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- "Bastard, I can't lose, go to hell!"
Jian Feng woke up and turned around, he was so angry that he let out a roar that shook the sky, and the lightsaber in his hand shot out a soaring edge, and rushed towards Ji Wufeng.
This sword was too terrifying. At that moment, the sky seemed to be split open, and the sword glow chopped down on the ground.
Boom
A huge crack was opened on the ground, and it spread rapidly, covering nearly a hundred miles. It was really the power of a sword, and the sky fell apart!
This scene made the younger generation couldn't help admiring, Jianfeng's sword was too terrifying, and he really deserved to be called the Supreme Youth.
However, the strong men of the older generation sighed softly, they knew that Jian Feng had already lost!
Although Jianfeng's sword is strong, it is because it is the most powerful blow with all his strength. If he is not fully sure of winning, he will strike with all his strength. If he cannot knock down his opponent, he will not be far away from defeat!
Sure enough, there was no scene of Ji Wufeng spurting blood.
Jianfeng's sword aroused complete dust, and a bright blade glow suddenly appeared in the sky above him, Ji Wufeng hung in the air and slashed across the sky.
In an instant, the void was tumbling, and the ground was shaking. This was a sword comparable to the power of the strongest sword before Jianfeng.
This is also Ji Wufeng's most powerful strike!
Jianfeng is indeed the supreme youth, his body jumped up suddenly, and once again he slashed at Ji Wufeng with his sword, and roared with brilliance: "Long Aotian, in the face of absolute strength, any means are vain!"
"Really?" The corners of Ji Wufeng's mouth twitched slightly.
Boom!
The edge of the sword slashed at the opponent at the same time.
Poof!
Poof!
The two of them spurted blood and flew out at the same time.
Boom!
Boom!
Pieces of woods were knocked to the ground, huge rocks were blasted apart, and monstrous dust and smoke rose up, and then fell silent.
Everyone held their breath at this moment, is it over?
Who wins and who loses?
Finally, when the dust and smoke cleared, Ji Wufeng was seen kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, panting heavily, with blood in his mouth, a horrible wound appeared on his chest from the left chest to the lower right abdomen, dense white bones, clearly visible, fresh blood Constantly gushing.
It turned out to be so tragic, it can be seen how terrifying the power of Jianfeng's sword is.
However, looking at Jianfeng again, he also knelt on one knee, with a terrible wound on his chest, even the bones were cut off, and he could already see the internal organs inside, and even his beating heart clearly, this was almost a fatal wound .
Everyone was dumbfounded, how could this be? How could Jianfeng suffer more serious injuries than Ji Wufeng?
An old master shook his head and regretted: "Before the sword wind was excited by Long Aotian's words, he rashly attacked with all his strength. After being ineffective, the natural force is not slack. If he fights against Long Aotian with all his strength, he will definitely lose the wind!"
Everyone understands that this is like a person who can exert at most 80% of his power after using 100% of his power. Jianfeng was attacked by Ji Wufeng, and he was knocked out with a single blow of 100% of his power, and then countered with a single blow of 80% of his power If Ji Wufeng succeeds in one strike with power, he will definitely lose!
"Despicable, shameless!"
There was a series of shouts and curses in the live broadcast room, thinking that Ji Wufeng won by resorting to conspiracy.
However, the woman in black looked serious, and said: "A duel between masters, winning in a moment of thought, being able to be provoked by the opponent's words, and retreating in the heart, is itself a weakness. Jianfeng was not defeated by Long Aotian, but defeated by Long Aotian. In my unstable state of mind."
The live broadcast room became quiet. The cultivation of the truth is not only the cultivation base, but also the state of mind is extremely important.
What's the use of being talented? If my mood is not stable, even if I am not taken advantage of by my opponent, I will inevitably be in shackles and it will be difficult to climb to the top.
But even so, it is still hard for people to accept, Jianfeng, the strongest disciple of Jianzong, no, one of the most powerful young people in the cultivation world, would lose to a fledgling guy, this is too much It's surprising!
However, immediately, the solemn expression of the woman in black changed, and she danced and yelled in the live broadcast room: "Hahaha, get rich, get rich, I bet the Lingshi on Long Aotian, pay ten for one, get rich Got rich, got rich, hahaha"
Jianfeng's loss was originally difficult for many people to accept. Hearing this, his head exploded immediately, and someone sat down on the ground with a plop, beating his chest and screaming: "Lingshi, my Lingshi, one million is enough! So gone"
A young man supported an old man on the ground and shouted, "Father, how are you doing? Wake up!"??Ah, don't scare me"
A woman pulled a man and cried, "Master, you can't jump off the building. If you do, how will our mother and I live"
Before, no one thought that Jianfeng would lose, and thought that this was an excellent opportunity to earn spirit stones. Many people did not hesitate to bet all their wealth.
However, some people were happy and some were worried. Qian Duoduo rolled on the ground in excitement, his body was like a ball.
The fourteenth bandit, Yue Meier jumped up, and said to Yuntian with bright eyes: "Boss, the old fourteenth is simply a god of wealth, why don't you abdicate and let him be the boss, the rich is the uncle Well!"
Ascending to the Supreme Pavilion, an old guy's eyes became slits when he laughed, and finally he lay down on the ground laughing loudly, and said, "That's right, this kid Xingkong will recognize his elder brother, and he made a lot of Lingshi by accident, hahaha No, let him bring him back tomorrow, I want to adopt a godson!"
That's right, the last mysterious bet of 20 million yuan was placed by Dengfeng Zaoji Pavilion.
Yu Tianming, Yu Qingxuan, Wu Tianci and Qi Luosong stared wide-eyed. They originally hoped that the sect could bet on Long Aotian, but the sect sternly refused. In the end, in order to support Ji Wufeng, they sacrificed their own All five million spirit stones were bet on.
But I didn't expect Ji Wufeng to win. If you lose 10, that's 50 million. With such a large sum of spirit stones, even the suzerain may have to flatter them in the future.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could I lose? This is impossible, it is impossible for me to lose"
Jian Feng muttered to himself like a dream, unaware of the pain on his body, because the psychological blow made him even more unbearable!
Ji Wufeng stood up, dragged his broken body past Jianfeng, and didn't take another look.
He knew that he would become Jianfeng's nightmare from now on.
All the spectators looked at Ji Wufeng with shocked expressions. He actually defeated Jianfeng. Once he grows up, how terrible will it be?
Suddenly, a strange figure appeared beside Ji Wufeng, raised his palm and slapped his head hard.
Everyone was shocked, someone unexpectedly attacked Ji Wufeng at this time.
Ji Wufeng is already seriously injured at this time, it is impossible to avoid this blow at all, he must die! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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