Chapter 777

He understood that Gu Fenghua was not worried, but full of confidence in the fat man. Although he didn't know what was the reason for this, his originally anxious heart instantly recovered.

On the test platform, the crisp sound of the long sword was still one after another, dense as rain.

The figures of Bai Pang and Zhou Xian crisscross over and over again. Every time they go wrong, a string of Mars flies out, brilliant as stars at night.

It seems that the two people are still equally divided. However, as before, Bai Pang had to make two swords to resist Zhou Xian.

"This fat man is full of Holy Spirit. He has been holding on for so long." Under the stage, a middle-aged master of Guanghua said.

Calculate the time, the two have been fighting for more than half an hour. He has been practicing for half of his life, and now he is also the cultivation of the eighth grade of the Dharma saint. If he is like Bai Pang, he can't do it with all his strength and two swords against each other.

"It's just the end of the storm. How long can he last?" Another Guanghua master hummed coldly.

"Only two swords can resist the sword of Duke Zhou. Sooner or later, I will drag myself to death. Why not? Anyway, it's all a loss. It's better to admit defeat. At least I'll lose better." Others said in a shrill voice.

"I didn't expect that Jun Lansheng was so tough. It's rare that I've been a star in Xinghua since then. It's rare. I've lost my eye before." A prosperous family owner said with emotion.

"Even if you lose, you are still proud, even if you lose, you are still proud." Another owner also said with appreciation.

"Lord Luo, he hasn't lost yet." Someone argued for the fat man.

"Well, it's just a matter of time." The owner sighed.

All around, the other Xinghua people were silent. Although they all praise and even respect the white fat man, the fact is that they have no hope for this competition.

At this moment, both Guanghua people and Xinghua people believe that the contest will be defeated. It's just a matter of time. But no one noticed that Zhou Xian's forehead was covered with a layer of sweat, and his face was pale.

"This dead fat man, in the end where to come so full of Holy Spirit, in the end how long to persist." Zhou Xian complained endlessly in his heart.

He didn't know how long it would take to drag the white fat man to death, but he knew that the holy Qi in his body was being consumed unconsciously, and it couldn't last long.

Zhou Xian made every effort to infuse the Holy Spirit into the long sword and speed up the attack. Today's plan, we can only use the thunderous offensive to defeat the opponent at one stroke, otherwise we may be dragged to death.

"Look, Mr. Zhou has made a killing move!"

"The white fat man is dead. It's the end of the crossbow. How can he stop Duke Zhou's effort?"

"Doesn't he want to drag it out? Can he drag it out?"

Soon, someone found out the change of Zhou Xian's sword power, a famous Guanghua Master said excitedly.

"All right, all right, we're going to win. We're going to have some firecrackers and fireworks." The Guanghua family leader said with trembling whole body.

Unfortunately, they were disappointed.

Although Zhou Xian has done his best, regardless of the Holy Spirit of the sword, the speed of his sword is twice as fast as before, but Bai Pang is still able to cope with it. His speed of sword is doubled. The only difference is that he used two swords to resist Zhou Xian's sword, but now he uses four swords.

But how about four swords blocking one sword? Anyway, the white fat man was still standing on the stage, not defeated as they hoped.