Wu Tong, who was holding the knife and defending it, stood firmly in the corner of the ring, and the whole person was like a mountain......

Although it was said that he had made this move to defend like a mountain, the momentum that emanated from Wu Tong's body was no worse than that of the powerhouse of the Condensation Realm, at this moment, the long knife turned into a shield, and the pride of the Great Snow Mountain made him like a hero.

In the Accord belonging to the Medicine King Valley, Wu Tong's fiancée reached out and grabbed the window edge on the weekend, the green knuckles were flushing a little white, her eyes were red, and she looked at Wu Tong's strong and upright back stupidly. At the moment when Wu Tong greeted Wen Renhao's shocking shot, two lines of tears crossed her cheeks, and this kind of Wu Tong made her proud from the bottom of her heart.

Every attack from Wen Renhao would make the white wall of qi emit a piercing muffled sound, but Wu Tong had already taken root under his feet, steady as a rock, no matter how fierce the turbulence rolled up by the spear, he would not move.

The wall of light was constantly hit by the milky white guns, and many times, the spears almost broke through the defense of the wall of light, but at the last moment, Wu Tong could always use his vitality again, repair and consolidate the wall of light, and the two people in the ring defended and attacked, and the people under the ring held their breath and concentrated, and the battle between knives and guns was already white-hot.

Every tremor of the light wall made Wu Tong can't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body began to sway, but his back was still as tall as ever, he was laughing wildly, and that laughter finally made Wen Renhao start to chill in his heart, even if he was now like a god.

When the rain passed, Wu Tong's chest was already dyed red with blood, and his trembling legs kept straightening and bending until Wen Renhao's spear began to slow down.

Wen Renhao gritted his teeth, his body was shrinking, almost returning to its original state, his eyes were blood-red, unwilling and angry, filling his heart. The consequences of sacrificial backlash are not something he can bear, and if he doesn't break Wu Tong's "turtle shell", he will have to be guarded to death by him.

"Changhong through the sun!" In the end, Wen Renhao took advantage of the remaining strength after the sacrifice, jumped up suddenly, and the spear let out a sharp groan in his hand, accompanied by a dazzling cold light, piercing the qi wall in front of Wu Tong.

Through the qi wall in front of him, Wu Tong clearly felt the resoluteness in Wen Renhao's eyes.

Finally, the flawless qi wall was pierced by the spear, and at the moment of breaking the ice, the fluorescent and glittering qi wall suddenly cracked a gap, and the crack continued to spread, and finally shattered.

At the moment when Wen Renhao broke through Wu Tong's defense, everyone present couldn't help but stand up.

"Defeated?"

"The Son won?"

"How is that possible!"

“......”

On the edge of the ring, Wu Tong couldn't find a complete piece of ground under his feet, his arms hung slightly, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth, several times, he wanted to raise the long knife, but when he staggered and raised his hand, in the end, the long knife fell off his hand and fell to the ground.

Wen Renhao's spear pierced Wu Tong's shoulder, and it only pierced into the shoulder.

There was a spear between the two, each standing still, there was a burst of exchange of words in the crowd, everyone was curious, looking at the situation, it was indeed the Holy Son who won, but Wu Tong did not fall, since no one fell, why did these two people stand still?

Blood ran down Wu Tong's shoulder, ticking and falling on the potholed ground, for a long time, Wu Tong roared, raised his hand with all the strength of his body, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the blood-drenched right hand, until it trembled and fell on Wen Renhao's forehead.

After a slight click, a bright red mark appeared on Wen Renhao's eyebrows, accompanied by Wu Tong's intermittent cough, the invincible National Religion Holy Son had a white despair on his face, and his body fell straight and straight to the back, when he lost his center of gravity, Wen Renhao struggled to grasp the spear nailed to Wu Tong's shoulder, but the spear suddenly became extremely smooth, and after a long time, the spear was out of his palm.

Wu Tong suddenly laughed, from beginning to end, the long knife only has one attack and one defense, that is, this attack and one defense, so that Wen Renhao's dream of winning the championship has come to naught, it may be funny to say it, the Luming banquet has lasted for thousands of years, and Wu Tong is the first to defeat the opponent by stubborn defense.

"Bang!" Wen Renhao's body lay on the ground, and the moment the ground shook, the cheers of the Weizhou people finally spread throughout the entire imperial capital.

"In the first game of the semi-finals, Wu Tong of Wubu won!"

As soon as Lin Fuzi's words fell, at the front of the stands, a thin figure rushed into the ring, and he could support Wu Tong's almost out of strength.

"Brother Tong, win!" The little monk hugged Wu Tong's shoulder excitedly, and when Wu Tong nodded, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the spear on Wu Tong's shoulder.

"Today, you cook!"

"Don't do it!" The little monk smiled, his slightly immature little face was full of excitement, seeing Wu Tong's coughing, he hurriedly stretched out his hand, patted his back and said: "This Luming banquet, I took out all my belongings, buy you and Brother Chen'er to win, especially today, you defeated Wen Renhao, I directly won more than 30,000 taels of silver, haha, don't cook, I'll treat you, call Brother Chen'er and Sister Doudou, today's Wangjiang Tower, I'll give you a package to celebrate!"

"You ......" Wu Tong's eyes widened, and he wanted to say something, but at this time, he was already exhausted, and before he could make a sound, his head tilted and fell on the little monk's body.

The crowd cheered and scolded, like a tide from the Huaqingchi Square scattered in all directions, Liu Chen stood on the hillside, condescendingly looking at everything that happened in the square, the so-called appearance of all beings, in his eyes vividly interpreted.

The priests of the Nine Holy Palace's faces sank like water, and when the doctor put Wen Renhao on a stretcher, the group was surrounded and disappeared silently at the end of Suzaku Street.

Until Lin Fuzi announced the results, there are still people who can't believe their eyes, the bridge of the Holy Son Lu Ming Banquet winning the championship and marrying the emperor has been recited in the land of Kyushu for many years, in the mouth of the storyteller, the young master of the Sword Sect is depicted as a bully who beats the mandarin duck, people always believe that beautiful love will overcome everything, and the obstruction of the young master of the Sword Sect can only add a little color to this much-anticipated love story.

The prince will marry the princess, this is the best arrangement of fate, until the moment Wen Renhao fell to the ground, the hearts of countless talented and beautiful women were also broken into pieces. Curses and insults were mixed with those painful sobs, and they were gradually submerged in the crowd. Today's Chang'an is full of singing and dancing, and there is also despair everywhere.

Liu Chen smiled slightly, already outside the crowd. From afar, they looked at the figure of the little monk carrying Wu Tong away, until they disappeared on the other side of the mountain.

After the rain, the sky is clear, the cold mountains are getting warmer, when the sun sets, Liu Chen looked up at the treetops in the high place, in the criss-crossing branches, the strong old trees shook off the old leaves with the wind, the black magpie flew south, the branches were full of new shoots, the new shoots overflowed with a wisp of fragrance, permeating the entire winding mountain road. (To be continued.) )