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Chapter 177 The Unexpected Winner

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    Sheng Chuanliu relied on his own will to wrestle with each other vigorously, but after being entangled for a period of time, this small sect disciple became angry from embarrassment, he stepped back a few steps and used both hands to make a move.

    But seeing snake shadows impacting Sheng Chuanliu's body, and blood flowers blooming on his body, the drops of blood on the ground were particularly conspicuous.

    He fell to the ground.

    "Huhu, it turns out that the disciples of Jianzangmen are nothing more than that. They are useless except for being able to withstand a little beating!"

    Just when everyone thought Sheng Chuanliu couldn't stand up again, he stood up tremblingly and tenaciously.

    Seeing that Sheng Chuanliu could still stand up, the disciple also felt annoyed. He cast spells with both hands in turn, and the shadows of poisonous snakes continuously impacted on Shengchuanliu's body.

    A man in Tsing Yi outside the court said: "This man is really a fool. If he can't beat it, he can't beat it. If he can't beat it, he can admit defeat. Why bother to hold on."

    Another voice also said: "That's right, admit defeat quickly, I bought a lot and he lost."

    Lin Qi couldn't help frowning when he heard the voices around him. After all, this person was fighting with all his strength, and this kind of spirit and will shouldn't get such a voice.

    "Well, even in the land of the immortal family, such gossip is still indispensable. The cultivators say that mortals are uncivilized, but how many of them can do it."

    Lin Qi muttered to himself and thought of Shu Zhaoqing again. This person's kindness and her kind of generosity can truly be called a monk.

    However, even such a true cultivator would end up being labeled as a demon and forced to die.

    Thinking of this past incident, Lin Qi's mood gradually became depressed, and a sad look appeared on his face.

    Ying Qiu noticed Lin Qi's expression, she leaned forward and asked softly.

    "Lin Qi, are you feeling unwell?"

    Hearing the light voice in his ear, Lin Qi woke up from his thoughts.

    "It's okay, I just remembered something, thank you, senior sister, for your concern."

    Ying Qiu also said with a smile: "It's good that you're fine, seeing your serious expression, I thought you were feeling unwell."

    Lin Qi, who had regained his composure, also continued to pay attention to the situation on the court.

    At this time, only Sheng Chuanliu was left in the duel. At this moment, Shengchuanliu was dressed in rags.  And there were wounds all over his body.

    Drops of blood were stamped out one by one under his feet, and Sheng Chuanliu still stood with such injuries.

    He has been knocked down several times, but he can stand up every time after being knocked down, as if no matter how serious the injury is, as long as he is not dead, he will always stand up.

    His opponent was also a little flustered, the mana in his body had been exhausted after such a long time of consumption.  And his strength also relies on the blessing of mana. Without mana, he is really not the opponent of Sheng Chuanliu.

    Lin Qi, who noticed this situation, not only sighed: "This man is really a man, but he is about to win the victory by using up the opponent's mana with his will."

    "Then Master is right. This person does have some strength." Watching the tragic duel in the arena, Ying Qiu not only thought of Master's words.

    At the same time, the situation in the field also began to change. It was seen that the Xiaozong disciple had exhausted his mana, and faced the threat of the sharp sword in Shengchuan Liu's hand, he fell into a decline for a while.

    However, Sheng Chuanliu also consumed a lot, and the long sword in his hand was also wobbly, and he didn't do much damage in a series of offensives.

    Just when everyone thought that Sheng Chuanliu had reached the limit, Shengchuanliu suddenly yelled and jumped up violently.  It was as if he had exploded with the last strength in his body, a sword that fell with the force of his body broke through the defense of the Xiaozong disciple, and a sword pierced into his chest!

    Such a sudden scene surprised everyone, and after Sheng Chuanliu pierced through the disciple with a sword, he fell to the ground motionless following the falling trend.

    Both of them fell down, and the elder outside the field immediately opened the protective cover. He quickly stepped forward with one hand, and a layer of green light full of vitality fell on him, and the other hand slowly  He drew his sword from his body.

    The blood-stained long sword was thrown aside, and after a while, the elder let go of the disciple and asked someone to carry him down.

    Then he took a look at Sheng Chuanliu's situation. After a while, Shengchuanliu woke up but was carried down with exhaustion.

    "Poison Poison Sect, Xu San is no longer in danger of life, this Sheng Chuan Liu won by a narrow margin."

    listen to this?Lonely is also full of smiles, he is very satisfied with Su Jianxin's growth.

    An hour later, the last round of the second discussion began, the duel of the Xin group.

    Lin Qi paid more attention to Chi Mo this time, and this person's opponent was also very strong, which made people look forward to it.

    Chi Mo was still dressed coolly, and he walked onto the dueling arena with his silver gun on his shoulder.

    His opponent is very short, with spikes on each of the ten fingers of his hands. These long spikes glow coldly in the sun. This person also relied on these spikes to stab his opponent in the last match.  dozens of holes.

    Chi Mo, who was watching him, said coldly: "Jie Jie Jie, I see that you have a good physique, and it must feel good when it penetrates your body later."

    Chi Mo smiled casually, pointing the silver gun in his hand straight at his opponent and said with a smile: "Hahahaha, dwarf, I can't bear to see you with such long nails. I'll break them off one by one later!"  "

    After all, the two of them used their own skills to fight together.

    Chimo's gun opened and closed wide, sweeping the surrounding fields under the sway, and the domineering power of the Chilong swept the audience, bringing huge pressure to the disciple.

    And this disciple walks in the silver spear with his short body and extremely flexible movement. The sharp thorns on his ten fingers are like sharp daggers, and the marks left by his claws leave a series of scratches on the field.  .

    In Lin Qi's spiritual consciousness, he could also feel that there was an endless stream of mana on the spikes of the ten fingers, and its sharpness was comparable to that of a sword.

    "There is still someone who can train the strength of the ten fingers to such a degree, and finger strength is the most difficult strength to train. It is not easy to imagine it with this person's physique. However, although this person is flexible and has strong finger strength, his face  Chimo is still far behind."

    Lin Qi muttered to himself, and at the same time the duel on the field became more and more intense.

    But seeing the disciple's ten fingers staggered like the wind, hanging a whirlwind around the field, scratches from the whirlwind's passage emerged.  Under this powerful offensive, Chi Mo was also repelled a few steps, and Chi Mo, who had stepped back a few steps, stood still and smiled lightly.

    "It's a bit of a trick, it's enough for playing now, one trick, you can't get up again."

    Having said that, Chi Mo's whole body was filled with a domineering air, and a dragon chant appeared, and the silver spear in his hand came out of the bow, and a dragon shadow also pierced into the whirlwind.

    Immediately, the Chilong's sharp claws turned into spear shadows and tore apart the whirlwind.

    The disciple fell under the shadow of the gun, and the spikes on his ten fingers shattered to the ground.

    "Xin Group Chi Mo wins." (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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