Broken spine, broken threads.

Ruin is a bow on the ground, and what should have been the toughest part is now broken into sorrow, but fortunately it is not completely broken.

A thread.

A strand of strings.

At least it's still leading.

It was a painful ruin, everything was to blame, who let this bow do something that was not what a bow should do, Jing Meng used it as a knife to split the day, so it was reasonable to be cut off with a punch.

What happened in the audience, the two people fighting against each other didn't know.

They held their breath and stared at what was in front of them.

"Huh~!"

Jing Meng gritted his teeth in his mouth, moved under his feet, took a step forward, and walked in the center with his right hand, and immediately handed it out, and the air swept and whirred like a thunderstorm and roar.

"Whew~~!"

Feeling the strong wind wrinkled his clothes, his face did not change during the day, his body was calm and stable, he had been waiting for a long time, his fist had been clenched for a long time, and his right fist ran through Jing Meng's palm, for some reason, this fist felt so slow, it was like a mountain moving.

The wind and thunder blow the mountain?

Seeing this, Jing Meng snorted coldly in his mouth, the wind and thunder palm changed, and without waiting for his palm to make contact with Bai Day's fist, his five fingers tightened his claws, and his palm first slammed into the Dashan fist of Bai Tian with a soft force.

Fourth, dial a thousand pounds.

Dayday's fist was powerful and heavy, Jing Meng's belt was very skillful, although it did not completely remove his fist power, but at least three layers were removed, the palm knocked over, the sharp claws were there, and the fingernails of the hand grazed the back of Dayday's fist and hissed, the sound seemed to be rubbing against the iron plate.

Jing Meng's nails were stained with blood, and the back of his hand was bloodstained during the day, but his fists were really hard and strong, and he was still unswerving under the consumption of Jing Meng's knocks and grabbing.

"Suddenly~~!"

There was a small crack.

The force started from the fist of the day, Yu Jingmeng's palm walked the wrist and the arm, thus enlarging to the entire body, and suddenly his little face turned white, and he did not stand firm under his feet Deng Deng's back step was more than three steps.

One move to think that he has gained power.

Indeed, it was broken by one force.

"Hey~~!"

When Jing Mengshen was undecided, a sneer exploded in his ears, and his cheeks hit his face with a sense of wind, and he didn't need to think about it to know that he raised his palm and made a knife to cut it obliquely.

Although he had palpitations, he was not satisfied at all with his reaction, Jing Meng simply shortened his body, and immediately rolled his legs on the spot and kicked in a whirlwind, sweeping off the plate.

Empty, empty..... Empty...

The whirlwind was indeed only sweeping the floor and taking off the dust, and it did not even stick to the placket of the day.

Daylight's reaction was really fast, it turned out that he knew what would happen below when he saw Jing Meng's short body, and his body only moved back slightly, and Jing Meng's whirlwind hall could only sweep the ground with his clothes.

Daylight is above.

Jing Meng is below.

Pressing up and down, absolute advantage, then of course Daylight will try to maximize it, he lifted his legs, kicked forward, whew, swept the floor, and missed the kick.

Don't give up, come, kick, whew... Sweeping.

Coming, kicking, whew... Sweeping.

Kick, sweep.

Sweeping.

Jing Meng rolled in front, swept in the back during the day, rolled on the ground Jing Meng's disgraced face seemed to be getting more and more unfavorable, and being swept out of the game was at the moment, but for some reason there was indeed a trace of anxiety on the face of the day.

In one go, I didn't hit.

Several times, I still didn't hit.

As the day kicked, his steps became bigger and bigger, and his body became shorter and shorter, and the advantage that he had once bullied was rapidly collapsing.

"Hey~~!"

With a sneer that spitted ash on the ground, Jing Meng, who was still rolling on the ground, really rose into the air like a big bird, and the eagle struck the sky to make an eagle pounce on the rabbit.

Jing Meng is an eagle.

Will it be a rabbit during the day?

Jing Meng's fist is the eagle's claws, hissing, as if the day is being disemboweled, but he should really praise the young man's good skills and good brains.

During the day, the rabbit simply rolls the ground and sticks to the ground, and the rabbit kicks the eagle.

"Poof~~!"

The fist fell into the palm of the foot, and the eagle's claws were still far away from the belly, and it was kicked away, and when Jing Meng's body fell to the ground, a fish had already stood up straight during the day.

Eyeing.

The eyes are chiseled.

One shook his hand, the other shook his legs, and there was no doubt that no matter who the two of them were, they were secretly scolding in their hearts: 'Ah, the kid can,'' I'll go, the kid is helpless.' ’

So on the battlefield.

This was not the case in the stands.

"Boom...."

The sound of porcelain, the sound of the lid of the teacup hitting the teacup.

"Boom.... Boom..."

The prince seemed to dislike the dull atmosphere very much, and kept tapping the lid of the cup in his hand to make a sound, making a sound that made others very upset.

General Liu Zhangyue had already frowned at it, but in the end he endured it.

His son beside the prince was also impatient with the voice, his eyes swept and stared, he opened his mouth to speak, and his mouth was open, but in the end, Lao Tzu's habit, his son still didn't interject, so he could only endure and continue to stare at the battle between Jing Meng and Bai Tian on the battle platform.

Not sure why.

At this moment, there is no contempt on the face of the moon and the prince of the moon, and there is indeed a trace of worry in his eyes that is rising with an irrepressible momentum.

Invisibly, Jing Mengtong, who was fighting, had become his pressure.

"Whew~!"

The sound of breathing.

Behind General Liu, his child Xi Xibai was breathing quickly and rapidly in his mouth when he saw Jing Meng attacking like an eagle, as if he was also a little nervous.

The cold sweat on his forehead seemed to be more than nervous, seeing this, a middle-aged man with a gloomy look next to him grabbed his palm, and the palm of his hand was sweaty, he was really scared.

It's a teenager too.

Whether it is the prince of the moon or the white river basin, they will compete for the two places of the Si Pylorus, and they will naturally be divided into high and low with that Jing Meng and Bai Day.

They feel the pressure.

These two people looked at the two people fighting on the battle platform, and asked again and again in their hearts, if they were against one of them, what were the odds of winning?

The young man is young and vigorous, and he will definitely affirm and sound '100 percent.' ’

But when he was determined to refreeze his gaze on Jing Mengtong Day, he couldn't help but muttered again....

It's true....?

After asking again and again, and being firm again and again, all of them have understood that if they want to completely dispel their doubts and completely keep their share, they will definitely not be able to do 100% with their own fundamental strength.

So what to do .....?

"....."

The white blade flashed, and Jing Shunyi and Bai Qingran in the stands saw that their child had already copied the weapon in his hand, and his heart suddenly tightened, and his face sank instantly.

That's not what they want to see.

From the bottom of their eyes to the bottom of their hearts, there is a deep worry, they don't want their own children to be hurt, and they don't want their brother's children to be hurt.

But the sword is in their hands.....

The fists and feet were no longer able to work in several battles, although my father and mother told me several times not to use the sword, but the battle was like this.

The young man is competitive.

Today is a sure winner.

Jing Meng was almost at the same time as the day, pulling the weapon on his waist in his hand, Jing Meng grabbed the sword, and held the knife during the day, as if a tiger had grown steel teeth, like a cheetah poking out its claws.

What are you waiting for....

Jing Meng's long sword was picked up, cut from bottom to top, and when the daytime body was obliquely avoided, Jing Meng turned around and avoided it, the long sword pierced the lower abdomen, and the daytime knife was successfully blocked with a vertical sound, he squeezed, close, and a punch collapsed, without waiting for his punch to arrive, Jing Meng's sword became a dragon and cut his arm.

In the future, the daylight arm will not be wanted, it will fall under the blade.

The stands didn t know when it would start, jing shunyi and bai qingran's palms were already clenched together, and their eyes were full of how to make.

You're too far away.

Things that you don't want to see are happening.

"Whew~~!"

The arm must be ah, the day is not generous enough to abandon it, the arm hangs down to avoid the blade of the sword, the body is low, and the knife cuts Jing Meng's lower abdomen.

"Zheng~~!"

The blade trembled, it turned out that Jing Meng's long sword had arrived.

During the day, the sword in his hand was like a splash of wind, whirring chaotically, and the long sword in Jing Meng's hand was like a cold star, like a scattered rain.

The wind wants to kill into the rain.

The rain also wants to kill the wind.

But after trying again and again, whether it is wind or rain, it really can't work.

Suddenly, at this time, there was indeed an exclamation from the crowd watching, only to see a man and a woman leading a large group of followers to come together, the male god is heroic, looks martial, and the woman is as beautiful as a fairy in the sky, between the shallow smile and bright eyes, it seems that the fireworks in the world are not eaten, and the lotus step moves slowly, like the spring breeze in March, slightly teasing the heart.

The crowd automatically moved out of the way for them.

There was such an alarm on the side of the stage, Jing Mengtong was of course aware of it.

What's more, it's still that kind of Shadow.

Jing Meng seemed to be alarmed, from his head to his eyes, as if he was a little affected by it, as if the girl on the stage was the beauty of his dreams.

Can't help it.

It was as if the head and eyes were moving sideways.

Inattentive?

How could such an opportunity be given up in the daylight, and he stepped up under his feet, and wanted to kill Jing Meng's side with a knife, but his footsteps had not yet settled, and a shiny long sword was like a snake and like lightning.

This surprise.

It's scary.

Rao is daytime reaction was fast, and he used his sword to pull the sword in time, and he did hear the footsteps in his ears, and when he saw a shadow approaching, he felt a palm close to his chest.

"Bang~!"

It turns out that everything is fake, everything is fake, Jing Meng's slanted eyes and side head are all fake, and he is bent on achieving success during the day, and he is indeed on the way.

He was slammed on his chest by Jing Meng's palm, stood unsteadily, and took a step back.

"Hiss~!"

But before he could stand firmly, he heard the sound of the sword above his head, Jing Meng drew the sword into a knife split, and in order to protect his head, he had to raise his sword to defend against the sword if he was not stable during the day.

"Zheng~~!"

The sound of the blade echoed, and the day became shorter and shorter.

The frost and black snow don't let you breathe, and Jing Meng's palm successfully slashed on Bai Tian's body.

The triple wave of the sword palm, standing up to the present, really can't stand forever.

"Won~~!"

The cheers began from the stands.

Jing Shunyi was so excited, his hand grabbed Bai Qingran's palm and danced for a while, but after a while, he came to his senses, quickly calmed down, and said softly: "Thank you, Brother Bai." ”

"Hehe~~!"

Seeing this, Bai Qingran's face was not much lost, and he said with a smile: "Brother Jing, Xiaomeng is also my child, and I am happy for him if he wins," Saying that, his eyes did turn to the prince and the prince who had already walked towards the stage, and his brows couldn't help frowning, as if he had thought of something, and finally shook his head.