Imperial City Chapter 65

144. Nearing the end

Yang Ming looked at the opponent in front of him who was wrapped in black, and there was always a faint flash of annoying aura on his body, this person was undoubtedly their biggest enemy in the Bright Heaven Palace.

The two people in the confrontation observed each other's every move, and even the slightest change in every breath, and the master duel often fought for a trivial detail. So who can grasp it?

For five minutes, the two of them stood against each other for five minutes, without even a little temptation. The audience was surprisingly silent, and they didn't dare to blink and stare at the ring, for fear that if one of them was distracted, the competition would be over. Be patient.

At this time, Chang Nameless's body suddenly twisted and deformed as if it had liquefied, from top to bottom, little by little turned into a black viscous liquid, and at the same time, from the bottom to the top, there was also a pitch-black package on Yang Ming's body, looking at it, it seemed to be the same as Chang Nameless's liquefaction.

Suddenly, Yang Ming hurriedly sealed and tried to break the spread of the pitch-black things wrapped around his legs with a spell, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop these pitch-black things from wrapping around him, and even, he had lost his perception of the parcel part and couldn't move at all.

Soon, Chang Wuming completely turned into a pool of black water, and Yang Ming's wrapping degree had spread to his shoulder, and now, he couldn't even cast spells, so he could only wait for himself to fall into the darkness of the eternal night.

Seeing such a situation, everyone shuddered, this situation is really weird, the two people are so far apart, but the often nameless spell can still have an effect on Yang Ming, and Yang Ming can't struggle at all.

Looking at those viscous black liquids, as if the demons crawled out of hell, devouring the vitality of the living little by little, even the referee had a feeling of uncomfort, he was very hesitant, should he interrupt the competition, or should he ask, does he have the ability to interrupt? This is really an unknown.

This kind of spell that incarnates slime to wrap others in others seems to be only occasionally mentioned in some relic forbidden spells, what the hell is he?

Soon, the pitch-black thing was over his head, and Yang Ming was like a drowning man in a deep trap, without even a chance to struggle, and directly cut off all hope.

Falling to the ground at the sound of the voice, the pitch-black things gradually faded, revealing Yang Ming's form again, and when all the liquefied things faded, they reunited in their original positions into the appearance of Chang Nameless. The referee glanced at Chang Wuming, who had just become an adult, and with just one glance, he instantly felt that he had fallen into an endless abyss, in a dark and depressed place, sinking endlessly, and could no longer get out......

When Chang Wuming was completely gathered and formed, he glanced at the referee, he came back to his senses, walked to the side away from Chang Wuming in a panic, and announced the news of Chang Wuming's victory.

Just because he took one more look, a monk of the Perfection Realm actually made the referee of his peak decisive realm look like this, and the feeling of being on the edge of the abyss and sinking into the eternal night just now is still throbbing and fearful when he thinks about it now.

This is often nameless, it's terrible!

Yang Ming was finally taken off the stage by Yang You's back, and no one knew what kind of injuries he suffered. But I'm afraid, it's definitely not light, and there are even suspicions that I can't wake up.

This is the end of the fourth game, it is more weird than all the previous ones, and I can't tell what happened at all, and it is over...... The dense pitch-black liquid, the Perfection Monk who fell to the ground, all this cast a thick layer of fog over this competition, and there was a faint hint of some great danger in the fog......

Thinking back to the scene that just happened, Ming Ya Yuehui narrowed her eyes slightly, this scene is really familiar, "...... in the film world"

All the competitions of this day have come to an end, they have dispersed, and tomorrow the top four players will have the semi-finals, and the finals the day after tomorrow, this year's blue event will be announced to be over.

......

On the water side

Xingliuyun was here attentively with An Meng, not deliberately thinking about anything, just looking at An Meng's sleeping face so stupidly, and the picture of getting along with each other inadvertently flashed in his mind, which was so harmonious and beautiful.

Holding hands together, a trace of silver light flowed around the two of them, which was the healing glow that had once appeared in the film world. Feeling the gradual calming atmosphere of An Meng, a floating heart finally settled.

Inadvertently, the sky was getting late, and half a day passed in a flash, An Meng's eyelashes moved slightly, slowly opened his confused eyes, turned his head to see Xingliuyun who was quietly watching him around him, smiled slightly, and said, "Look, Meng'er didn't lie to you." ”

"Well, don't lie to me in the future. ”

"Got it......"

As soon as he finished saying these three words, there was a voice from Wen Ya, "Wen Ting, Wen Ting......" shouting, listening to the sound, it was probably about to arrive.

"Quick, help me up. "I don't care about anything else, I can't hide it painstakingly at the last moment. Xingliuyun understood her thoughts, so he cooperated with her and took action.

As soon as he was half-lying up, there was a knock on the door, and at the same time, the gentle voice sounded again: "I'm in......"

Although she asked so, Wen Ya didn't wait for a reply, and directly pushed the door in by herself, which was very unexpected.

Xingliuyun hurriedly turned around to meet him, and at the same time blocked An Meng's face, An Meng seized this opportunity and used a small spell to clear his mind and make himself look more energetic.

At this time, Wen Ya had already walked in, directly crossed the flowing clouds, came to the bedside, looked at the posture of the two at the moment, and asked, "You two, stay like this for an afternoon?"

"Otherwise?" An Meng replied.

Xingliuyun stayed silently aside.

Wen Ya stared at the two of them suspiciously, especially on An Meng, well, the clothes were a little messy, but they were still within the range of normal actions, and there was no abnormal flush on her face, but it could not be ruled out that she had adjusted it with a spell, her breath was stable, there was no hurry, it seemed that it should be no ......

"Xiaoya, what are you doing?" As soon as she entered the door, she stared at her plainly for so long, An Meng couldn't help but interrupt her cranky thoughts.

"Ah, it's okay, I'm just going to see how you're recovering, it seems that Yun Gongzi took care of it quite properly, Xiaoya thanked Wen Ting here. ”

Before Xingliuyun could speak, Wen Ya added: "However, it is late, and it is inconvenient for our two women who have not left the pavilion to stay with their sons for dinner, so we should thank you another day." ”

Definitely, the road was directly blocked, not only showing the intention of driving people away, but even the commonly used word "door" was mentioned, this word of thanks, it is really a real vernacular, and it does not leave a little handle. Moreover, it seems to be quite bright outside......

Liuyun said goodbye. Although there are still many questions I want to ask An Meng, since people's attitudes are already so obvious, it is not good for Xingliuyun to continue to find a topic to keep himself here.

After bowing and saluting, Xingliuyun and An Meng's eyes signaled slightly, and then they retreated, and by the way, they also closed the door.

Wen Ya just stood in place like that, without the slightest intention of sending each other, and after hearing the footsteps in the distance, she turned her head and found that An Meng was still in a daze at the closed door.

Quietly approached, clapped his hands, and a sound made An Meng come back to his senses, "I'm tired of the afternoon, it's not enough." Wen Ya said teasingly.

But An Meng's words directly stunned her: "Of course it's not enough, you don't understand." ”

Definitely, in this relationship, she, the holy woman, probably doesn't know what shyness is, looking at An Meng's deep and inextricable appearance, Wen Ya inexplicably has a feeling that her cabbage has been arched, although, Xingliuyun doesn't seem to be some kind of cute animal...... "I'm not rare, how good it is to be free and easy." ”

An Meng didn't want to argue with her, before she met the right person, she would inevitably have such disdainful thoughts, and she couldn't impose her feelings on her, arguing was meaningless, "What is the result of the competition?"

"Lost ......"

"Oh," An Meng nodded faintly.

"You don't comfort me...... you comfort me," said Wen Ya coquettishly.

"You're not sad, what comfort do you need?" An Meng said directly.

Sure enough, they are sisters who grew up together, and their looks and demeanor can't hide her at all. Wen Ya thought helplessly.