If this continues, the last bit of hope for the two of them may also run out. Wolf Dust Smoke bit his lip in a hurry, and blood dripped his parched mouth.

Suddenly, he felt the side of the tug, and Fu Yunge desperately handed him something over.

Suddenly, he was stunned inside.

Just as the thing he had handed over was handed over to the hand he was holding Fu Yunge, suddenly, he felt the pull of his palm light.

Fu Yunge's weight disappeared suddenly, he was shocked, and hurriedly dragged it, only to find that only half of the torn sleeve was left in his hand, and the map that Fu Yunge had just given him with the last bit of strength.

And Fu Yunge has long been swept away by the sand wall vortex.

His eyes were full of yellow dust, and the silent heart of the wolf dust was squeezed fiercely.

"Teenager...... Ahem!!"

He tried to shout, but before he could utter a few words, his mouth was filled with the oncoming yellow sand.

Damn it. He gritted his teeth, and his mind was horizontal, wanting to loosen the strip of cloth and look for Fu Yunge's traces.

But he suddenly remembered the intention of Fu Yunge's move. Fu Yunge used his last strength to hand him the map, just to let him go back and support Jin Ji Fengjian.

And this is also his mission and iron backbone for Fu Yunge as a chivalrous warrior.

The wolf dust smoke was clutching the strip of cloth, his face was red, and the tip of his nose was slightly sour.

In his heart at this time, he must make the decision that he has to choose. That is to give up looking for Fu Yunge and rush back to the Golden Halberd Fengjian.

Such a painful decision is more painful than the pain of a broken arm for Wolf Chenyan. But he had no choice, because it was not only a realistic requirement, but also a respect for Fu Yunge's choice to sacrifice his life.

The sand smoke is billowing, and the wind is roaring. The sand wall reaches the sky, and the power of people seems incomparably small in an instant.

The outer sand walls are still raging.

The desert sea is in the sky, and the swirling wind and sand are like a bloody mouth leading to hell.

And somewhere far away from the route, outside the sand wall, a figure swept out by the wind vortex was silently thrown on the sand and fell into a coma.

............

Qingyuan boundary, the Golden Halberd Fengjian Conference is in full swing.

The morning has passed, and the duel between the Flower Ghost Halberd and the Zhenshan Halberd ended in the victory of the Flower Ghost Halberd. However, this matter is also expected by everyone, Zhenshan Halberd has experienced heavy setbacks and low morale, so it is naturally difficult to win.

At noon, everyone took a short break to prepare for the second round of the competition in the afternoon.

Misty clouds gathered on the peaks, and the moist rain drifted in the wind. Even though it's the height of summer, it's surprisingly cool.

The trees swayed among the mountain peaks, and the branches and leaves chirped.

In the afternoon, the long-awaited second round of the competition finally began. The Sightseeing Pavilion is crowded with people who want to feast their eyes.

And on the referee's seat, Su Bezhi and others also lifted their spirits and became serious. The second round is different from the first round because of the special format, in addition to the winners and losers, they also need to participate in the scoring to determine the final standout.

The representatives of the three major factions that won were drawn first. The three competitions still need to be sorted out.

Soon, the draw ended. The two sects of the first competition have been determined, and it is the long-lost dragon and phoenix halberd duel.

Su Beizhi looked at the result of the second game, and it turned out that it was also the dragon halberd who continued to play. This situation is clearly to consume the strength of the dragon halberd, so that the dragon halberd will have to go into battle one after another without resting.

It's really hard to say that it's not the devil Fang and the others who secretly did it. Su Beizhi thought secretly.

However, their plan to think that everything was under control was coming to an end tonight. Su Beizhi looked at Long Tao who was walking towards the field, and his mind was unpredictable.

Whether it's behind the scenes, or in a competition. They will all defeat the conspirators.

On the field again, Long Tao and the phoenix halberd player opposite, the winner of the previous game, Qinglang, had already confronted each other in the center of the martial arts arena.

Long Tao only had the thought of victory, and after giving it over, he picked up the dragon's head halberd, and the cold light burst out, taking the lead in igniting the flames of war.

Seeing that the comer was not good, Feng Halberd Qinglang also moved the halberd, stepped forward quickly, and intertwined with the oncoming dragon pottery.

The battle situation was high, and the two quickly entered the state, without the slightest respite. The onlookers only saw the silver light shining, the figures back and forth, one dancing like a dragon, the other like a young phoenix, like a drunken competition, as if the two were one.

The dragon halberd and the phoenix halberd were originally a set of martial arts earlier. Later, it evolved into two martial arts.

Although they are divided into two, the rationale is still similar. Although the moves are ever-changing, the root cause is one, as long as the two sides have a high level of martial arts, it is possible to create today's mutual fighting and complementarity.

Long Tao had heard this truth from the head of the sect before, and it was only today that he truly felt the mystery of martial arts. In the battle, his moves flowed wantonly, but the moves of his opponent were like nature, which was really an unprecedented feeling.

The weapons clashed sonorously, and the white light of the halberd blades reflected the staggered faces of the two men. The tip of the halberd splashed dust from the feet and shook the water on the surface of the lake.

The sea of dragon Tao qi agitated, and a steady stream of strength converged into the palm and halberd shaft. Every swing of the move swept out a sound of wind, and the energy dispersed, blowing the hair of the two people's clothes and hair.

In contrast, Qinglang's gap can already be judged. Although the moves can keep up, the strength is a big difference.

After a few battles, it has basically become a game of one defense and one attack. Long Tao forced Qinglang to regress step by step, and it seems that the overall situation has been decided.