If this continues, the last hope of the two of them may be exhausted. Lang Chenyan was so anxious that he bit his lip, and blood dripped from his dry mouth.
Suddenly, he felt Fu Yunge desperately handing something to him on the other side.
Suddenly, he was startled.
Just when the object was handed over to his hand that was holding Fu Yunge, he suddenly felt a light pull on his palm.
Fu Yunge's weight suddenly disappeared. He was shocked and hurriedly pulled it, only to find that only the half-torn sleeve was left in his hand, as well as the map that Fu Yunge had just used his last strength to give to him.
Fu Yunge, however, had long been swept away by the vortex of the sand wall.
His eyes were filled with yellow dust, and Lang Chenyan's silent heart was squeezed hard.
"Young man...ahem!!"
He tried to shout, but before he could shout a few words, his mouth was filled with yellow sand.
Damn it. He gritted his teeth and thought, wanting to loosen the cloth and look for traces of Fu Yunge.
But he suddenly remembered the purpose of Fu Yunge's move. Fu Yunge used his last strength to give him the map, just to let him go back and support Jinji Fengjian.
And this is what he, Fu Yunge, as a chivalrous man, has always carried out with his mission and unyielding strength.
Lang Chenyan clutched the cloth, his face flushed, and the tip of his nose was slightly sour.
In his heart at this time, he had to make the decision that he had to choose. That is to give up the search for Fu Yunge and rush back to Jinji Fengjian.
Such a painful decision was more painful than breaking an arm for Lang Chenyan. But he had no choice, because this was not only a requirement of reality, but also respect for Fu Yunge's life-saving choice.
The sand and smoke are billowing, and the wind is roaring. The sand wall reached to the sky, and human strength seemed extremely small in an instant.
The outer sand walls are still raging.
The desert sea stretches to the sky, and the swirling wind and sand look like a bloody mouth leading to hell.
And somewhere far away from the route, outside the sand wall, a figure was swept out by the strong wind vortex, and was silently thrown on the sand, falling into a coma.
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In the realm of Qingyuan, the Golden Halberd Fengjian Conference is in full swing.
The morning had passed, and the duel between Huagui Halberd and Zhenshan Halberd ended with Huagui Halberd's victory. However, this incident was also expected by everyone. Zhenshan Ji had suffered a heavy setback and had low morale, so it was naturally difficult to win.
At noon, everyone took a short rest and prepared for the second round of competition in the afternoon.
Misty clouds gathered on Congfeng, and moist rain drifted in the sound of wind. Although it is midsummer, the rare coolness is still amazing.
The trees among the peaks are swaying, and the branches and leaves are rustling.
In the afternoon, the long-awaited second round of competition finally began. The sightseeing pavilion is crowded with people, all wanting to feast their eyes on it.
On the referee's bench, Subiezhi and others also cheered up and became serious. The second round is different from the first round because of the special competition system. In addition to determining the winner, they also need to participate in scoring to determine the sect that stands out in the end.
Representatives of the three winning sects first drew lots. Three competitions still need to be prioritized.
Soon, the draw ended. The two sects competing in the first competition have been determined. It is the long-lost duel between dragon and phoenix.
Subiezhi looked at the result of the second game, and it turned out that Longji continued to play. This situation was clearly designed to consume Longji's strength, so that Longji would go into battle one after another without rest.
It's really hard to say that it wasn't Guizifang and others who secretly acted. Subiezhi thought to himself.
However, the plan they thought they had everything under control was about to end tonight. Subiezhi looked at Long Tao, who was walking towards the field, with unpredictable thoughts.
Whether it's behind the scenes or in competition. They will all defeat the conspirators.
Looking back at the field, Long Tao and the opposite Feng Ji player, the winner of the previous game, Qing Lang, were already facing each other in the center of the martial arts field.
Long Tao only had one thought of victory, and after handing over his hand, he picked up the dragon-headed halberd, shot out cold light, and took the lead in igniting the flames of war.
Phoenix Halberd Qinglang saw that the person coming was not good, so he also swung his halberd, stepped forward quickly, and intertwined with the oncoming Dragon Tao.
The battle situation was at a high level, and the two of them quickly entered the state without any chance to breathe. The onlookers could only see silver light shining, figures coming and going, one dancing like a dragon, the other flying like a phoenix, competing in a mesmerizing way, as if the two were one.
Dragon Halberd and Phoenix Halberd were originally a set of martial arts in the past. Later, after evolution, it became two sects of martial arts.
Although they are divided into two families, the principles are still similar. Although the moves are ever-changing, the root cause is the same. As long as the martial arts level of the two parties is high, it is possible to create the current state of mutual fighting and complementation.
Long Tao had heard this from his master before, but it wasn't until today that he truly felt the mystery of martial arts. During the battle, his moves flowed out freely, but they were as natural as his opponent's moves. It was an unprecedented feeling.
The weapons clashed with clang, and the white light of the halberd blades reflected the intertwined faces of the two people. The tip of the halberd splashed dust under his feet, and his full strength even shook the water on the lake.
The Dragon Tao Qi Sea stirred, and a steady stream of strength gathered into the palms and the halberd shaft. Every swing of the move swept away a sound of wind, and the energy spread out, causing the clothes and hair of the two people to billow.
In comparison, the gap between Qinglang and Qinglang can already be judged. Although he can keep up with his moves, his strength is far behind.
After several duels, it has basically become a situation of one defense and one offense. Long Tao forced Qinglang to retreat step by step, and it seemed that the overall situation was decided.
