A smile appeared on the corner of Nangong Bo's mouth, he finally won a chance for himself with his fierce and fearless style of play, since the result of fighting in the case of losing the opportunity is inevitable failure, it is better to fight with the other party like this, maybe with his family's mastery of mixed yuan, there will be a chance to win.

Although the previous fighting style had consumed a lot of his True Yuan, Nangong Bo still won a chance to turn defeat into victory for himself after all, as long as the opponent's Wuji Divine Skill was not as mellow as his Mixed Yuan Skill, then he had a hope of winning.

Li Xiaoyao's expression became a little hideous, and the eldest young master of the Nangong family, who was regarded by himself as a weak character, actually showed courage and determination that were completely beyond his expectations. In the case that as long as he struggled, he would definitely win easily, but he was won by his opponent with desperate courage.

"It seems that I still underestimate him a little. ”

A trace of regret flashed in Li Xiaoyao's heart, but it was quickly replaced by a strong killing intent.

"Since Nangong Bo wants to die, then I will fulfill him. ”

Li Xiaoyao kept urging his Wuji Divine Skill, not to mention that Nangong Bo's previous style of play consumed more True Yuan than him, even if it was a tie, Li Xiaoyao was confident that he would kill the opponent in this True Yuan contest.

None of the spectators expected that the battle would suddenly take a sharp turn and turn into a direct contest between the two sides.

The battle of the true yuan is very dangerous, it is easy to cause death and injury, once the winner is decided, it often means that there is a person's meridians and internal organs have been severely damaged. Although there are top masters like Master Huiming pressing the formation, it is difficult to rescue the losers in time under the impact of the opponent's powerful and direct True Yuan.

Everyone stared intently at the two people who were facing each other in the field, both of them were the young masters of the dominant side, and once there were casualties, the consequences would definitely be extraordinary.

Nangong Xia's forehead and the bridge of his nose were full of big drops of sweat, and he had repeatedly told his son Nangong Bo not to care too much about the victory or defeat in advance, but he didn't expect this duel to develop to the point of the most dangerous competition for Zhenyuan.

Nangong Xia didn't understand, why Nangong Bo, who had been sensible and obedient since childhood, suddenly adopted such a desperate style of play, for such a clearance diagram, is it worth fighting for his life and the future of the family?

At this point, once one of the two of them loses his true element, he will immediately be attacked by the other party's surging true element, and under such a violent and powerful direct impact, the meridians and internal organs of the defeated person will be severely damaged in an instant because they can't withstand the strong impact.

Nangong Xia no longer cares about the outcome of this duel now, he just hopes that his son will not be hurt too much because of this.

Master Huiming and Shi Ziling also had solemn faces, and Nangong Bo, who looked steady and dignified, suddenly subverted everyone's impressions, and his fighting style did win him the opportunity to compete with the other party for Zhenyuan. It's just that in the eyes of Master Huiming and Shi Ziling, Nangong Bo still has little chance.

Li Xiaoyao easily seized the opportunity from the beginning, and then never gave Nangong Bo a chance to turn the tables. Although Nangong Bo did not hesitate to rely on the lose-lose style of play to save the decline, he also consumed a large amount of true yuan, and now he is more active in the dangerous situation of the real yuan competition. Judging from the strength that the two of them have shown so far, Li Xiaoyao's victory should be expected.

It's just that the Zhenyuan competition is extremely dangerous, unless Nangong Bo takes the initiative to admit defeat early, otherwise once he loses because of Zhenyuan, he is likely to be hit hard or even die on the spot.

Unless Master Huiming and Shi Ziling separated the two before they were decided, it would be difficult to rescue the defeated person in time before he was injured.

Of course, Nangong Bo understood his situation, and competing for Zhenyuan meant that he might pay the price of his life, although he knew that his chances were not great, he still resolutely decided to give it a try.

Since he was a child, he has always been a sensible and obedient good boy, in order to inherit the huge family business, for the well-being of the people of the southern Li people, he has been doing what a young family master of the Nangong family and a city guard should do.

It's just that, for some reason, he's still a little tired of it. He always wanted to walk around while doing business like his father did when he was younger, go wherever he wanted, make like-minded friends at will, and challenge anyone he wanted to challenge.

These are the ways of survival that he has always longed for in his heart, and they are also the source of motivation for him to continue to study martial arts.

Nangong Bo actually doesn't care too much about his own illustration of "Nine Yuan Customs Clearance", it is only one of the nine illustrations, even if he collects nine illustrations, he may not be able to become an immortal and a Buddha as in the legend.

But he really wanted to defeat Li Xiaoyao. Although the imperial court was corrupt and chaotic, if it weren't for the Li family's wanton recruitment in the west and their ambition to establish themselves as kings, they would not have endangered themselves as they are now.

Although Nangong Bo has always been dominant in the south, he has never had the ambition and attempt to annex the world, and those who vainly try to set off years of war for their own selfish interests are not worthy of respect in his opinion, no matter how high their martial arts are, and how strong they are.

"Li Xiaoyao in front of him should be such a person!"

Nangong Bo has a deep disgust and disgust for Li Xiaoyao and the Tongtian Sect behind him from the bottom of his heart.

"We must fight him to the death, even if both are defeated, we will never let him leave the southern realm easily. This is the attention that Nangong Bo has made up his mind for.

Li Xiaoyao urged Wuji Divine Skill again and again to exert pressure on Nangong Bo in front of him, but he was never able to crush the other party. There were a few times when Nangong Bo had clearly felt signs of weakness, but he was still forced down by him.

On the other hand, although Nangong Bo's Mixed Yuan Gong is not as strong and fierce as Wuji Divine Skill, it is always continuous and full of toughness, and occasionally when Li Xiaoyao's True Yuan is turned and accumulated, the Mixed Yuan Gong will burst out with a powerful attack power, causing a strong impact on Li Xiaoyao's meridians.

With the passage of time, although I could feel that Nangong Xia's true yuan was gradually weakening and was slowly on the defensive, every time Li Xiaoyao relaxed a little and wanted to make a slight adjustment, he would be attacked by Nangong Bo Mixed Yuan Gong's ferocious counterattack.

Li Xiaoyao's heart gradually became anxious, if it dragged on like this, he didn't know when Nangong Bo would collapse, and his own true yuan was about to be consumed.

A cloud of mist had already risen on the heads and bodies of the two of them, which was a symbol of the rapid consumption of the true yuan of the two, and Nangong Bo's head was even more bruised, his round eyes were full of bloodshots, and his teeth were clenched and his distorted face could not be seen at all in the appearance of the gentle and generous city guard on his usual face.

Looking at Nangong Bo in front of him with a look of fighting to the end and never giving up, Li Xiaoyao felt a little helpless in his heart. Although he is sure that he can last longer than Nangong Bo, but if he fights to this point, even if Nangong Bo dies on the spot, Li Xiaoyao will probably be greatly injured.

"I really didn't expect that this Nangong Bo would be so tenacious, and he could still support it until now after consuming a large amount of True Yuan first. Li Xiaoyao secretly complained in his heart.

Nangong Xia, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, stared at the crumbling Nangong Bo, his lips trembled slightly, and he had mixed feelings in his heart. Others don't know, but he clearly knows that Nangong Bo has already reached the limit of what his Mixed Yuan Gong can support.

Nangong Xia wanted to step forward and take the initiative to admit defeat for his son, but he understood that the consequences of doing so would leave an indelible shadow in his son's heart, and it was also in vain for his son's efforts to fight to the end.

But if they are allowed to confront each other like this, I am afraid that soon Nangong Bo will run out of oil and die under Li Xiaoyao's hands.

Nangong Xia was full of anxiety in her heart, not only proud of Nangong Bo's tenacity and unyielding, but also deeply worried about his safety.

Finally, after surviving another round of attacks by Li Xiaoyao's powerful True Yuan, Nangong Bo suddenly felt the blood in his chest surge, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Li Xiaoyao was overjoyed, slightly tilted his head to avoid the blood rain spewed out by Nangong Bo, and was about to use his strength to kill him under the palm of his hand, when Shi Ziling and Master Huiming both rushed over.

Shi Ziling pulled Nangong Bo's body away, and sealed several major points on his chest with his fingers like the wind, and at the same time held Nangong Bo's Lao Gong acupoint, losing his own true yuan.

At the same time, Master Huiming's long sleeves had covered Li Xiaoyao's palms, dissolving his surging palm power into invisibility, and reciting the Buddha's name in his mouth: "Amitabha, since Master Li has already won, why bother to kill them all, good and good." ”

Although Li Xiaoyao won, he was already exhausted, Zhenyuan was almost exhausted, and he had no strength left to kill Nangong Boli directly on the spot. Although he was a pity in his heart, he also had to admire Nangong Bo's courage and tenacity.

He turned to Nangong Xia and smiled: "The young master of Nangong really lives up to his reputation, and he won by luck, and he finally lived up to his father's trust." The twenty-year agreement should be considered a successful completion. ”

Nangong Xia stepped forward quickly, quickly took out a bag from his arms without saying a word and handed it to Li Xiaoyao, and then went straight to Nangong Bo to check his injuries.

Li Xiaoyao took the bag, immediately returned to his dozen or so entourage, took out the pieces of paper in the bag and carefully examined it, and after checking that it was correct, he put the bag away closely, and hurried down the mountain with his entourage.

Shi Ziling and Master Huiming had long seen that Nangong Bo had been defeated, but they didn't expect him to be able to support it for so long before he was defeated. In fact, Li Xiaoyao is already at the end of his strong crossbow, if Nangong Bo can hold on a little longer, he may be able to get a draw, and the two of them are not only sorry for Nangong Bo, but also admire his perseverance and courage.

After seeing Nangong Bo vomiting blood and being defeated, Shi Ziling immediately stepped forward to pull him away from Li Xiaoyao's palm power and sealed the acupuncture channel for him to stop his qi and blood from surging. Then he grabbed Nangong Bo's hand and sent a stream of True Yuan to Nangong Bo from the Lao Gong Acupoint to support his body, which was already seriously overdrawn.

Since Nangong Bo knew that he had been defeated, he no longer held on, and immediately sat down cross-legged and began to exercise and breathe.

Shi Ziling untied his acupoint, and used Zhenyuan to help him run for another week, and only after making sure that Nangong Bo was able to breathe on his own before he stopped and stood up.