"ah……"
Yu Wenlei's body was stained with black flames, falling from an altitude of tens of thousands of feet, and the black fire palm prints came towards him like a gust of wind and rain. ??
"Fourth level...Thunder Slash!"
At this moment, Yu Wenlei had no other choice but to use sword skills to defend and minimize the black fire contaminating his body. He could not bathe in the black fire like Min Hen.
Thunder Slash is the most defensive move among all his sword techniques.
Coupled with the power of the eight-arm magical power, this sword slashed out, and the thunder and lightning immediately intertwined into a thunder net, and the thunder net opened to block the black flames.
Bah! Bah! Bah!
Black fire instantly collided with thunder and lightning, and violent neighing sounds continued to sound.
"They're going to decide the winner!"
Everyone who saw this scene stared with bated breath, and some were even frightened. The final result of this Qianzonghui battle to win the championship was about to be announced.
laugh! laugh!
Suddenly, everyone's hearts trembled. The terrifying destructive power of the black flames, not even the lightning net covering the sky, could stop it for long.
The black fire palm prints frequently penetrated the thunder net.
Yu Wenlei had tried his best, and the sword was frightening, but there were still some remnants of the terrible black fire, and it touched his body again.
"ah……"
Perhaps only Yu Wenlei's abnormal body could bear such pain without falling into coma.
His upper body had no clothes to cover it, and the burning of the black fire turned many muscles on his body into a blackened state. To make matters worse, sporadic black fire invaded his body.
His flesh and blood is resisting the black fire!
Boom!
Yu Wenlei landed. As soon as he landed, hundreds of black fire palm prints came down immediately. This time, a crater with an area of more than a thousand feet was directly created.
The mud and rocks rose hundreds of feet, which was shocking.
This huge pit suddenly appeared, with black fire burning everywhere. Most people were stunned. Is this really a battle of the younger generation?
Unexpectedly, the outcome of the victory was actually like this.
Yu Wenlei lost, and Min Hen of Ximo Hall won the championship.
"Brother..."
"well……"
"Is he dead?"
"Probably, dead..."
Yu Wenlei lay motionless. The wings of the Mingpeng were transformed by spiritual power and had lost control of the spiritual power. The wings disappeared, but the four open arms were still maintained.
The eight-arm magical power uses the power of flesh and blood, and the body is controlled independently.
His consciousness began to blur.
"Die!"
In such a situation, Min Hen, who almost sealed the victory, still acted cruelly and rushed down.
Because it was difficult to accept it, the old man of the Spirit Palace, Imon, announced the result a little late. Taking advantage of this short gap, Min Hen actually had to make up for the fatal blow!
"So cruel..."
Min Hen's actions immediately caused an uproar. How much hatred must the two have? Such a heavy hand is needed.
call out!
Min Hen, who was bathed in black fire, showed no mercy. The force of his impact was like a terrible meteorite. Not to mention that Yu Wen Lei was on the verge of coma at this moment. Even Yu Wen Lei at his peak might not be able to catch it.
Those watching the battle felt numb.
Black fire shot through the air!
Yu Wenlei was lying in the deep pit, his eyelids were only cracked by a slit, and he saw his opponent, his old enemy, preparing to deliver the final blow to him.
"Are you going to die..."
Unwilling to give in, he used up all his remaining strength to hold on to the thundering heavy sword tightly. The sword never left his body. The sword was his last protection. The sword was there for people, but it destroyed people.
Faintly, he could hear someone shouting.
Yes, the only good thing is that there are many people who care about him.
His brothers, Zhuo Biao, Gu Yu, Qin Kui, Wu Bao, Yang Can, his elders, the Great Elder, Huo Zheng, his friends, Hua Zifeng, Leng Qianxun, Chongluan, etc...
There was even Qi Muxian.
He seemed to hear the girl's voice.
So many voices were mixed together in an instant. However, Min Hen's attack was too fast. If he wanted to stop him, I'm afraid only Aemon can do it now.
Min Hen stretched out a hand, and at the same time, black fire extended down his arm.
The strong will to survive forced Yu Wenlei to put aside all pain, open his eyelids, and open his eyes wide. At this moment, everything seemed to have stopped!
Only survival!
After practicing and modifying it countless times, the sword technique of Shenglong Zhan emerged in his mind.
"What?!"
"He's still alive!"
"Stand up!"
Yuwenlei hasn’t given up yet!
The will to survive allowed Yu Wenlei to squeeze out all his spiritual and physical strength. The flesh and blood on his back shook, and he straightened up and looked up at the sky.
"Min Hen!!"
"Kill me!"
"Fourth level...Rising Dragon Slash!"
Yu Wenlei stamped one foot and slashed out with four thundering swords. This was his final counterattack.
Four long sword rays were drawn out, and he went against the trend. He concentrated all his flesh and blood power on his wrist, and wherever the sword rays passed, his spiritual power was drained away.
hiss!
This sword light seemed to have turned into four silver-white giant dragons, rising into the sky!
With lightning and flint, four giant dragons penetrated Min Hen's black fire barrier, and success or failure depended on this.
Previously, Yu Wenlei's strongest four-level Source Light Slash failed to break through this black fire barrier, but the power of this rising dragon slash is stronger than the Source Light Slash!
"How is that possible! If you still don't give up, you are just wishful thinking..."
Min Hen pressed down with both hands, and black fire raged out, suppressing the giant dragon transformed by the four sword lights.
At this point, even the Underworld Fire Suanni was shocked. It did not dare to send stronger black fire to Min Hen. If Min Hen's body collapsed, it and Min Hen would fall together.
As for the current Black Fire, it remains to be seen whether it can suppress that stunning sword!
Boom!
Four giant silver dragons rushed into the black fire barrier and converged into a point while still rising. It was completely silent, but they were suddenly shocked by the deafening explosion.
The blazing black flames were chaotic.
The four giant dragons staggered again, rushing into the sky from four directions, and the black flame that was penetrated gradually dimmed.
The dragon and the black fire disappeared at the same time...
The next moment, Min Hen seemed to be hollowed out of his body and fell vertically. With a bang, he landed next to Yu Wenlei, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
This is how it ends.
Yu Wenlei lost his strength and put one knee on the ground.
You can see that his extremely pale face retains a cheerful smile. He has finally mastered the Rising Dragon Slash!
"Min Hen..."
Yu Wenlei turned sideways and his eyes fell on Min Hen. Min Hen was deeply unconscious and breathless.
This time, it was him who was awake. Likewise, he would not be indecisive, although now that his eight-arm magical power had been released, it was very difficult to even lift one arm.
But it was enough to put one hand on Min Hen's neck and use a little force to break Min Hen's tibia.
So he did!
Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes watched, and everyone secretly sighed. Sure enough, this pair is a real enemy. No one will give up without putting the other to death...
Yu Wenlei's palm fell on Min Hen's throat.
The old man from Linggong didn't stop Min Hen because of hesitation. Now it was Yu Wenlei who took action. Of course, he didn't stop Yu Wenlei either.
Yu Wenlei was preparing to decide whether Min Hen would live or die.
Suddenly, a cold and ethereal voice came, directly reaching Yu Wenlei's ears. Among the many masters present, only a handful of people could detect this voice, and only the most powerful ones above the Ling Sect.
I saw that Yu Wenlei stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look behind him.
"Senior Sister Ziyuan, no, Hong Ling..." 8
