"Three breaths. Yang Luoyu said expressionlessly.

Fighting for time, Yang Luoyu did not waste it, and continued to raise his momentum after the second breath, and it was the third breath in a blink of an eye.

At this time, the cultivation has finally reached its peak, and the knife has been completed, and the knife is drawn in the next moment.

Xia Donglai's pupils shrank sharply, and the person retreated sharply, and the long sword in his hand danced in front of him as he retreated, becoming a defensive sword and shield.

He retreated quickly, and Yang Luoyu drew his sword faster.

A knife was completed, and the black knife that had already opened almost melted, turning into a long knife in cold snow, she gently pulled out the knife, without a sound, but it seemed to have thunder, shaking for nine days.

The knife was drawn, sheathed, and it was done in the blink of an eye, and before the slow-eyed could even see her movements, the ring cracked, and there was a thin line in the middle that was difficult to see, splitting it in two.

One cut in two, Xia Donglai's long sword at the end of the crack was broken, and then his chest, a terrifying wound was broken from his chest to his stomach, and his internal organs were deeply visible.

There was silence, and everyone forgot to think.

With such a serious injury in front of everyone's eyes, they unconsciously thought that the Golden House Sword Saint was defeated like this, and he was defeated by a sword?

Even Xia Donglai himself stopped moving, he looked at the remaining half of the residual sword in his hand, and touched the broken wound on his chest in a daze: "A certain family is injured?"

Xia Donglai was bleeding like a spring in front of him, wetting his gray plain clothes and dyeing them scarlet blood, he stood up straight, and asked himself again: "A certain family has failed?"

tried all means, but was still so seriously injured by Yang Luoyu, Xia Donglai's arrogance was broken at this moment, and he asked if he was defeated.

He seemed to be seriously injured, but in fact, the flow of energy in his body was not disordered, and it was much better than Yang Luoyu's condition, but he was hit hard by Yang Luoyu's knife, which made him waver.

Is he old and defeated? Is his world no longer the world, already the world of young people like Yang Luoyu.

No one responded to him, Yang Luoyu had already put the knife back into the sheath, the energy in her body was locked, and the energy in the black knife had been exhausted after the knife was drawn, so it could be said that she no longer had the strength to fight.

But Xia Donglai has not completely fallen.

As long as he doesn't fall, the battle will not be over, and Yang Luoyu's fighting spirit will not disappear.

Yang Luoyu staggered to her feet, at this time she was completely empty, and she could no longer perform the knife drawing technique, and she could only fight with her will.

"Come again!" Yang Luoyu shouted in a hoarse voice.

Xia Donglai looked at her indifferently and asked puzzledly, "Can you still fight again?"

Yang Luoyu is the end of the strong crossbow, at this time she couldn't even stand steadily, she supported her body with a knife, but said as a matter of course: "I still have a knife in my hand, the battle is not over yet, how can I not fight again!"

After speaking, Yang Luoyu dragged the knife and staggered forward, the black knife slashed across the ground, making a piercing sound, just like the wheel rolling, never stopping.

The wheels are rolling, the tide is surging, the back waves push the front waves, and this has been the case since ancient times.

Xia Dong watched Yang Luoyu approach step by step, he stood in place thoughtfully: "Do you think the battle is not over yet?"

Yang Luoyu was out of breath, she lifted the knife for a while, stopped to rest for a while, and at the same time responded to Xia Donglai: "You and I have no score, so naturally it is not the end!"

"No score. Xia Dong said to himself.

He looked at Yang Luoyu's reluctant appearance, and somehow suddenly remembered that he practiced swords when he was not famous, and he was also relentless, and he had traveled all over the world, and he had gritted his teeth to win one challenge after another that everyone thought would lose.

Maybe it's because he's always been called the Golden House Sword Saint all these years, maybe he has never challenged an opponent stronger than himself, or maybe he was too comfortable after he became famous, and he didn't know when he gradually lost his sharpness and put his mind on chasing false fame.

His sword was dull, as if he were old, and it smelled of decay that he once hated.

In this battle, his sword path had already been shaken when he entered the ring for the battle of will, and when he began to use his heart on Yang Luoyu, his sword path had already been lost.

Because in his subconscious, he thought that he would lose, so he didn't dare to use his sword to fight with Yang Luoyu openly, so he would make calculations, which Xia Donglai only realized now.

But is his sword path really inferior to Yang Luoyu's sword path?

Xia Donglai remembered that when he was young, he practiced swords every day, and he did not relax when he swung 3,000 swords a day, and at that time, he was like Yang Luoyu and never felt that he lost to anyone.

How could I have lost that sharpness now!

His heart was surging, and he raised his head again, and the state of mind of his youth returned to him, Xia Donglai nodded and said firmly: "You are right, the victory is not scored, and a certain family is not defeated." ”

Even if it hurts his lungs, even if the long sword is broken, he can still move, so there is still a reason to fight again.

Xia Donglai held the remnant sword, regardless of the injuries on his body, he stepped in the direction of Yang Luoyu, he jumped up like a big bird, and held the broken sword with both hands, so that the sword fell from the sky like a knife.

Blood gushed out, he was like an eagle striking the sky, and the blood eagle roared.

There is nowhere to hide from this sword, although Yang Luoyu has no half energy, but his fighting spirit is stronger, and the horizontal knife fights with him.

After a block, Yang Luoyu was hit and flew back, without energy support, her internal organs were damaged, and blood gushed from the corners of her mouth.

"Come again!" Yang Luoyu wiped a mouthful of blood, stood up again and continued to pick up the knife and walk towards Xia Donglai.

Xia Donglai was also uncomfortable, his chest was injured by Yang Luoyu from the stomach, the wound was extremely deep and the internal organs could be seen, and he moved again just now, immediately squeezing his internal organs, making him vomit a mouthful of blood, and more serious was where he was damaged, and the blood was gushing out like a spring.

The people in the audience were shocked by the two and couldn't think, they never thought that the battle in the ring would reach such a point, and no one would give up just to win or lose.

Aren't these two dead?

If they fight again, both of them will die, and they can't understand the meaning of victory or defeat, but it doesn't prevent them from admiring them.

The other people in the audience were completely silent, even the clothes that cared most about Yang Luoyu, their eyes were focused on Xia Donglai.

After a long time, Nan Kemeng finally spoke again: "I didn't expect Xia Donglai to be able to break through the state of mind here, but I was wrong, the position of Tongming Realm, and now he also has a chance." ”

And in this competition, Yang Luoyu lost. ”

None of them refuted.

seems to be the final word, as soon as Nan Kemeng's words fell, Xia Donglai swept Yang Luoyu from the ring with a sword, and the latter vomited blood after falling from the ring, but finally passed out and couldn't stand up again.

Xia Donglai stood on the ring, and the excitement of successfully challenging the opponent for the first time appeared in his heart at this time, he looked at Yang Luoyu who was unconscious, and said loudly: "Good fight, good opponent, you are very strong, but a certain family wins." ”

The people of Jinlou who were watching shouted when they heard this, they didn't know what this battle meant to Xia Donglai, but they knew that the Jinlou Sword Saint had won, and the spiritual idol of Jinlou was still an undefeated myth, so they cheered for it.

Xia Donglai picked up the broken sword from the ring, held it in his hand, and fell down in a mixture of cheers and exclamations.

In the palace of the king of Jin.

Hualonglu was windless and automatic, and a name suddenly squeezed into the eighth from dozens of miles away, under Wang Zhaomo.

"Xia Donglai, an unexpected harvest. ”

Shang Ze Jin Road.