Qi Siliu's influence is not low, coupled with the promotion of the martial artists of the Tianqi Empire, the entire audience of martial artists suddenly sounded in support of Mo Ran's continued participation in the war.

Zhou Feng's heart sank suddenly, although he mustered up the courage to say this, he knew better than anyone that the chances of preventing Mo Ran from continuing to participate in the war like this were very low!

But even so, he must fight so reasonably, although it is not glorious, but as long as he obtains the position of the young king, these will quickly disappear, who will remember what means he used?

But if he doesn't succeed, he is likely to fall into a place of no return. The consequences are so serious that it is likely to make his reputation as a young genius disgraced, and he will never be able to raise his head again.

Huang Qingfeng listened to Qi Siliu's words, nodded slightly, and said, "What the Seventh Princess said also makes sense. ”

Huang Qingfeng immediately looked at Zhou Feng and said, "What argument do you have for the statement of the seventh princess?"

"I'm ......!" Zhou Feng was suddenly shocked, how could he dare to refute the words of the seventh princess of the Tianqi Empire, but now that Huang Qingfeng asked him, he couldn't help but speak, and he couldn't say that he didn't refute, otherwise, Mo Ran could directly go and argue with him!

At such a tense moment, Zhou Feng held his composure, kept his eyes on no one and said slowly: "Anyone's rebuttal, the juniors admit that they are polite, but this is not a debate, the juniors are just in accordance with the rules of the Seven Kingdoms Debate! Mo Ran has already lost according to the rules, this is an undeniable thing! As for how the seniors and others identify, how to deal with it, how to decide, the juniors are... No objections!"

Zhou Feng's words threw the focus of the contradiction to Huang Qingfeng again, and he laughed admiringly, this kid is smart!

Huang Qingfeng looked at Mo Ran again, and Mo Ran also bowed his hand, saying: "All are subject to the disposal of the seniors!"

At this time, the sound of the desolate night echoed in the ears of the desolate breeze, and he thought for a moment, and couldn't help nodding his head to say yes!

Immediately, he took a step forward and walked between Mo Ran and Zhou Feng, his eyes swept the audience, and the rolling voice spread to every corner of the battle rooftop: "After the decision of the Heavenly Desolate Empire!

The desolate wind paused slightly.

Immediately, everyone's heartstrings were tugged at by it.

Especially Mo Ran and Zhou Feng, their hearts were beating wildly, and they were extremely nervous, the two glanced at each other, and quickly looked away.

“...... Mo Ran can continue to fight!"

Boom!

Zhou Feng's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and there was only one thought in his mind, it's over!

On the other hand, Mo Ran broke out in a cold sweat and breathed a sigh of relief.

The spectators also cheered. Qi Siliu nodded with satisfaction.

"But ..."

Huang Qing suddenly said: "The Heavenly Desolate Empire is unwilling to let a genius be buried, Mo Ran can continue to participate in the war! However, what Zhou Feng said is indeed reasonable, and letting Mo Ran participate in the war has indeed sabotaged the Seven Kingdoms Debate that has been held for dozens of sessions to a certain extent! Therefore, Mo Ran has to be re-suppressed to participate in the battle as the eightfold Yunyuan Realm!"

There was another uproar in the spectator seats!

Ling Yunluo smiled and said, "This is fair and tight!"

Zhou Feng suddenly grabbed a straw like a person who was about to be drowned, and his eyes suddenly flashed again, under the same realm, why should he Zhou Feng be afraid of others?

Although Mo Ran's heart tightened, he was slowly relieved, this move was indeed very fair, he had nothing to say, and he should no longer have objections!

Huang Qingfeng continued: "If the two participants have no objections, please go to the battle platform!"

Huang Qingfeng immediately enveloped Mo Ran with a Yuan Force in his hand, and with his Xuanyuan Realm cultivation, he sealed a martial artist who had just broken through to the Nine Folds of the Yunyuan Realm, it was not easy! After a while, he withdrew his gaze.

Mo Ran was in a trance for a while, and the surging power just now really dissipated a lot, and it was no different from when he had just stepped onto the main battle platform. Mo Ran couldn't help but glance at the desolate wind with respect.

Zhou Feng and Mo Ran glanced at each other, and the two of them immediately flew to the second battle platform.

Qin Heng also nodded and signaled, and the two also left the main battle platform.

A turmoil has finally calmed down! Everyone's hearts have also been relaxed, and now they can only wait for the results!

Qin Heng can be said to have no suspense in the battle against the desolate, and the winner can be determined by just using the number of combinations, but Qin Heng is very gentlemanly and does not hurt the desolate.

Qin Yueli was overjoyed and said: "Brother Heng! Now, my Tianqin is the first in the Middle Empire to win two games in a row!"

Qin Yueli looked at the desolate court very proudly.

Huang Guting smiled and said, "Congratulations! I wish Tian Qin to become the head of the medium empire!"

Qin Yueli was very happy to hear this: "You are the prince of the Heavenly Desolate Empire, no wonder your father doesn't like you so much, if he hears what you say, he won't break your legs." Huh, you unfilial son!"

Huang Guting shook his head and smiled, but did not speak.

Qin Yueli suddenly said again: "The next game will be sixteen years old!

Huang Guting smiled slightly and said, "Are you worried that I won't be able to win?"

"Phew!" Qin Yueli took a sip and snorted, "I'm worried that you will lose too badly!"

"Then borrow your auspicious words!" Huang Guting smiled: "If I meet someone from Tianqin for a while, I will definitely show mercy!"

"Hmph!" Qin Yueli snorted coldly, did not speak, but was very happy in his heart, for a while, he would tell the martial artists of Tianqin to fight, if they met the Deserted Lonely Court, they would directly admit defeat. I can't win anyway.

"Hey, you say, Mo Ran or Zhou Feng, who can win?" Qin Yueli said as she looked at the two people on the stage who were fighting fiercely.

Huang Guting smiled: "Half a catty and eight taels, but Mo Ran's chances of winning are a little bigger!"

"Why?!" Qin Yueli was puzzled: "Now Zhou Feng seems to have the upper hand slightly, and he has faintly suppressed Mo Ran. ”

Huang Guting said lightly: "After what happened just now, Zhou Feng did not allow himself to fail, so Zhou Feng was anxious to win, he held his breath in his heart, and as soon as he came up, he opened and closed, looking like he had to win, but Mo Ran is not easy to match, he is very arrogant in his heart, and he will not be intimidated by his momentum!

Qin Yueli said disappreciably: "What if Zhou Feng has no flaws! As long as he persists, the odds are very good!"

Huang Guting nodded and said, "There is indeed this possibility, it is still easy to make a move, but there is only one in ten thousand who can do this!"

On the battle platform, Zhou Feng had a ghost-headed long knife, swirling left and right and continuously slashing down towards Mo Ran, but the silver sword in Mo Ran's hand was blocked left and right, and every time it was able to dodge the sharpness of the knife.

Sure enough, Zhou Feng's mood had sunk to the extreme, and the power of the eightfold power of the Yunyuan Realm, the two of them were almost equal, but he really wanted to win, especially after what happened just now, if he didn't defeat Mo Ran, and then would he have a face to face him?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but increase the strength in his hand, the ghost head knife in his hand once again emitted yin and black energy, the terrifying air roared, his arm swung, and he changed direction again, and all the yuan force on his body was injected into it, he wanted to launch this strongest blow to decide the winner!

The ghost head big knife, the knife body is extremely dim, emitting dark clouds, and there is a grinning wind excited from the knife body, Zhou Feng's eyes are red, the yuan force is completely infused on the ghost head big knife, and the blood on his body slowly gushes out again to create a bloody killing aura, his face is extremely hideous, staring at Mo Ran, he wants to use this blow to hit his own road to the young king.

"Kill!

Zhou Feng held the big knife, and a black qi was attracted with it, and it roared out with his big knife. The surrounding air trembled, and a gust of cold wind swept towards Mo Ran.

The cold wind blew on Mo Ran's face, and a biting chill slowly hit, Mo Ran was shocked, he didn't expect Zhou Feng to use this kind of trick, which can be described as injuring a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred! Even if he defeats him, he will be seriously injured! But, obviously, the price of serious injury is also very low at Zhou Feng's eyes!

Mo Ran's heart was horizontal, and he secretly clenched the silver sword in his hand, and suddenly, the sword was sheng, and the sword light of several meters roared out, and the terrifying sword aura spread, enveloping the space of several meters in all directions, mighty and mighty, like a dragon out of the abyss, and Zhou Feng pressed the past.

Although Mo Ran was suppressed in the realm, the eightfold realm of the Yunyuan Realm could already release the power of eight hundred catties, coupled with the momentum bonus of the sword intent, the power of a thousand catties could be achieved at will.

He held a long sword and rushed towards Zhou Feng, Zhou Feng was overjoyed when he saw this, and the ghost-headed broadsword followed Mo Ran, and he also fought hard with him!

Ten meters, five meters, three meters!

The two are getting closer and closer,

In the end, there is only one meter left!

At this critical moment, Mo Ran changed his body sharply, kicked lightly under his feet, and turned sideways, sticking to Zhou Feng's ghost head broadsword and swept over the black qi!

Zhou Feng was shocked, he didn't expect that at such a close distance, Mo Ran could avoid it dangerously, which not only requires agility, but also requires the heart to be still and the heart is as careful as a hair! At the moment of life and death, it is really rare to have such a state of mind!

Everyone in the spectator table held their breath and stared wide, trying to see how the two were going to fight.

Huang Qingfeng also has Yuan Force in his hands, in case the two of them can't hold back, he has to try his best to rescue, after all, since ancient times, there has never been a death in battle in the Seven Kingdoms Debate, and at this time, there will be such a situation in the two Yun Yuan Realms, which is extremely rare! He must not let this kind of thing happen in the Heavenly Desolate Empire!

Mo Ran's mind was extremely nervous at this time, if he missed slightly, he might be buried under Zhou Feng's knife, he held his breath, Yuan Li surged again, and the long sword in his hand was picked, staggering Zhou Feng's big knife, but at this moment Zhou Feng had no choice but to watch the big sword being suppressed by the silver sword.

"Coffee! Coffee......

The sound of the sword slashing resounded in the sky, Zhou Feng's eyes were red but helpless, and when he finally turned around and slashed down again, it was too late.

Mo Ran's long sword swung out, the sword qi roared out, and the terrifying sword qi spread, enveloping the space where Zhou Feng was, mighty and mighty, like a dragon coming out of the abyss, and the turbidity of Zhou Feng's ghost head and big knife was all cut off by the sword intent!

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

Mo Ran had already taken the lead, his right hand was loosened, his left hand was holding the sword, and his backhand slashed diagonally at Zhou Feng's big knife, Zhou Feng turned around, how to dodge?

"Bang!" smashed far away under the battle platform, stirring up a wave of dust.

"Wow!" A sword roar sounded in Zhou Feng's ears, and it was three inches below Zhou Feng's ears.

Zhou Feng's hand hanging in the air froze suddenly, and the wound that had been scraped by the silver sword just now gurgled and surged, and blood flowed down his arm drop by drop.