Chapter Ninety-Four: Victory
Almost at the moment when Yu Wensong kicked the Southern Army master out of the ring, Zimmeryun also solved his fourth opponent, but there was another wound on his body. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
The two who were also embarrassed looked at each other again, and at that moment, there was only unyielding and persistence in their eyes, as if because the opponent was still standing on the stage, the fighting spirit was infinitely magnified.
The sun has already set in the west, and I am afraid that it will be dark in half an hour, but Zimmer and Yu Wensong don't want to stop, anyway, they have to fight it out after all, so it is better to solve it earlier.
Emperor Yongjia and Yuwen Zhou in the stands were also in the same mood, only one step away from victory, and no one could stop.
The game continued, and lanterns and torches were ready.
In the pinnacle duel, the last person of Da Chen and the last person of the North Chief stood in the same ring and started this crucial competition, the winner is the king and the loser is the coward, and the brilliance always belongs to the final winner.
Emperor Yongjia is still talking and laughing, but as a confidant in his heart, Li Qing knows his nervousness, in fact, at this time, Li Qing, who has always been indifferent, also sweated in his palms.
In the past two years, for this big competition, Emperor Yongjia has really put a lot of effort into it, think about it, even the farthest masters of the Southern Army have appeared in the capital. I didn't expect the strength of the Northern Chief to be so strong, even if General Xie folded so many of their masters, it didn't seem to be of much use.
Yu Wenzhou's face was very bad, before he came to Da Chen, he was full of arrogance, and he looked down on the strength of Da Chen's people, even if General Xie had just won a big victory, because he didn't take that defeat too lightly, he didn't expect that Da Chen would have so many masters, especially this Qi Moyun, isn't he a weak scholar, how can he have such strength?
Zimmeryun and Yuwensong have already handed it over. The previous fatigue seemed to have never existed, and the two of them exchanged swords and swords, and they were quick to make it fast, and everyone only felt a sword light and sword shadow, and few people could see it clearly.
In all directions, there was silence, gritting teeth, clenching fists, and patting chests, all holding their breath, waiting for the final result.
Gradually, the movements of the two people on the stage slowed down, and each sword seemed to have a thousand powers.
Everyone's hearts are even more nervous, is this about to end?
Li Qing's hand loosened, Yuwen Song didn't seem to be able to hold it anymore, and the old grandfather thought the same.
Indeed, although the two on the stage are equal, Yuwensong's internal strength is even better than Zimmeryun, after all, the age is there, Yuwensong is at the peak of his life, and Zimmeryun is a genius, after all, he is only twenty-five years old, and the accumulation of internal force is a little worse than Yuwensong, but in fact, now Yuwensong can't hold on much more than Zimmeryun, and his knife is getting slower and slower.
Zimmeryun also discovered this situation, and after a little thought, he understood. Yu Wensong's final opponent of the Southern Army master used a poisonous fist, it stands to reason that this poisonous fist has little impact on a master like Yu Wensong, but he can't stand Yu Wensong's injury, and now he is facing the master of Qi Moyun again, so the side effects caused by the poisonous fist have been magnified, and Yu Wensong feels that his eyes are a little spent.
However, a master is a master after all, when he was knocked out of the ring by Zimmeryun at the last moment, Yuwensong gave Zimmeryun a full slap, Zimmeryun couldn't help but churn with blood, and swallowed a mouthful of blood that had been rushed up his throat, and his face was so white that he couldn't look at it.
"We've won!"
"Ahh
"Long live Your Majesty!"
"Second Prince Qi! Second Prince of Qi!"
Amid the frantic shouting, the Northern Chiefs left silently.