The three of them have gone relatively smoothly along the way, and there are now twenty-five people left on the field, which means that there will be byes in the next game.

Everyone's hearts are full of hope, hoping that this kind of good luck will fall on them.

Of course, everyone here does not include Zhuohua.

As a woman who always has "thank you for your patronage" on the bottle cap, Zhuohua has no expectations for her luck at all.

The three of them walked over and drew lots, carefully unfolding the note in their hands.

Luo Yang squinted slightly, quietly squinted his eyes, and then sighed slightly.

Zhuohua looked at the note in his hand, revealing a look that was really like this.

"I ......"

"What's wrong?" Zhuohua tilted his head to look at Su Jinxuan, who was at a loss, and asked with concern.

"It looks like a bye." Su Jinxuan slowly unfolded the note in her hand as she spoke, and sure enough, the note was blank.

"Who's the bye?" The person at the Records Office asked in a loud voice.

The people on the field, you look at me, I look at you, are all curious about which person is so lucky.

"I ......" Su Jinxuan slowly raised her white hand, her voice faint.

Luo Yang glanced at her and replied loudly, "Here! ”

That's when the people at the record office saw it.

Under the envious gaze of everyone, Su Jinxuan swallowed her saliva uncomfortably.

The number of tables on the field has been reduced to two, and the smell of gunpowder smoke has gradually become stronger.

Zhuohua took a deep breath and looked at his opponent this time. After a few competitions, she finally saw a girl.

"Cao Ling." The girl smiled sweetly at Zhuohua.

It's so cute! Zhuohua's eyes were shining, she coughed, her face was silent, "Zhan Zhuohua." ”

After the two sides finished saluting, Cao Ling flipped over her hands and threw away a few charms.

Zhuo Hua unhurriedly drew a sword and scattered these charms.

For a while, the crackling sound on the field was non-stop.

As soon as she stabilized her body, a golden arrow also came to her. Zhuo Hua's footsteps moved, flashed sideways, and turned the light and spiritual power into arrows in return.

For a while, the clothes on the stage flew up, dazzling.

It seems that this is no longer a competition, but a shocking performance.

Zhuohua didn't notice it for a while, and was entangled in his ankle by Cao Ling's chain that was transformed by spiritual power.

Cao Ling stretched out her hand and suddenly tugged at it, and Zhuohua almost fell to the ground. She took out the twilight return, slashed it hard, and then attacked it.

Both men lashed out, trying to end the long fight.

"Come on!" Even though the scene was so chaotic, Zhuo Hua still heard Su Jinxuan's voice all of a sudden.

"Boom!" The two attacks collided violently, and there was a loud sound, which was less real than the smoke on the fighting ring.

When the smoke slowly cleared, everyone finally saw the situation on the field.

Cao Ling sat slumped on the ground, her hair sticking to her cheeks in embarrassment, and a bloodshot on the corner of her mouth.

Zhuohua, on the other hand, stood there straight, his hair floating in the breeze, as if he had not been harmed.

It's just that Su Jinxuan's sharp eyes found that Zhuohua's sleeves were dyed with a hint of red. She looked worriedly at Zhuohua, who pretended to be nothing.

As if sensing her eyes, Zhuohua handed her a reassuring smile. The other sleeve quietly covered the injured hand.

She never expected that when she struck the last blow, Cao Ling would quietly throw out a spell, and her attention was all on that attack, and she didn't even notice it. Fortunately, she flashed quickly at the last moment, otherwise, it would have been more than just such a small injury.

"Zhan Zhuo Huasheng!"

Hearing a satisfactory answer, Zhuohua stepped down satisfied.