The two colors of spiritual energy, one purple and one green, intertwined and fell together tirelessly in the air, and endless cold sweat oozed from Mo Jiuyou and Yue Qinglian.
But no one relaxed because of this, but the strength in their hands became even stronger.
One stick of incense, ten sticks of incense.
Day, noon, night.
One sunset, two sunsets, three sunsets...
Both of their bodies were soaked in countless blood, but they were still fighting.
"Made...what's going on with these two people? A game of this level should only be seen after two people advance to the finals...it's been three days and three nights!"
Many people in the venue complained that some weaker spectators could not bear the sleepiness and fell asleep.
Most of the audience are under the cultivation level of immortals, so they cannot go without rest and sleep for a long time.
"Okay, okay, your highness's sword cut well. It must be very uncomfortable to see so much blood flowing from Yue Qinglian's body!" Gu Yan exclaimed happily.
"Oh...this damn White Lotus is so abominable. It actually attacked and wounded His Highness in a sneak attack."
Only Gu Yan's voice shouted the most cheerfully on the field. Mo Jiuyou's morale was greatly boosted when he heard it, but Yue Qinglian felt like vomiting blood.
He was so angry that he was hit in the shoulder by Mo Jiuyou without paying attention, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood.
"Good, good, good chop!" Gu Yan and Mo Zhenren praised each other.
Hearing this, Yue Qinglian vomited another mouthful of blood.
Unfortunately, most of the people in the field were asleep and could not cheer for Yue Qinglian to stabilize their mentality.
The voices of a small number of people are simply not as good as those of Gu Yan and Mo Zhenren, who are the Immortal Emperor and Daluo Jinxian.
Although Mo Zhenxian seems a little not very smart, his mouth is also very damaged due to the inheritance from Mo Zhenxian.
It's just that he shrank in front of Gu Yan and looked a little weak.
Yue Qinglian fell into a disadvantage under the two men's words.
She regrets it now.
Why don't you bring the eight licking dogs of the Temple of War to cheer you up...
Yue Qinglian was also very helpless. She never thought that even the audience's comments would be one of the factors that affected the situation...
Considering that Gu Yan did not want to expose his identity and Yue Qinglian wanted to win the other party's favor, the Eight Immortal Emperors were not called.
Now she really regrets it, but there is no medicine for regret in the world.
"Come on Jiuyou! Defeat this duplicitous White Lotus!"
Mo Zhenren said loudly, he is a smart man, and naturally he can see that Yue Qinglian's holiness and kindness are just an act.
After hearing this, Yue Qinglian spat out a mouthful of blood again.
Not only did she have to face the physical headwind, but she also had to bear the mental damage all the time. It was really tiring...
I don't know how long it took, but Yue Qinglian was negligent again. Mo Jiuyou put his sword directly on her neck, restricting the opponent's movement, and then kicked the opponent to the ground with a powerful spiritual energy. Yue Qinglian completely lost her fighting ability.
Yue Qinglian spit out a large mouthful of blood, and then lay on the ground without moving at all.
Mo Jiuyou turned to look at the host and found that he had his eyes squinted, as if he was dozing off, so he shouted to the other party: "The host is over!"
The host was immediately startled. He reacted and looked at Yue Qinglian, who was covered in blood on the ground. Then he looked at Mo Jiuyou, who was also covered in blood but had a firm gaze, and announced quickly:
"Mo Jiuyou won this game! Congratulations on entering the quarterfinals and qualifying to participate in the semifinals competition!"
After hearing this, Mo Jiuyou breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to leave the venue, his vision went dark and he lay down on the ground tiredly.
Gu Yan, with quick eyes and quick hands, quickly appeared on the scene, hugged Mo Jiuyou's body and left.
Back in the tavern, Gu Yan ordered the maid to take a bath and change clothes for Mo Jiuyou, while he sat on a chair and thought about it.
Next is the quarterfinals, but the Magic King never came in the previous games.
I heard from Mo Jiuyou that King Mo Dong chose not to come to watch the battle because of his busy official duties.
In addition, the Demon King believed that his daughter only had the cultivation level of the Golden Fairy Realm and could not achieve any good results. It was estimated that she would not even be able to enter the top 32, so she did not come.
If I were to tell King Mo Dong that Mo Jiuyou had entered the top eight now, would he feel very pleased?
