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On the stage, the referee looked at all this coldly, he should have stopped it, but he didn't say anything. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chu Wuyan stood on the stage, the tip of the Burning Hua Sword in his hand drooping slightly. He took a deep breath and looked solemnly at the man opposite.

The grizzly bear man was about twenty years old, and at this moment, his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light: "Senior brother's name is Xiong Wei, boy, remember my name." ”

"Senior Brother Chu Wuyan! Senior Brother Xiong should have known it a long time ago!"

Xiong Wei smiled and said, "From the moment you kid came in, I saw you, and I could feel that your blood had a fatal attraction to me!

True, he was referring to the secret of that rune.

Chu Wuyan could also hear it, he thought that the other party had suddenly triggered Huangquan's dead qi in the last competition, maybe it had something to do with it. Xiong Wei's cultivation was originally much deeper than Chu Wuyan's, and his perception would only be stronger.

What is going on? For a dangerous secret, two people are fighting to the death on stage. Whether it is self-preservation or passivity, it is nothing more than "selfishness" after all, and in this way, no one is nobler than the other! Such a battle inexplicably made Chu Wuyan feel disgusted.

Xiong Wei didn't have the slightest such self-consciousness, his eyes were red, his skin had turned red, and he was excited everywhere because of his bloodlust. He stood facing Chu Wuyan, like a drunkard who was addicted to alcohol, sticking out his nose at a jar of old wine.

Xiong Wei made the first move. The blood mist spread out from the stage, and the bewitching flowers on the other side bloomed in the blood mist.

Chu Wuyan's sword also moved.

A cold and dead breath drifted towards Chu Wuyan layer by layer as the flowers bloomed on the other side.

The Scorching Sword suddenly became condensed, as if it was strangled by something, and moved with difficulty.

The natal spirit technique suddenly emerged, and a thousand trees and flowers bloomed in the blood mist.

The long sword slammed to the ground, and the sword stabbed straight towards Xiong Wei. This number is the "One Sword Flying Immortal" that Chu Wuyan once pondered.

The blood mist fluttered around Chu Wuyan, but the sword qi of the slaughter was like a violent wind, blowing the mist away.

The flowers on the other side unfolded one by one, and the Zhuohua Sword had to weave a dense sword net, which was mixed with a bewitching red flower.

That's it!

A little red light suddenly appeared from the blood mist, and that fatal attraction suddenly captured Chu Wuyan.

The spiritual power came out of the body, and despite the desperate resistance of the consciousness, the spiritual power and the body involuntarily moved closer to each other. Under that strange attraction, they were too weak, completely uncontrollably, and approached Chu Wuyan with them.

The gray mist covered his body, seeped into his bones, and was consumed by the flesh and spirit in his body.

Xiong Wei is not unaffected. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging, and a beast-like roar came out of his mouth, drops of blood falling from the corners of his mouth to the ground.

Everything was going towards the unpredictable, and Chu Wuyan's heart began to fear, he didn't know how this competition would end. Unable to control his body, he had to concentrate all his attention on the sword, his hand slid down the hilt, and held it on the blade, blood flowed out of his palm, and it was absorbed by the scorching sword.

The flowers on the other side of Xiong Wei's side bloomed more vigorously, one by one, and the entire martial arts stage was rendered into a sea of hellfire.

Is that still Xiong Wei? It was as if a huge shadow emerged from his bloodshot eyes.

Chu Wuyan gave up control of his body and spiritual power, and allowed himself to be photographed by Xiong Wei's side.

With a "bang", Xiong Wei's fist hit his body. His own blood, mixed with the blood from Xiong Wei's wound, was sticky and flowed down his head, and he felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling.

Everywhere there was a scorching red, red blood, red mist, red flowers, a shocking red.

Only the sword in his hand is still cold and cold. It was as if it was not carved out of wood, but out of some kind of jade.

There is no need to look at it, Chu Wuyan also knows how miserable his situation is. He ignored the rest of his body and focused all his attention on his right hand, which was holding the sword, and stabbed it out.

This sword passed through Chu Wuyan's fingers, and it happened to be Xiong Wei's left flank.

A miserable scream sounded, but Chu Wuyan didn't listen carefully, he handed everything over to the long sword in his hand to decide.

He did not allow himself to get out of control, and did his best to maintain a glimmer of sobriety.

If the only remaining trace of sobriety is lost, it is likely that he will never wake up, just like Xiong Wei, and become a completely different person.

Huangquan's dead qi seeped into his body from his skin, as if the bell hammer had hit the brass bell hard, causing his blood to boil, and his eyes were blurred and illusory.

The rune that meant "life" swirled rapidly in the dantian, seeping into the muscles and bones along the bloodlines, as if something had forcibly tore your muscles, broken your bones, and forcibly stuffed some kind of warm liquid into it.

It was forcibly fusing with itself to avoid the plunder from Xiong Wei! Chu Wuyan thought of this all of a sudden, and the long sword in his hand swung more and more freely, without any moves, poking indiscriminately as if he was crazy.

At this time, there was also an eerie silence under the stage.

They only saw that Xiong Wei didn't know what weird spell he had cast, and he actually sucked Chu Wuyan directly to his side. The two are very close to each other, and they are completely attacking each other in the most primitive way. At the beginning, Xiong Wei naturally wanted to have the upper hand, but the distance between the two was too close, the talisman could not be cast, the spell was not accurate enough, and Chu Wuyan still had a sword in his hand.

So, everyone saw flesh and blood flying on the stage, and from time to time two roars came, and the scene was like two male lions fighting for territory.

"Get out of here!" Xiong Wei tried to throw Chu Wuyan out, he, or "it", may have realized that he was the one who suffered in such a close combat.

Why, there is an inexplicable force, like a strong glue, that firmly binds the two together, and no one can do without the other.

Xiong Wei finally tasted the hardships that Chu Wuyan had suffered at the beginning. The spiritual power was not controlled by himself at all, but he was desperately close to Chu Wuyan, biting and plundering each other with Chu Wuyan's spiritual power.

It's not so much a war between people as a war of "it" in the bodies of two people. The rune in Chu Wuyan's body chose to merge into the human body, and the one in Xiong Wei firmly controlled Xiong Wei's body.

The competition continues in a jaw-dropping fashion.

The sword stabbed into the flesh, and the fist struck the jaw. With a dull crash, the two rolled and tore on the stage.

As time passed, it was Chu Wuyan who gradually gained the upper hand. This is not to say how clever Chu Wuyan's attack methods are, it is purely because of his strong recovery ability, and in the case that both sides are constantly losing blood, the wood attribute spirit heart guarantees that he always lasts longer than the other party.

In a blur, Xiong Wei gradually stopped moving. Chu Wuyan's eyes were full of blood, and in the blood, wisps of smoke-gray dead air swirled.

Is it over? No, maybe it's just getting started.

The smoky gray dead air spread, and a gray star, whizzing, burrowed into his body.

The coolness spread from his chest, and the boiling hot blood suddenly froze.

The warm wood spiritual power surged to his chest, intertwining into a large net. Instinctively, Chu Wuyan drove it, driving the bone-chilling chill out of the limbs and bones, condensing into a transparent crystal the size of a water droplet, forcing it from his heart all the way to his fingertips.

With a wave of spiritual power around his body, a vigorous wood spiritual power burst out, and the transparent droplet-shaped crystal lay coldly in his palm.

Xiong Wei's control of Huangquan's dead qi is this little thing, right?

Chu Wuyan put his things into the storage bag, and the dizziness after blood loss hit from the depths of the spiritual platform, he wanted to rest, but he didn't dare to rest at all.

It's over!

There were many people watching the battle in the audience, but no one expected that this battle would end in such a way.

They almost thought that they were all doomed together.

The referee leaned down, intending to inspect Chu Wuyan's body. Chu Wuyan opened his eyes at that moment and struggled to speak.

"Senior, go and see Senior Brother Xiong first!" As the words fell, the disciples of the Feather League and the non-Feather League rushed to the stage, but the referee was left out in the cold.

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