"Don't argue anymore. No matter who is the most important to the Nangong family, we all need to know Jue'er's situation now. If we do lose, there will be nothing left to say.
But if Jue'er is okay, then we still have a chance. It's too early to say this now. "Nangong Chengye heard them arguing here and felt very irritated, so he couldn't help but interrupt them.
When several of the arguing elders heard this, they immediately looked at each other, but their eyes were full of dissatisfaction. However, since the head of the family had already spoken, they did not dare to say anything more.
And the head of the family is right, they all want to know what happened to Nangong Jue now.
If he is fine, that is naturally the best. After all, even if they don't recognize the importance of Nangong Jue, if they can get the top three in the competition and get the resources to enter the dead zone, then everyone will be happy.
But if Nangong Jue is directly defeated by him, then everything will be meaningless.
The dust on the ring slowly dissipated, but when he saw everything on the ring, everyone's eyes widened with disbelief.
Because except for the potholes everywhere and a huge yellow sword stuck in the ring, there was no one there!
"Where is the person? Why is Nangong Jue missing?"
"He couldn't have been directly hit by his own sword rain, right? There was no trace left, right?" Someone asked doubtfully.
"No way? So miserable?"
"What's wrong with this? Don't even think about it. In the situation just now, when such a huge rain of swords rushed down, if Guan Zhixin didn't have that immortal weapon in his hand, he could successfully escape the disaster. Do you think that Guan Zhixin Will the situation be any better?"
"If this is really the case, then Nangong Jue's death was too tragic. And he was killed by his own sword rain. Isn't this death too undignified?"
"There's really no one to blame for this. I can only blame him for not considering his own safety even though he has such great strength. In the end, he ended up harming himself!"
"Alas! It's such a pity. Nangong Jue's strength is really too strong. If he hadn't died, he might have been the strongest among the top four, and he might even have won the first place in the Nine Clans Competition this time. It’s all him.”
"If he hadn't died, perhaps this possibility was indeed possible. It's just a pity. Maybe this is just God's jealousy of talents!" A group of people couldn't help but sigh.
Nangong Jue's battle opened their eyes and at the same time made them deeply admired. Because Nangong Jue and others who participated in the competition were masters in the late Mahayana period, but they were too young after all, but the strength he showed in this competition was far beyond their imagination.
They even believed that even some elders from the nine great families might not be his opponents. You know, the elders of these nine aristocratic families are all talented people, and none of them are thousands of years old.
Compared with young people like Nangong Jue and others who are not even five hundred years old, they are indeed very old.
However, the strength shown by Nangong Jue, who is less than 500 years old, is even stronger than those of them who are thousands of years old. How can they not feel admiration?
This is the case in the world of cultivation. There is a natural admiration for the strong!
However, it is really sad that a strong man of a generation ended his life like this, without even preserving his body.
"How could this happen? Where is Jue'er?" People from the Nangong family were also surprised. They all thought that Jue'er might have been seriously injured in the ring.
But now there was not even a human figure, only the huge yellow sword was left, which surprised them so much.
Especially when they heard the people below talking and even saying that Nangong Jue was dead, their faces became even more ugly.
"Could it be that Jue'er..." an elder said sadly.
"No! This is impossible. With Jue'er's strength, even if he can't withstand the rain of swords, he won't be dead!" Nangong Chengye felt extremely uncomfortable at this time, but he didn't believe Nangong Jue. He couldn't accept dying like this.
"But the head of the family, this is the only place in the arena. If he is still alive, we can see clearly at a glance. There is no one in the arena now, where else can he go? Can he still hide?" said an elder. .
Although no one wants to see this fact, the arena is only so big. If Nangong Jue was still alive, he would have seen it at a glance.
However, now there is nothing left in the ring except the sword, and it seems that there is no other possibility for him except death.
At this time, Guan Zhixin was standing in the air, and he could see the situation in the ring clearly, because the entire ring was under his feet. Even in the pits on the ring, he could see clearly.
There is indeed no sign of Nangong Jue in the ring!
"How is this possible? Is he really so dead that you can't even see the scum?" Guan Zhixin said in disbelief.
Although he had thought that Nangong Jue might lose like this before, he had never thought that Nangong Jue's ending would be so miserable, with not even a scum left.
Thinking of this possibility, he felt a little sad in his heart. Although he won at this time, Nangong Jue was indeed the opponent he admired most, and even Ji Tian could not compare with him in this regard.
Nangong Jue's methods were versatile, and he felt that his strength had improved a lot after fighting him. It was hard for him to believe that he had fought against such a strong man until now.
Now that he died like this, and died so tragically, he naturally felt a little regretful in his heart.
"Huh? Wrong?" However, just when he was feeling sorry for Nangong Jue's death, he suddenly felt a hint of danger.
However, he carefully looked at everything on the ring and found that there was nothing in the ring that he should be careful about.
"Look, up there!" However, at this moment, the people under the ring suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted loudly.
When everyone looked at the arena, they immediately saw an incredible scene.
At this moment, Guan Zhixin suddenly felt that the danger was coming from above his head. He looked up and his expression suddenly changed.
At this moment, the entire top of his head seemed to turn fiery red, as if the entire sky was on fire.
What made him even more unexpected was that there was another rain of swords in the fiery red, and this time, there was a huge red sword in the rain of swords.
"Could it be him..." At this moment, a person suddenly came to his mind.
Who else can create such a similar situation besides Nangong Jue. Although Nangong Jue was not seen at this time, what is certain is that Nangong Jue is still alive!
