as me, and move forward bravely and fight to the death!"
Mo Yi's eyes sparkled: "Brother Qin is actually my confidant. It's a pity that we are on opposite sides. After this battle, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to drink and chat with Brother Qin anymore."
He stared at the blood and flesh on Qin Fangyang's chest, and the sword energy that was still wreaking havoc, and his eyes turned into one of regret.
Qin Fangyang was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "For warriors like us, dying on the battlefield is the highest honor!"
"What I, Qin, have been seeking all my life is to live with no regrets, to rest in peace after death, to have my relatives and friends be proud of me, and my enemies be sorry for me."
Qin Fangyang paused and said, "Now it seems that it is within reach and within easy reach!"
Mo Yi chewed over these words carefully, his face turned serious and he stood in awe: "Brother Qin, well done!"
"please!"
Qin Fangyang raised his sword and saluted, looking solemn.
"please!"
Mo Yi drew his sword and bowed.
Then, the two of them attacked almost at the same time.
However, the brutality of this battle still exceeded everyone's expectations.
Mo Yi did not underestimate the enemy. He maintained a steady and cautious technical and tactical strategy from beginning to end, and did not give Qin Fangyang any chance to fight for his life!
But what he didn't know was that this was also Qin Fangyang's real intention!
In the first battle, he won the victory with the most cruel and extreme life-for-life tactics, which gave the three tribes an illusion that Qin Fangyang was planning to take three cities in a row in this way in order to get lucky.
Little did Qin Fangyang know that his real focus was actually the second battle. He would take advantage of the opponent's tendency to avoid his extreme tactics and continue his steady and cautious approach in order to gain as much time as possible.
The war was indeed going as Qin Fangyang expected, and he had bought time!
But the price he paid for this was truly unimaginable and beyond the imagination of everyone present.
In terms of real cultivation, the Black Dragon that fought before was superior to Qin Fangyang. Mo Yi was even better than the Black Dragon, and naturally much stronger than Qin Fangyang. Not to mention that Qin Fangyang was now severely injured after a great battle. The sword energy of the Black Dragon was like a leech attached to his bones, wreaking havoc on Qin Fangyang's chest!
Qin Fangyang's injuries continued to worsen as he fought!
When masters like them fight, hundreds of moves can be exchanged in the blink of an eye!
Everyone fought quickly, running away as soon as they were in contact, and never lingered in a fight. The clanging sounds of weapons clashing were much more frequent than the most violent rainstorm.
Qin Fangyang said nothing, but Mo Yi roared loudly and exhaled continuously.
Less than a minute after the battle started, Qin Fangyang was already at an absolute disadvantage, so there was no way he could support himself and fight to the bitter end!
Although he was determined to fight to the death, and the current battle atmosphere and style was what he wanted, no matter how determined he was to kill the enemy, there was a limit, and his physical condition continued to decline under the ravages of the sword energy in his chest.
The black-clothed man's long sword was as fast as the wind, and with the Qilin clan's innate power of water and fire, he appeared around Qin Fangyang in a mysterious way. Qin Fangyang could only stand still and kept getting injured.
Head, face, shoulders, arms, chest, abdomen, thighs, back...
Scars appeared densely all over his body.
This was because Mo Yi did not rush into anything and was not too greedy. If he had attacked more vital parts, Qin Fangyang would have suffered more and more serious injuries!
But the accumulation of such dense injuries was also difficult to bear, but Qin Fangyang, who was covered with bruises, remained silent, not even a groan.
Even though blood was pouring out of his body, he still drew his sword calmly and tried his best to maneuver so that he could always maintain a supportable state.
He had the Heaven-Bulding Stone on him, and although it could not stop the Black Dragon Sword Qi from continuing to destroy his body, it could play a considerable role in healing other injuries. The only thing was that it was difficult to avoid the initial injury, and blood was always splattering like thin drops of blood arrows.
There are too many injuries, and they happen too quickly!
In the end, the blood was sticking to the body and flowing.
Because, with so many wounds, the blood in his body had almost been drained out.
But he remained calm and composed, his eyes, like stars, always sparkling, and he never gave up.
Even though he was surrounded by hundreds of millions of enemies, even though he was fighting to the point of exhaustion, he never uttered a single word!
Time passes by little by little.
The three tribes of divine beasts watching the battle were still pointing and talking at the beginning, but by now, everyone was silent.
Looking at this human being who was covered in blood and whose blood had already been drained, but who was still fighting calmly and trying his best to draw his sword, his eyes were filled with solemnity and respect.
Alone against billions of enemies!
Protect hundreds of millions of people in the city below!
His life is in danger, his blood has been drained, but he still refuses to stop fighting!
There has never been a moment when I understood the word "hero" so clearly.
Shi Feng took a deep breath and said loudly: "Qin Fangyang, you lost this second battle. Don't struggle anymore."
Qin Fangyang pursed his lips and said nothing, but the sword in his hand was like a violent storm, and he actually showed signs of counterattacking for the first time, forcing the cautious Mo Yi to dodge repeatedly. However, this strenuous action caused many wounds that had already healed to open again. However, no more blood flowed from the wounds. It was obvious that there was really not much blood left in Qin Fangyang's body.
Shi Feng took a deep breath, his eyes full of admiration, and said: "Qin Fangyang, you have tried your best and have done enough for the Xinghun people behind you. The so-called sacrificing one's life to protect others is probably just this. If you continue to hold on, you will only end up with your soul being destroyed. Why bother doing this?"
"We admire you as a brave man, so we'll leave you a way out. As long as you admit defeat, this battle will end!"
Qin Fangyang finally spoke, his voice was very weak, only because there were two sword wounds on his throat, bleeding profusely. That was the result of his previous struggle to counterattack, which caused more loopholes in his own defense. If he had not dodged properly, he would have been killed by the sword at this moment.
He just said calmly: "You said the outcome of the three games, but Qin never said it!"
Shi Feng was stunned and asked in disbelief: "What did you say?"
"Qin said before the war that whoever can kill Qin will be the strongest among the three tribes!"
"Before I drew my sword, I asked you all: Is Shangjing safe and sound before I die?"
"I, Qin Fangyang, have said it clearly. I am fighting for life and death, not victory or defeat!"
Qin Fangyang's indifferent voice reverberated in the void: "The word 'surrender' comes out of my mouth easily, but it is impossible for it to come out of my mouth. Everyone, if you want to attack Shangjing, you need to keep your promise!"
Qin Fangyang laughed hoarsely: "Before I die, Shangjing is safe!"
"As long as there is a breath left, Qin is the Great Wall!"
There is no Great Wall in the other world, but I can’t think of any other word to replace it.
(End of this chapter)