The counterattack began.

The storm raging in the ring gradually appeared, and the rich blood color came into people's eyes, and they began to go crazy, this kind of impactful visual effect can mobilize people's blood even more, they thought that the flower sprouts were about to explode.

But in fact, Hua Qingya no longer has the extra strength to speed up, so he can only let these murderous Bodhi branches slow down, he knows that he has lost this game, even if he still has a lot of means, but he can't do anything without physical strength.

In the blood-colored storm, a few white cold lights lit up, tearing this piece of blood unreasonably and unreasonably, and Wusheng's thin figure reappeared, surrounded by countless broken Bodhi branches lying on the ground struggling and squirming weakly.

In an uproar, Hua Qingya roared angrily, tore the wound open, more blood gushed out, he held the hot blood, sprinkled on the ground, a green bud broke out of the ground, two green leaves swayed with the wind, the longer and higher, not a while, the leaves fell and bloomed, a small jade white flower, delicate and lovely, grew to about half a person high, the petals withered, and a fruit like blood fell down.

Hua Qingya caught the fruit, cracked her mouth, and smiled a little miserably, "Come again." With that, he swallowed the fruit in one gulp. Wusheng sensed that something was wrong, and quickly rushed forward, his five fingers spread together, his sharp claws grabbed the air, and the white light swept through his fingertips, dragging five long light tails.

Hua Qingya's face was calm, facing the claw, rushed forward, his hand on the ground moved, a turquoise wooden stick broke out of the ground, as soon as he grasped it, he raised the stick to hit, without the slightest decline, the terrifying force knocked the ground down an inch.

Wusheng was directly shaken away, his arm trembled constantly, and blood burst out of his pores and flowed all over the ground. The battle has been going on so far, Wusheng was injured for the first time, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a strange light condensed in his pupils, at this moment, he seemed to have lost his sense of pain, and his trembling hand stopped instantly,

On the player's seat, Zhang Yue's black and white pupils shook slightly, he stared at Wusheng, a new power poured out from Wusheng's body, he didn't even notice it just now, what was it? Zhang Yue asked in her heart.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yue suddenly found that this power was very familiar, he suddenly realized it, and muttered, "That's a lifeless alien spirit?" ”

Yan Xi smiled: "Finally found out? His strange spirit was very peculiar, and he was once considered a kind of chicken spirit, and it was not until that year that he killed all the way to the heavenly list and fell in front of the rabbit that he was known to the world. His spirit has no name, and his abilities are self-healing and closed feelings. ”

Zhang Yue said: "Then how did he do his physical fitness? His spirit should not have reshaped his body to that extent, at most it should be the same as mine. However, if it were for me, it would be impossible for me to survive the attack just now. ”

"Exercise!" Yan Xi said casually.

Zhang Yue was stunned for a few seconds, and then looked at Wusheng who was fighting in the ring, "You mean, his physical fitness is based on acquired training?" Can it really be done? ”

Yan Xi said: "There is no limit to the reshaping of the body by alien spirits, but there are some alien spirits, and the reshaping effect is more obvious, while some require you to exercise the day after tomorrow to excavate." As long as you want, you can also exercise a body that does not lose with him. ”

Zhang Yue nodded thoughtfully. Yan Xi's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward and asked, "What, do you also want to be a macho man?" ”

Zhang Yue shook her head silently and said with a smile: "Eh, no, I think it's more suitable for me to shout and cheer for you in the rear, and explore the field of vision, this kind of violent work can be handed over to you." ”

"Damn! Rotten wood cannot be carved! ”

Zhang Yue shrank back, dodging Yan Xi's hand, but did not flash Yan Xi's high heels. Zhang Yue gritted his teeth and stomped on the ground a few times before he endured the pain, and he suddenly became a little envious of the lifeless spirit.

In the ring, a hand-to-hand fight was staged. With a pair of flesh fists, Wusheng shook the wooden stick of Hua Qingya, and every time he hit, a deep pit was shaken, and the newly rebuilt ring was on the verge of collapse.

The two of them, who were fighting heartily, didn't bother to pay attention to this. Hua Qingya looks gentle and elegant, and the stick is domineering, the stick smashes the head and face, without the slightest fancy, and the beckons are all greeted to the lifeless place, and the hands holding the stick are even more muscular, tearing the cuffs, full of power.

The wooden stick is in his hand, like a dragon soaring into the air, opening and closing, and the stick is like an extraterrestrial meteorite, exuding light and heat, full of the power of destroying the world, accompanied by the sound of thunder, rumbling, crushing forward.

Wusheng used his body to carry this impenetrable attack, and any part of his body became his weapon of attack, he jumped up and down like a monkey in the wind and rain, but his muscles were unexpectedly hard, and he still stood tall in the heavy stick wind.

But the meat fist can't be compared with Hua Qingya's Bodhi stick after all, he has retreated to the edge of the ring, and there is no way to retreat, and then, he can only meet Hua Qingya's crazy attack head-on.

At this moment, everyone's hearts are in their throats, and the victory is about to be revealed! Are Hua Qingya going to win?

The turquoise stick was raised above its head, and when it looked up, the tip of the stick was as high as the sun, blending with the sun, and at that moment, that stick became the brightest light. Wusheng looked at the light indifferently, straightened up silently, his hands down, and stood quietly, as if he had given up the game.

But the next moment, the light that had been invincible just now suddenly dimmed......

Zhang Yue closed her black and white pupils and said, "Hua Qingya lost." ”

As the words fell, the wound on Hua Qingya's chest gushed out hot blood, splashing Wusheng's body. He held his stick high, and blood kept dripping from his mouth, even if he pursed his mouth and tried to hold back, the blood still flowed from between his teeth and lips, more and more, staining a large part of his clothes red.

Hua Qingya opened her mouth and muttered, "It's just a little bit." ”

After saying that, he fell, but he never let go of the Bodhi stick in his hand.

Wusheng took a deep breath, then exhaled violently, and there was a burst of explosions on his body, and in an instant, he became a bloody man, standing upright. At this moment, he was Shura who had just been bathed in blood, and the smell of evil mixed with blood made everyone present fall into the ice cellar, feeling cold from the bottom of his heart.

"What's going on? Soon is it just a little bit close? Why did you lose? ”

"Nope! This can't be, how could our Qingya brother lose to that wild man! ”

"Shady! There is definitely a shady scene! ”

"My Brother ...... Sprouts"

The anger that was suppressed by the cold was vented in a deformed way, and the fans scolded angrily, they didn't dare to scold that Shura, so they poured their anger on the alliance and God.

Wusheng couldn't care about this, he was waiting for the host to announce the results of the game. In this battle, he was not easy, it seemed that he had the overall situation, but his injuries were not much weaker than Hua Qingya. Hua Qingya's final outburst was something he didn't expect, and he took almost all the bones of his body to withstand this wave of attacks, and now he can stand, really relying on his heroic righteousness.

In the end, of course, the result was the final victory of lifelessness. He ignored the angry scolding, calmly walked out of the ring, and then fell in front of little Lori.

"Hey, it's so fragrant, damn it, I'm so hungry, no, no, go back and enjoy it again!" Little Lori swallowed her saliva vigorously, her eyes lit up, dripping and turning, but she couldn't turn her eyes away from her lifeless body. Her small body, but with unimaginable strength, she just carried Wusheng and walked upside down, which made people tremble.

Zhang Yue resisted the urge to open the black and white pupils to observe this little Lori, and on that small back, he felt a threat that was even more terrible than lifeless.

Looking at it in a daze, Yan Xi suddenly asked, "Do you still think you are sure to win Hua Qingya?" ”

Zhang Yue came back to her senses and glanced at the flower green buds that were carried away, the hands that were already weak were still holding the Bodhi stick, Zhang Yue smiled bitterly, "No." ”

"You are proud, Jingji is famous, but this is not for you to be proud of, it is for you to protect, so you should be humble. There is no weakness among the aliens, and anyone can capsize in the gutter, understand? Yan Xi said.

"It's always strange when these words come out of your mouth." Zhang Yue said.

Yan Xi frowned, "Why?" ”

Zhang Yue smiled: "Do you really need to worry about the overturned boat in the gutter?" ”

"Hey, that makes sense, when did you become so talkative?" Yan Xi calmly accepted Zhang Yue's praise and gave a thumbs up.

Seeing that the two finally had the intention of ending the topic, the nurse, who had been holding back for a long time, interjected and said to Zhang Yue: "If you have time to chat, you might as well think about your game for a while." People who are famous on the list, be careful. ”

Zhang Yue nodded, looked at the schedule, and there were still two more games for him.

Impermanence, Bai Shusheng, fifteen on the list.

This is the strongest person Zhang Yue has met at present, whether he can win the game, Zhang Yue himself has every bottom in his heart, especially after seeing the game just now, he doesn't dare to underestimate the people who participate here. Zhang Yue had to admit that after staying in the mirror division for a long time, his vision was also higher. And this has never been his style, he prefers to look at people from a high place, neither high nor low, just right.

Zhang Yue put down her mobile phone, leaned on the back of the chair and closed her eyes to recuperate, quietly waiting for the host to read her name.

The two matches went on very quickly, and in the broken ring, they still presented a wonderful confrontation for the audience, but compared to the next match, they seemed to be inferior. When the host called Zhang Yue's name, all eyes focused on this teenager who was still pretending to sleep.

There is support and encouragement, but also hatred and murder, the complicated eyes have become floating clouds in front of Zhang Yue's squinting eyes, no one can peek into the secrets hidden in his eyes, and no one knows whether what he sees now is real or illusory in his dreams.