Chapter 145

Seeing Su Yanyue win the competition in succession, Su Jinyue is also happy for him. Seeing that it's her turn, she steps up to the stage.

The onlookers all focused on Su Jinyue. They were also very impressed with her, especially the match between her and Luoying, which can only be described as wonderful. So they are looking forward to Su Jinyue's performance.

"She and Su Yanyue on the stage seem to be from Yigu. Do you think they will stop fighting again?"

"I don't think so. The game is not a joke. If you don't play one or two, you'll have to work harder than before."

"That's right, but if I meet people from my own sect, I don't necessarily fight."

"The strength of these two people are so strong, if they don't play, it's a pity. I hope they can play one."

In the public attention, Su Jinyue came to the stage, she said to Su Yanyue smile, "I give up!" She has already made a decision and will not change naturally.

Hearing Su Jinyue's words, there was a burst of disappointment under the stage. Although many people have guessed that it will be like this, they can't help being disappointed when they hear Su Jinyue's words.

Su Jinyue steps down from the stage and looks at Zhan Yihan with a smile.

Zhan Yihan held Su Jinyue's hand and said, "I won't let you down." He will try his best to win the competition, get the ten spirit stones and give them to Jinyue.

Su Jinyue nodded with a smile, looking at Zhan Yihan's eyes full of trust, "I believe you!" She'll believe him all her life.

As the competition progressed, the final finalists were also decided. Although 123 people participated in the final, only five people were able to win ten in a row in the competition.

They are Zhan Yihan, Su Yanyue, Feng Hao, Jian Wushuang and Yang Jun.

"Who do you think will win the game?"

"As long as it's not Feng Hao, anyone can."

"Zhan Yihan and Su Yanyue will not fight each other, but I don't know who will stay."

"The unparalleled sword technique is illusory and superb. I think he is more likely to win."

"Yang Jun's strength is also very strong, he may be able to go to the end."

During the discussion, Feng Hao and Jian went to the stage. They stood opposite each other, their clothes were windless and automatic. Before the competition, they felt the powerful momentum of the two people.

Everyone's eyes focused on the two people, and their eyes were full of expectation and excitement. The battle between the strong will be more exciting.

Feng Hao and Jian arched each other, then they attacked each other fiercely. At the last moment, there is no need to say more, just speak with your own strength.

Feng Hao looked at the sword peerless, and his mouth was bloodthirsty. When the sword peerless across his waist, there was a trace of black gas in the ring on his finger, and slowly entered the body of the sword peerless.

Sword matchless just fight with Feng Hao a few moves, he felt his soul was torn by a force, as if the next moment the soul will be absorbed by that force. What's going on?

When the sword was out of his mind, Feng Hao's dagger quickly fell into his body.

The sword matchless reaction comes over, want to avoid time already too late, unwilling to look at Feng Hao, slowly fell to the ground. He had already looked up at Feng Hao, but he didn't expect to look down on him in the end.

Strands of black gas, overflowing from the dead sword matchless body, were absorbed by the ring on Feng Hao's hand.

The battle ended so quickly that the people under the stage didn't even react.

"Yihan, you must be careful of his ring later. The overflowing black air can bind the soul." Su Jinyue looks at Zhan Yihan. When Feng Hao and Jian are matchless, she is always paying attention to Feng Hao's ring. The black air overflows, which makes her eyes extremely uncomfortable. But fortunately, her eyes have been upgraded, otherwise those black air will definitely hurt her eyes.

Zhan Yihan nodded, "don't worry, I won't be careless." His practice is true practice. It's not so easy for those black Qi to restrain his soul.

Looking up at the stage, Feng Hao and Yang Jun are fighting fiercely.

But they didn't take a few moves. Yang Jun's face changed, and then he was killed easily by Feng Hao just like his previous sword.

Seeing that Feng Hao killed his opponent for two consecutive games, the audience began to denounce Feng Hao again.

In particular, the sects of those killed by Feng Hao were eager to rush up and tear Feng Hao to pieces.

The organizer saw the fierce reaction of the crowd, so he could only open his mouth again to appease the crowd. At the same time, he also warned Feng Hao again. After all, this is the final, and the game will continue.

Zhan Yihan came to the stage and stood opposite Feng Hao, looking at him coldly. For people like Feng Hao, he will never stay.

"Then start!" Feng Hao smiles coldly and attacks Zhan Yihan. In his eyes, Zhan Yihan and Su Yanyue, who didn't play, are already dead. He will clean up all the company with them tonight. This time he came to the exchange meeting just to collect his soul. Naturally, more is better.

Zhan Yihan meets Feng Hao and fights with him.

"With Feng Hao's cruel means, the war was cold, and maybe it was also a lot of bad luck."

"How could the Yinyue sect produce such a disciple as Feng Hao? I really want to unite with other sects to destroy him."

"Zhan Yihan's strength is very strong. I hope he can kill Feng Hao." While the audience are worried about Zhan Yihan, they also hope that Zhan Yihan can destroy Feng Hao.

Feng Hao was boxed in the chest by Zhan Yihan. He stepped back several steps, and a trace of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Zhan Yihan with evil eyes. "Zhan Yihan, don't be proud. It's your death time right away." He had always been concerned with the battle of Zhuzhan Yihan. He knew that Zhan Yihan was a powerful opponent, but he didn't expect that Zhan Yihan was stronger than he expected. Just a few moves, Zhan Yihan hurt him. Originally, he wanted to play with Zhan Yihan, but now it doesn't seem necessary. Since Zhan Yihan can't wait to die, he will help him.

He once again attacked the past toward Zhan Yihan, and at the same time, the wisps of black air lingered on the ring.

Su Jinyue saw the ring overflowing black gas, worried about the war in her heart. Also cold, must not have the matter!