Jun Mohan seems to have the upper hand, but only he knows the real situation.

Each shot is thrown, and the force will be greater than the previous one.

The invisible 'momentum' is therefore more intense.

This is very bad news, and now he can resist the strength of the gun.

But after a hundred shots, after a thousand shots, in the face of the more and more momentum, Jun Mohan had no doubt that the former's gun would always shatter his defenses at a moment.

But at this time, Jun Mohan couldn't interrupt the other party's attack.

The gist of the water cold sword technique is to defend instead of attack.

This is the rhythm of his battle, and it is better to go on like this than to choose an area that he is not good at.

"Thousands of machines and hundreds of methods!" The gun was like a dragon, and there was only fanaticism in his eyes.

The exercises he practiced were the thousands of refining methods passed down to him by the Changming Daoists, and the longer the battle stalemate, the higher his fighting spirit became.

What he pursues is precisely that kind of artistic conception that has been tempered for thousands of years.

A sword groan.

When he fired hundreds of shots.

His spear finally broke through the defense of the water cold swordsmanship that had given Xu Mudu a headache.

The sharp streamer glimmer gun went straight to the chest.

A wisp of crimson blood bloomed from Jun Mohan's chest.

He was finally injured.

It's a pity that Jun Mohan avoided the key point at the critical moment, and the shot he left did not get the result of reversing the tide of battle.

With a stomp of his feet, Jun Mohan's figure shot out backwards.

The will to leave the war is strong, so naturally it is impossible to stop there.

With a shake of his hands gripping the spear, his figure jumped straight up and pursued him with victory.

"Oops!" Xu Mu, who had been paying close attention to the battle situation in the audience, was shocked.

"Roar!" a dragon groan shook out from Jun Mo Han's direction.

Then a blue dragon condensed by water spiritual power appeared out of thin air.

Roared and slammed into the air.

Water cold swordsmanship, water dragon chanting.

In the case of not being able to fly in the air, there is no way to avoid this sword move.

"Dragon Lance!" The silver glow shone like the sun on the streamer glimmer gun.

After turning around in mid-air, Li's figure did not dodge or dodge, and stabbed out with a shot.

At this moment, the silver rays that burst out turned into thousands of gun shadows.

The dense silver spear shadow that made people's scalps tingle did not attack the water dragon, but merged into the dragon spear that was stabbed out.

The brilliance of the light is so fast that it is incredible.

In everyone's eyes, all that was left was the Streamer Glimmer Gun in their hands.

"Look at what kind of monsters Senior Brother Changming has taught his disciples, he is a madman, and he has cultivated two little madmen. Mo Ziqi sighed softly, his eyes taking in the disadvantages of the field.

"The old man appreciates the approach of Senior Brother Changming. Although Xueli was responding to the Mozi period, his body had obviously made a move to be ready to rescue at any time.

With the fact that he had already lost three lineage disciples, winning or losing was no longer a matter for Xueli.

What matters is the safety of the rest.

The communication between the two was transmitted by divine consciousness, and it was completed in an instant.

On the stage, the collision between Li and Jun Mohan has already impacted together.

Boom!

Strong concussions.

The water dragon formed by the spiritual power of the water dragon was immediately torn to pieces.

A figure holding a spear fell from the sky and went straight to Jun Mohan.

The blood on his chest flowed, Jun Mohan's expression was solemn, and he stood his sword on his chest.

"The law is good!"

There was a bang!! as if a vast ocean was rising into the sky.

Aqua blue spiritual power filled every corner of the Black Ink Arena.

The wave, which was completely transformed by spiritual power, slapped towards the incoming figure.

Jun Mohan's control of the law is obviously not as proficient as Xu Mu, but the explosive power still increases his strength by nearly fifty percent.

"Water Cold Sword Technique, Shocking Waves!"

A wisp of Yin red slid down the corner of Li's mouth, and only then did he shatter the water dragon chant, he obviously suffered a lot of injuries.

But that doesn't mean much to him.

The battle intent in his eyes became more and more high-pitched.

"The fighting spirit is not stopped, and the gun is not extinguished!"

Seeing that the wave was about to touch his body, he still didn't care, and only Jun Mohan was standing under the wave in his eyes.

A Overlord spear loomed above its head.

Shout!

In a flash, the Lilian people with guns pierced through the barriers of the waves.

When he showed his figure again, he was already standing behind Jun Mohan and appeared.

Red blood dripped at Jun Mohan's feet.

Eyes moved to his chest, and a bloody hole that was transparent from front to back appeared.

"Poof!" At the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out from Li, who was standing with a gun.

After trembling slightly, his body suddenly thought about leaning forward.

While!

The Streamer Shadow Spear and Jun Mohan's sword landed at the same time, and both of them fell to the ground.

"Alas!" Xu Mu sighed and shook his head.

It's already very good, but it's a pity that Jun Mohan's strength is higher than him after all, and it is already unexpected to be able to do this.

In this competition, there was not a single standing figure on the field.

As the referee, Bai Lao's brows were wrinkled for the first time, a draw!

How many times has there been no such result at the Eastern Realm Celebration?

"This guy called Li, actually forced Shui Han Sword Monarch Mo Han to this step, my obedient, Guiyuanzong's generation is full of talents. ”

"Who cares about this, I'm thinking about how to judge. Is it eliminated at the same time?"

"Impossible, there should be another fight, right?"

"Do you have another fight? Are you blind, these two are injured like this, and they can't recover in a short time. ”

Not only Bai Lao was stunned, but even the monks in the audience were unexpectedly surprised by this result, and they all made a voice of discussion.

"The opening of the Forbidden Ground is time-limited, and there is no way that the Eastern Realm Celebration will wait for them to recover and fight again. Mozi's expression was quite helpless, although the ending of this kind of draw was rare, but the previous Eastern Boundary celebrations still happened.

He knew what the old white man would judge in this situation.

"Eliminated at the same time. Xueli was very reluctant to say the final outcome.

This is exactly the case, Bai Lao quickly recovered from his stunned state, cleared his throat, and announced: "According to the rules, those who do not enter the top fifty, those who draw will ...... tao."

"Wait a minute!"

Xu Mu's sudden voice disrupted Bai Lao's voice.

His finger pointed abruptly above the Black Ink Arena.

Almost at the same time, the monks watching the battle in the audience, including Bai Lao himself, shifted their eyes to the direction Xu Mu was pointing.

A young man covered in blood, trembling with both hands using a spear as a staff, slowly stood up.

The blood gushed slowly on the ground where his feet stood.

The Storm Sword Technique combined with the concussive power of the Fa Xiang Qiankun almost shattered more than one-third of the bones in his body.

If you are a bystander, you are afraid that you have passed out.

And he miraculously stood up.

Looking at the figure that might fall at any time, all the monks, including the powerhouses of the Dragon Gate List who had cultivated higher than Li, all felt a sense of awe.

It's not because of the strength he shows.

It's his iron will.

"This competition, away from winning!"

(End of chapter)