Under the white moonlight, the frenzied shouts spread far away, the two tenacious Xiaoqiang in the ring were still fighting, Mi Dou felt that his exhaustion, thirst, and pain were all numb, and his mind would be blank when he fell to the ground, he subconsciously wanted to open his eyes wide to prevent himself from fainting, and it took a while to remember that he was still fighting, and his sleepy brain and tired meridians had become the biggest enemy.

Fainting is losing, the two of them are already tired and numb, they are both fighting out the will beyond the limit, looking for opponents in the white moonlight, the cool night breeze in late autumn blows, making both of them feel cold, Yang Zhi has a lot of fat and has not felt too much, but Mi Dou was blown by the cold wind and got pimples.

The audience under the field is even more nervous, Mi Dou is a normal body type, and Yang Zhi, a big fat man, can withstand the cold in the late autumn night, if in normal times, this late autumn cool breeze is not worth mentioning to the Keling people, but they have been fighting for a day, and they will fight once when they recover a little divine thought, and they are extremely exhausted, and the lethality of this late autumn cool breeze is shown.

Mi Dou shrunk into a ball, his whole body was so cold that he could bear the pimple skin, Miss Yuedai looked distressed from the field, and she couldn't wait to rush up and hug Mi Dou in her warm arms, however, the battle between men was so bloody and heroic, although Miss Yuedai was unwilling to let Mi Dou bear it, she had to admit that the love in her heart was two more points.

Flowing clouds blew through the sky, covering the moonlight from time to time, every time the moon was covered by dark clouds, the two of them were in the dark, they couldn't find their opponents, only faintly heard the shouts of gambling from all directions, and there was an illusion as if in a dream.

Punch after punch, the simplest collision has the hardest will, most of the night passed, both of their consciousness fell into a half-awake and half-unconscious state of disorientation, only subconsciously hit the opponent, if the opponent is not completely defeated, he will never faint.

The elder who presided over the game was both excited and helpless, and there were hundreds of thousands of spectators gathered in his ring, which was something that every referee elder was proud of, but he was hungry, and the elder who presided over the No. 1 ring secretly complained, how long will these two little strong people on the stage last?

The night fog of late autumn shrouded in, the dew condensed in the hair, the night cold pierced the competition uniform, penetrated deep into Mi Dou's body, and bursts of pimple skin rose, which made Mi Dou sober up a little, grabbed Yang Zhi's fat head and punched it, the drowsy Yang Zhi was caught off guard, and failed to withdraw his hand to return Mi Dou's punch, and suffered a loss for the first time.

The hearts of the people in the audience who bought Yang Zhiying were pounding, cursing, wiping sweat, shouting and cheering, and the huge sound deafened people's ears.

However, Mi Dou's sobriety could not last long, and Yang Zhi gradually gained an advantage in the middle of the night with his thick fat, and both of them were stepping on the edge of the limit, and a little advantage could be infinitely expanded.

As the moon sank in the west, Mi Dou was chilling all over, and he had no strength to attack, but Yang Zhi had a lot of fat, and slowly accumulated an advantage, and began to attack Mi Dou again and again, and the heavy fists hit Mi Dou's face, hit Mi Dou's back, and hit Mi Dou's thighs, wanting to defeat Mi Dou's last will.

Mi Dou still has a long way to go, can't be in the first step can't take over, every time the pain blooms on the body, Mi Dou will inspire a little limit, his mind is about to blur, but he knows very well that as long as he stays up and stays up until the sun rises, Yang Zhi's advantage in the late autumn night wind will disappear.

Again and again, the fist bloomed on the face, and the rice bucket was like a dull sandbag, not making any sound, as long as he struggled tenaciously and tenaciously, and stood up on the edge of being defeated again and again.

Finally, the bright moon sank in the west, the eastern sky revealed the white belly of the fish, and the time had gone to the next morning, not to mention the two people on the stage, even the audience gamblers in the audience were sleepy, many voices were hoarse, the whole square was much quieter, and everyone looked at the stage listlessly.

All the contestants have gone back to rest, ready to strive for better results in today's competition, now the most difficult is the organizer Qingshanmen, as a rule, the third round of knockout will be held today, but the two Xiaoqiang on the stage are still holding strong, the second round is not over, how can the third game be held?

The principals of Qingshanmen were at a loss, so they had to consult with the principals of the various sects, and unanimously passed a decision to make an exception for this once-in-a-century battle, and the third round of the knockout round was postponed by one day, and there was only one competition in this ring today.

What an honor this is! In the history of the Guangnan Conference, there has never been a time before, for the sake of two people to postpone the knockout round, even if He Mingxin and his ilk, no matter how strong they are, they are still members of the rules in the conference, and they will not make an exception to postpone the knockout round for a day.

After the decision was announced, each sect called its participating disciples back, and the elder pointed to the two people on the stage and instructed the disciples, "Look at others, think about yourself, aren't you ashamed?"

He is not a little strong, he can be as resolute as the two people on the stage, the young man in Dafu doesn't say anything, but he admires the two people on the stage very much in his heart, this kind of superhuman willpower is often more touching than super strength.

The elder who presided over the game walked around the two people on the stage, like a dead pig here, and a sluggish expression on that side, and many impatient people in the audience shouted, fainted!

Exhausted to the limit, sleepy to the limit, numb to the limit, the two can't even perceive each other, only the huge obsession continues tenaciously, neither of them has the strength to move another finger, lying in place motionless, struggling hard not to faint.

The aura is still there, and he hasn't fainted yet, and the elder who presided over the game is very dutiful.

The red sun rose, rising higher and higher, the sun became more and more intense, the two of them had long been dehydrated, and they couldn't sweat, the temperature brought by the fierce sunlight was accumulating higher and higher in the body, and no sweat volatilized to dissipate the heat, and the two people who were struggling on the edge of the cliff of collapse became more and more painful.

In the late autumn night wind, the cold rice bucket survived, Yang Zhi failed to defeat the rice bucket when he had the advantage of the day, the feng shui took turns, and the rice bucket that suffered the first loss has now begun to enter the stage of advantage.

The body temperature rose higher and higher, Yang Zhi's fat hindered the temperature emission, in the scorching sunlight of late autumn, his face was flushed, as if he was in a furnace, so hot that the whole person was about to burn, the pain was raging in the body that was about to collapse, Mi Dou was no better, the soapy competition clothes were hot in the sun, and his whole head was about to be burned off.

There are also experienced people in the audience, knowing that the two have reached the edge of the extreme, the body temperature is rising higher and higher, and they can burn all their will, this thrilling battle has come to the most critical moment!

Hold on! Hold on! The people who bought Yang Zhiying began to get worried, and the people who bought Mi Dou to win began to ecstasy, Yang Zhi was big and fat, and his body temperature rose quickly, which was much more dangerous than Mi Dou.

Sure enough, the blood in the entire body seemed to be boiling, and the last trace of Yang Zhi's consciousness was destroyed by the high body temperature, and the fat man couldn't even snort, and fainted directly.

Mi Dou survived the cold night, but Yang Zhi couldn't survive the sun, so, Mi Dou, won the hard-won victory!

The audience suddenly boiled, the people who bought Mi Dou Sheng cheered wildly, the people who bought Yang Zhisheng sighed badly, and the elder who presided over the game breathed a sigh of relief and announced, "No. 1, Mi Dou, win!"

Before the voice fell, the two figures in the audience pounced up, the sect master of Buyun Sect picked up Mi Dou, as if he had picked up hot charcoal, and the sect master of Buyun Sect hurriedly blew the cool air flow to help Mi Dou lower his body temperature.

Hey! The sect master of Buyun Sect let out a complicated sigh, the burden on this young man's shoulders was too heavy, he gently knocked Mi Dou unconscious, and with the support of a group of elders and disciples in Bazhou, he rushed to the resting place, and now, even Lei Banzhou, who had a great grudge against Mi Dou, let go of the mustard in his heart, there was such a person in Bazhou, they all felt very honored!

Mi Dou is the Nirvana period, Yang Zhi is the foundation period, buy Yang Zhisheng naturally a few percent, Miss Yue Dai won one hundred and eighteen lower grade ten fire soul stones, but the whole person is still depressed, and he feels very distressed about Mi Dou.

In the middle of the night, the elders of Miaoyinzhuang came to urge her to go back to rest, she stubbornly refused to leave, and chanted a spell to the stage with her eyes, to faint the hateful fat man, her throat was thirsty, and she kept chanting the incantation in a hoarse voice, and the people next to her sighed together, this big beauty is not a super little money fan?

I don't know how long it took, Mi Dou was in a daze in his dream, he dreamed that he was sitting at his desk, raising his pen to paint with a solemn expression, the hollow white gauze window blocked the soft light, in the cool room of the late autumn night, Miss Yuedai gently grinded, looking at the elegant ink line under Mi Dou's pen, a big beauty who captivated the country and the city jumped on the paper, it was Yu Dong'er, the master of the Shashui Palace......

Suddenly, there was a noise, Mi Dou suddenly woke up from his dream, it was already night, Mi Dou lifted the quilt, his whole body was sore, and his head ached, did I win?

Mi Dou frowned and pushed the door open, looking down from the second floor, the courtyard was noisy, the Tie Elder of Wuyang Temple twisted a person, this person was full of red, rolling and struggling on the ground, but he couldn't escape the hands of this strong man in the Cangyuan Period, and a large number of Qingshanmen security elders came from all directions.

It turned out that this person who was twisted staked his whole belongings to buy Yang Zhisheng, how could a person in the Nirvana period fight past the Panji period? He thought that Yang Zhi was hiding his strength, so he pressed down all his belongings, and he was sure to make a big profit, but unexpectedly, in the end, Mi Dou was slightly better, he lost all his money, and the whole person was crazy, holding a grudge against Yang Zhi and Mi Dou, and vowed to take revenge!

Taking advantage of the night, people lowered their vigilance, he rushed into Yang Zhi's room to kill the sleeping Yang Zhi, and quickly fled to the residence of Bazhou, ready to poison Mi Dou again, but was stopped by the sect master of Buyun Sect when he found something wrong, and the fight between the two alarmed everyone, and the strong man of the Cangyuan period of Wuyang Temple next door rushed to subdue him.

After Mi Dou learned that he had won, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and when he heard that Yang Zhi had been killed in retaliation, his heart became heavy again, if this person chose to take revenge on himself first, then it was himself who died.

More and more people came around, Yang Zhi's master came tremblingly, the poor old man's beard was all open, his eyes were about to explode, and when he saw the enemy who was twisted on the ground, his face was full of tears, and he hissed and kicked the twisted person, until the head was broken and bleeding, and his eyes were still resentful and vicious like snakes, which looked extremely terrifying.

The people of the four first-class sects all rushed over to discuss the issue of the verdict together, and the murder paid for their lives, and the four sects all agreed on their opinions, and they didn't need to report to the town officials, and directly let Master Yang Zhi kill the enemy.

The sword flashed, the blood of the big peng gushed out, a good human head flew out, and the dead stared at the gambler's resentful eyes, and the people around shook their heads and sighed, some scolded, some disdainful, but there was no sympathy, and then, they all dispersed.

Mi Dou's head ached faintly, he watched everything silently, and the alarm bell sounded in his heart, it turned out that the comfortable mansion was not 100% safe, and where there was desire, there would inevitably be ...... Bloody!