Chapter 275: Blood, dripping

"What is the agreement......" From the discussion of the cultivators, Chu Fan already knew what had happened, and he should have been standing below, but Chu Ping was responsible for it alone.

Before, he only knew that his father had an agreement with the old man Van Gogh, but he didn't know what the agreement was, let alone the agreed period.

In the center of the martial arts arena, the dragon chant shook for nine days, and the whole world seemed to be worshipping, Chu Ping held the green dragon sword, not retreating but advancing, the two green dragons around him and the green dragon knife fused together, and immediately burst out with a brilliant blue light, which was very dazzling and dazzling in the sea of fire.

The green dragon roars in the sky, the unicorn runs wildly, like the revival of the ancient supreme power, coming across time and space, continuing the previous supreme war, the chain of order formed by the rules stretches in the martial arts arena, the sound of the avenue trembles time and space, and the powerful Dao pattern looms.

There is like a galaxy waterfall falling, stars colliding, the sun and the moon rise and fall, the universe seems to be opening up, and the hope makes people's hearts throb.

The Qinglong Knife collided with the Qilin Bone, everything exploded, the stars were disillusioned, the sun and the moon were lightless, the universe perished, and the Galaxy Waterfall became a little blue and red, dissipating between heaven and earth.

In the center of the martial arts arena, the Dao was chaotic, the aura was unstable, and black cracks appeared, as if the space there was about to collapse, and a fiery red bone arrow was inserted into the ground, the light was restrained, but the breath was still jumping like fire.

A large part of the ground built by meteorite iron has exploded, and the temperature around it is still very high, and the heat wave is like magma, which makes people feel hot all over.

And Chu Ping, his arm was bleeding, his face was pale, but his smile was still the same, the Qinglong Knife in his hand was already restrained and shining, half of his body was blurred with flesh and blood, and the dripping blood stained the meteorite on the ground.

"Poof!" Crumbling, but never falling, Chu Ping spurted out a mouthful of blood, the smile on his face looked hideous, he stepped forward, and everywhere he passed, the ground was full of blood dripping from him.

Walking in front of Su Manni, Chu Ping raised the Qinglong Knife and asked with difficulty while coughing up blood: "Are you defeated or not?!" ”

Looking at Chu Ping, who was extremely weak but had very firm eyes, Su Manni suddenly didn't know what to say, and the smile on her face froze, as if she was deeply fascinated by the burly man in front of her.

"Heh, hehe." Su Manni laughed softly, her body slowly fell, this battle, she was defeated, completely defeated.

She was not defeated in cultivation, let alone in combat power, but in will, she did not have Chu Ping's firm persistence, nor did she have the desperate madness.

What's more, she is always a woman, and her physical strength is not as good as Chu Ping's, even if she can still fight, the final outcome will be the same.

Fail!

That being the case, then why can't she Su Manni complete Chu Ping, why don't you lose a game, why do you have to work hard to support and ask for hardship.

Several female disciples flew out from the central cliff, carried Su Manni down the martial arts arena, and even took away the fiery bone arrows, and for a while, the entire Van Gogh was silent, silent and terrifying.

Seeing this, Chu Fan's heart was like a knife, his fists were clenched, and just as he was about to make a move, he heard a word sound in the martial arts arena.

"Is there anyone still fighting? I'll ...... for the Chu family Took it. Half of Chu Ping's body was bleeding, miserable, he used the Qinglong knife to support his body, not letting himself fall, raising his head proudly, scanning the Van Gogh cultivators.

As soon as the words fell, he coughed up blood again and again, and the blood spurted out of his mouth like a fountain, splashing on the martial arts arena, extremely dazzling.

At this moment, none of the Van Gogh disciples on the central cliff replied, and their eyes looked at Chu Ping with respect, and there was even more shock.

Respect Chu Ping for being a tough guy and a strong man who stands up to the sky!

Shocked Chu Ping was so desperate, strong to the end, and still proudly fought with serious injuries, and never fell.

"Don't you want me to do it?" Hearing Chu Ping's strong roar, Chu Fan's face was complicated, but he was about to make a move, but he sat still and stared at the martial arts arena.

Others couldn't hear the sound of this, but Chu Fan understood that this was Chu Ping telling him that he didn't need to make a move, just take it alone.

Chu Ping didn't know where Chu Fan was, but he knew that Chu Fan must be here, watching this battle.

"Alas, Van Gogh disciples, do you say, war or not?" The old man of Van Gogh sighed leisurely, his voice was curling, and when it came out, there was an indescribable rhyme, as if heaven and earth were in harmony with it.

The disciples of Van Gogh did not reply, they looked at Chu Ping, their eyes flickered, and after a moment of silence, someone roared angrily: "Fight!" ”

"Fight!"

The volume is higher and higher, only war is the best respect for the opponent, and only by responding to the battle can the sect not lose face.

For the glory of the sect, they had to fight, but when their answer came out, the old man Van Gogh sighed and did not speak again.

"No fight!" Suddenly, a voice like Huang Zhong Da Lu, overpowering the voices of all the disciples, like a sharp sword, about to break through the clouds and break through the obstacles.

No fighting, two words, only one person shouted out, but Xiu Wei overwhelmed all the Van Gogh disciples, and the shouting of war disappeared immediately, and they were all silent, they already knew who the one who said not to fight.

In Van Gogh, there is only one person who has this kind of cultivation and can overwhelm all his disciples, and that is the great disciple of Van Gogh, Zhao Xuan.

"Why?" The voice of the old man Van Gogh sounded again, only two simple words, plain as before, and no joy or anger could be heard.

"This is the agreed battle, not the battle of life and death, and he has won two games in a row, he is seriously injured, but he still threatens to fight, if I van Gogh fights, even if I win, I will not fight." The majestic voice is very calm, like a pool of water without waves, "Defeat is defeat, this agreed battle, I van Gogh has been defeated, defeated on the conceit, so I don't fight." ”

Hearing this, whether it was the disciples of Van Gogh or the rest of the monks, they were all silent, this battle was indeed won by Chu Ping, from the strong at the beginning, to the end still strong, like a man of steel, should be respected and affirmed.

"About to fight, Chu Jiasheng wins." The words still did not make waves, and the old man Van Gogh directly announced the result and did not respond to the battle again.

Chu Ping stood in the martial arts arena, the smile on his face was proud, after hearing the result, his whole body suddenly relaxed, and he was no longer able to move, and at this moment he was only supported by the Qinglong Knife.

Blood, dripping, the battle is over.

Looking at Chu Ping in the field, the old man Van Gogh had deep eyes, and finally sighed leisurely, but no one could hear his sigh.

"The Chu family, even if it declines, is still so strong, I now understand that their strength lies in this spirit, the crazy spirit that makes people feel fear and fear." The old man Van Gogh muttered to himself in his heart, and there were stars rising and floating in his pupils, as if they contained the whole heaven and earth.

Looking back at the past, when a war ended, it was no longer important who won or lost, what mattered was the understanding in the heart and the fearless spirit.