When the puppet puppet's ethereal cloud sleeves wrapped Hua Shang in a moment, Hua Shang's body flickered and magically appeared behind it. Hua Shang instantly used the aura node to set up a three-talent array and cooperated with Shuimu Qi Huagong to launch "Who is Ming Worried For", and dodged the puppet ling's inevitable blow.

The puppet suddenly threw her sleeves, and the sky blue dance shirt was around the neck, cuffs, skirt, and belt, and there were bright spiritual fires coming out layer by layer, just like the gold ornaments on the Dunhuang fairy, magnificent, brilliant and dazzling. When the flames spread to the whole body, her people seemed to be clothed in the veil of heaven, turning into a heavenly maiden, and the treasure was solemn. The long sleeves of the burning flames were like a mighty dragon, tracking the existence of Hua Shang and swooping down swiftly and violently.

The fire of the silk drama dances in the sky!

Hua Shang broke off and shouted, the son melted into the empty rail, the nine tails in his hand were colorful, the flowing flowers were tactful, the moon was full of sky, and the sword waterfall was like a curtain and the moon shone on the jade flying frost of Jinguan Creek.

The puppet ling's offensive is completely empty, trapping the sword rain, the momentum is cut off, the bell and the pipa, and the rhyme is gone.

The five strings of Che Hongying's pipa broke, and the strings burst and hit her face, shattering the sunglasses she was wearing. She screamed and fell to the sky, hitting her head on her side with a thud. She rolled her eyes and passed out.

Hua Shang's sword turned into karmic fire, burning the puppeteer's water-sleeved dance shirt, and the sword light spat out and hit its belly. The sword tore through the air, emitting a melodious sword whistle like a pigeon's whistle.

"Don't!" Liang Feiji, who had been controlling the puppet in the distance, let out a terrible roar, and with a gesture of his hand, the puppet who was still forgetting to dance was recklessly taken back by him.

But Hua Shang's qi engine had already locked the puppet ling, Liang Feiji took back the puppet ling, but also pulled Hua Shang over, Hua Shang's sword waterfall was boiling, and he rushed towards him.

Liang Feiji didn't think about anything, just flew onto the puppet and blocked Hua Shang's sword with his back, and the whole person was picked up by a sword, volleyed several times, and landed on the ground.

"Wow", the entire Arena of Kings was full of uncontrollable exclamations from the audience.

Hua Shang didn't expect that Liang Feiji's final choice turned out to be to protect the puppeteer, he tried to collect his sword at the last moment, and finally did not tear Liang Feiji's armor to shreds.

Looking at Liang Feiji, who was unconscious on the ground, Hua Shang's mind was blank. His original plan was to defeat the puppeteer, sever the aura link between the puppeteer and the puppeteer, and then force Liang Feiji to admit defeat. But he found himself underestimating the bond between Liang Feiji and the puppeteer. It's like the bond between him and the Nine-Tails, and it can't be separated.

"They're all made for. Hua Shang looked at Liang Feiji, as if he saw himself, and his heart was full of emotion.

A cloud of gray dust flew down Huashang's shoulder. He looked back blankly, and Liang Feiji's puppeteer was still standing in the middle of the arena. The sky-blue dance shirt on it had been burned by Hua Shang's sword, and it was scattered. It shook like a mermaid, shaking off the tattered shirt to reveal the last moon-white narrow-sleeved open-necked shirt. A snow-white shawl shook off the cloud sleeves of the dance shirt.

The shawl swirled in the air, turning into a bright moon, gently covering its head and neck. It walked gracefully and luxuriously towards Liang Feiji's iron box step by step. Leave a poignant and elegant back to Huashang. The river and the sky are the same, the dust is not clean, the sound is lonely, the moon is lonely, Chang'e under the moon, and the palace is lonely.

Even though the master is unconscious, the puppeteer still faithfully performs the last piece of music and dance to the end. It swayed to the iron box, rose vertically, shrunk into a bright moon-like cluster in the air, and disappeared into the box.

It wasn't until the moment the puppet entered the box that Hua Shang's tense nerves finally relaxed. Only then did he feel that his muscles were spasming, and sweat was rolling down his forehead uncontrollably, and even his vision was obscured by sweat. The strong heart, which had been beating smoothly all along, was thumping like a frightened deer at this moment, and even its breathing became rapid.

Although this battle didn't take place for a long time, it was the time of the song "Jianghua Moonlit Night". However, Huashang's physical limits are challenged all the time.

At first, he dragged three Tai Chi Yunbu, and then struggled to survive under the red sleeves of death, and then relied on the guidance of the Nine Tails to dance wildly with the puppet ling, and finally found the distribution of the spiritual power field, and used the moon to shine on Jinguanxi. Every step is to win in defeat, to survive in death, every step consumes a lot of physical and mental strength, and the final leaking jade flying frost, even the internal force is about to be used up.

Until Liang Feiji fell, Hua Shang didn't realize that he had won. He was just glad that he survived and fought a good fight.

Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, why was it so quiet around him?

He looked at the nine warriors who participated in the battle in the arena, only he was still standing, and the rest were lying down. The surrounding staff and referees stood up straight one by one, looking at him Mu Ran, as if they had been decided. All the contestants in the waiting seats are now standing, and everyone is saluting him.

He looked blankly at the surrounding stands, all of them standing, a full 50,000-odd spectator, all of them standing solemnly, staring silently at the arena where he was, silent. Even the most flamboyant fans stood silently, looking at him with their mouths open.

This quiet atmosphere made Hua Shang feel inexplicable.

"Is it because I didn't do anything after the fight?" Hua Shang suddenly realized. He raised his sword aloft and drew a half-circle in the air, the tip of the sword pointed diagonally to the left, and the gentleman bent down incomparably, and then flicked the long sword. The Nine-Tails spun in the air, burrowing into the scabbard behind him like long eyes.

Hua Shang glanced around again, but it was still silent. Everyone's eyes are distant, as if they are still immersed in another world. He also thought about receiving the applause of the audience and then leaving the stage. But it seems that don't think about it. He lifted his steps and was about to step off the stage when he heard a burst of laughter.

He turned his head to see that the bald head and the red hair were already supporting each other, and they got up from the ground and stumbled towards him.

"We won, we won," the bald voice was hoarse, as if a match had made him suffer from the vicissitudes of life.

"I can't imagine it, woo" Red Hair actually cried. Hua Shang almost couldn't help but want to push him away, because he wanted to rub his face in tears!

"Huashang! Huashang! good!" a hoarse voice came from the ground. It was Zhong Junxiu, who saved Hua Shang at the most critical moment, he got up with the support of the bald head, pounced on him with the bald head, and hugged him tightly.

"Win, win, win!" the three screamed with excitement.

"Yay~~~" Although Hua Shang was already too tired to be excited, he had to shout a few times when he came to this. u