Chapter 162: The Battle of the Draw (Gift)

There is no inspiration today, so much more for the time being, and strive for a more chapter before twelve o'clock.

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The incomparably dazzling light pierced the strong people present who could hardly open their eyes, and some people even wiped the tears burned by the robbed light, while slightly blocking the strong light with their hands to watch. Within the strong light, the wind and clouds surged, and countless energy turbulence rushed to roll, even if the newcomer to the Holy White Wing powerhouse was caught in it, it would be torn to pieces by the turbulence in an instant.

The strong light lasted for a quarter of an hour, before it weakened slightly, and everyone hurriedly focused their eyes on it, only to see that the two figures still maintained the posture at the moment of collision, Mo Yan swung his sword and slashed, about one-third of the way from the tip of the sword, it was blocked by a golden barefoot in the air, it seemed that the two were evenly matched, and they were evenly divided.

However, before the person who had such an idea could burn it, he saw the giant sword in Mo Yan's hand turn into countless small streamers, and then vanished. The giant sword in his hand disappeared, Mo Yan finally couldn't support it, bent his knees and half-knelt, and then fell to the ground, twitching all over.

Seeing Mo Yan to the end, Hua Wushuang, who was tightly frowning, was overjoyed, and was just about to say something to ridicule Cangyue, but he saw Hu Bing squirting a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backwards as if he had been hit by a heavy object, like a kite with a broken string, and slid on the ground for nearly ten meters before stopping.

Struggling to stand up, he had no choice but to sit on the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood, Hu Bing said helplessly: "I lose this battle"

"I cough cough cough and lose. ”

Mo Yan threw himself on the ground, his white robe was already stained, and he was holding his body strongly, and Mo Yan actually admitted defeat. The two admitting defeats at the same time surprised the onlookers, and Mo Yan admitted defeat because he was indeed the most seriously injured and had no strength to fight again. And Hu Bing is because of his previous promise, so it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat for a while.

Hua Wushuang, whose complexion became extremely gloomy with Hu Bing's admission of defeat, snorted coldly, and said with a smile: "Since both of them have admitted defeat, let's count it as a draw, what does Cangyue Xuemei think?"

With a wave of Cangyue Yu's hand, a purple halo instantly hit Mo Yan's body, and the sluggish look on the latter's face finally improved with the help of this purple light. After doing this, a cold light crossed Cangyue's pretty face, glanced at Hua Wushuang, and did not speak, which was regarded as a tacit acquiescence to his mention.

"Since Senior Sister Cangyue has no opinion, then go on, Red Ghost, don't overdo it!" Hua Wushuang didn't show the slightest embarrassment because of Cangyue's indifference, and ordered without turning his head. (To be continued......)