Endless three-colored light, rising sun spiritual fire, terrifying power of life and death, and incomparably sharp sword intent erupted in the sky. The light swallowed everything, and the figures of Mo Li and Bai Qianleng disappeared in this ray of light.

Swish!

The figure of the middle-aged man disappeared in place, and suddenly appeared on the side of the arena.

He raised his right hand lightly and shook it slightly, and the space seemed to freeze, forming four imperceptible walls of space, blocking the entire arena.

The terrifying impact swept out, impacting the wall of this space, but it could not break through.

The middle-aged man finally made a move to avoid any impact on the rest of the two of them. Because he knew very well that if this shock was allowed to spread, no one in the field would be spared.

Even he was slightly surprised when he felt the fluctuation sensation of this impact on his spatial power.

This fluctuation has completely exceeded the scope of Nirvana One Heaven, and even the powerhouses of Nirvana Two Heavens are extremely difficult to stop.

After Nirvana, the gap between each heavy heaven was really like a gap of one sky, so the strength of the two made him a little surprised.

However, although he was surprised, the battle between the two was still just a small fight in his eyes, and if he wanted to, he could wave his hand to shoot the battle fluctuations caused by the two to nothingness.

At the same time, the middle-aged man also looked at the arena with the same curiosity as everyone else, wanting to know what the outcome of this final blow would be, after all, this was a battle of names that represented the strongest genius in the Eastern Regions. Mo Lisheng, it will be a rising sun, trampling all the geniuses under his feet, and if it is a hundred thousand cold wins, then he will defend his first name, and he will still be the unshakable king.

I don't know how long it took, the light on the arena gradually weakened, and the terrifying aura in it was also slowly weakening.

The middle-aged man's right hand slowly lowered and returned to the old man's back, and at the same time, the four walls of space that blocked the arena also disappeared.

The eyes widened and they looked nervously at the fading light, trying to find the two figures.

As the light became weaker and weaker, two figures faintly appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Young Sect Master......"

"Senior brother!"

The hearts of the many disciples of the Wind Thunder Pavilion and the Limeng jumped, and they were so nervous that they secretly swallowed their saliva.

The people of the Wind Thunder Pavilion and the people who left the alliance outside the light curtain were also silent at this time

, extremely nervous.

No one dares to say who will win, no one can be sure because both are so powerful. Even the people of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, who had always been extremely confident in Bai Qianleng's strength, had completely thrown away the contempt in their hearts after seeing this battle.

They had to admit that this young sect master who had left the alliance was the only one in the Eastern Regions who could compete with Bai Qian Leng, and even had a victory.

Because of Mo Li's age, because of the sword intent.

Mo Li can master the power of life and death when he breaks through the Nirvana realm, but the possibility of Bai Qianleng comprehending the sword intent is close to zero, which is the biggest gap between the two.

Finally, the light completely dissipated.

Mo Li and Bai Qianleng were far away, looking at each other calmly.

The two of them were in rags, and their whole bodies were completely soaked with blood, and the astonishing amount of blood formed a pool of blood at the feet of the two people, making people wonder if there was enough blood in their bodies to maintain their lives.

"Who...... Who...... Win?"

Under the arena, a genius swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and looked at the two people on the stage without any sound with his eyes shaken.

If it weren't for the residual breath of life on the two of them still tenaciously emanating, everyone would probably think that these two people were dead.

Chen Yun clenched his fists and involuntarily took a step forward. He didn't know who would win or who would lose, so he was even more anxious.

Li Motian's heart was beating straight, and his gaze was extremely complicated.

Now he doesn't care about Mo Li's victory or defeat in his heart, he only hopes that Mo Li won't leave any sequelae after this battle.

At this point, no one who left the alliance was suspicious of Mo Li. They knew that Mo Li would fight so hard to leave the alliance, and he would push himself on the cusp of the storm.

Mo Li really regarded the departure of the alliance as an important thing for himself, because of Ji Changkong, because of his mother, and because of the Ji family.

At this moment, there were exclamations in the field.

On the battlefield, Mo Li's figure flickered, his legs were weak, and he knelt directly on the ground, and began to gasp for breath.

As he gasped for air, blood kept coming out of his mouth.

"Young Sect Master!"

The body of the people who left the alliance was shocked, and they all walked forward quickly, stopping under the arena.

Although they really wanted to come to power, the old man of Tianji Pavilion didn't speak, they didn't dare

Make a move.

Mo Li raised his hand slightly and stopped a few people.

But it was this simple action that made Mo Li's whole body tremble, and severe pain invaded his mind.

It was too tiring to kneel, Mo Li simply sat on the ground without any image, his long messy hair hid his face, and everyone could only see his undulating chest.

"Senior Brother Bai has won!"

Many disciples of the Wind Thunder Pavilion looked ecstatic on their faces, looking at the figure standing with their heads held high in adoration.

Mo Li had already sat down, and he had no combat power, so he naturally won by standing Bai Qianleng.

Everyone glanced at each other, and sure enough, Bai Qianleng was slightly better.

A trace of disappointment flashed in the eyes of everyone who left the alliance, but there was no uncomfortable feeling in their hearts, as long as Mo Li had nothing to do, what if he was not the first, Mo Li no longer needed to win the first place to improve the prestige of the alliance, because as long as he was there, the younger generation of the alliance was the strongest!

"Alas......"

For some reason, Moon Spirit sighed.

The old man and the middle-aged man boarded the arena, glanced at Bai Qianleng who was standing with his head held high, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Then the old man looked at the audience and said softly: "Mo Li's battle is a hundred thousand cold, and the winner is ......."

Everyone set their eyes on Bai Qianleng's body, and then their eyes fell on Mo Li with some regret, after all, Mo Li was only a little short of being able to defeat Bai Qianleng.

"Don't leave!"

Sure enough, Baiqian Leng is still the most ......

Wait a minute!

Everyone's hearts were suddenly shocked, their faces gradually became shocked, and they suddenly looked at the old man.

The winner they heard, was Mo Li?

The middle-aged man slowly walked in front of Bai Qianleng's body, and his voice fluctuated slightly: "Bai Qianleng's consciousness has been lost, so he is defeated." ”

He gently put his hand on Bai Qianleng's shoulder, and Bai Qianleng's body shook slightly, and he was about to fall down.

The middle-aged man's right hand waved slightly, and Bai Qianleng's body passed through the space, and gently landed in front of the disciple of the Wind Thunder Pavilion below the arena, still motionless.

The disciples of the Wind Thunder Pavilion looked over with trembling bodies, but saw that Bai Qianleng's pupils were dim and unfocused.

He was unconscious.

Even so, he stood with his head held high and never fell.

Even if he loses, he has to stand up and lose!

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