Chapter 1695

The sudden spiritual pressure came so fast that no one expected. Ximen yingyue little white deer were far away. Ximen yingyue didn't expect such a change. She stood up and stared at the stage without any fluctuation.

The little white deer and Fang ruoxing were both weak in body and bearing capacity, so they fainted directly.

The audience made a shadow all night. When the spirit pressed over, his face turned white.

Zhulong was unprepared and felt headache and dizziness.

He hurriedly tried his luck to improve his spiritual pressure, outline his pressure resistance, and the pain of his body disappeared.

When the pain disappeared, he immediately thought of his big brother.

Look at the stage that season.

I saw that my always calm big brother was dripping on his twisted knees, and blood was flowing out of his mouth, ears, nose and even eyes!

... this is seven holes bleeding!

"Big brother!"

He had never seen his eldest brother hurt so badly. Now he changed his face and was about to rush up to the stage.

However, he was stopped on the way.

The messenger warned coldly under the tree, "the fight on the stage has not been announced to be over. You can't go up, young master. If you don't listen to advice, you will cancel your own fight record immediately."

The Dragon stopped when he heard it.

He is still worried about Qingming. He sees that Qingming's blood is flowing more and more

While he was worried, he suddenly remembered what the messenger subordinate had just said. Then he remembered looking at duanmuya. She stood, took out a handkerchief from her chest, calmly wiped the blood on the silver glittering sword.

Depending on the situation, she looks much better than her big brother!

She seems to have stabilized a lot of injuries from her brother's attack. She doesn't bleed much anymore.

"How could this happen..."

He whispered silently, "it's wrong. It shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be..."

Not many people paid attention to him. Duanmu yawang, the messenger subordinate on the stage, looked at Duanmu yawang and Qingming, knocked the gongs and drums, and said in a loud voice, "Miss Duanmu, can you continue to fight?"

Duanmu Ya looked at the little blood on the handkerchief, collected her eyes, smelled the speech, raised her eyes and smiled, "of course."

The messenger's subordinate nodded and looked at Qingming, but saw that he had always maintained a kneeling action. He also raised his voice and asked, "Mr. Qingming, if you can stand up for the last time, you can continue to fight. I heard dozens of voices. If you can't stand up and continue to challenge, this battle will be your failure."

Then he raised his voice and counted, "ten, nine..."

At the end of the fight, the spirit pressure disappeared, and the people who were suffering from fainting slowly slowed down at this moment. Everyone felt and was stunned before they sounded.

Looking at the situation on the stand, it was even more incredible: "is this... Duanmu yawang winning?"

Someone looked blankly shook his head and said, "I'm not curious about the victory or defeat now. I just want to know what level the powerful spirit pressure is? That's terrible. I've never encountered a force that can make us all faint!"

"Yes, me too. I've never been pressed directly by the spirit. It's really terrible."

There was much discussion under the stage, and the messenger subordinates on the stage counted to one at this time.

Zhulong has been staring at Qingming on the stage. He hasn't moved since he stared at him.

For the failure to be announced, only when he counted to one point did his wide eyes turn slightly. This slight rotation was the struggle he made his best efforts.

But this kind of slight is almost imperceptible to others. Only when he is so familiar with his people can he feel it.

If it wasn't for the slight, he would think that the man in front of him was not a man, but a bloody statue!

When the word fell, the messenger's subordinates looked around for a week. They only felt that it was strange to be quiet around. His face remained unchanged. Then they announced: "Duanmu yawang's fight with Qingming, Qingming won!"

“……”

There was a dead silence under the stage.

Night Nong Ying responded, "wow", a cheering voice, and quickly clapped, "Miss Duanmu, Congratulations!"

On the stage, Duanmu yawang put away the original Heavenly Sword, pressed down the strange feeling brought to her by the original Heavenly Sword, looked down at the phase, and smiled in response.

Now that she wins, she will naturally step down.

The moment she moved, Zhulong, who was stunned, also came back to God. He dodged and couldn't blink. When everyone hadn't returned to God, he came to Duanmu yawang and grabbed Duanmu yawang's collar. His eyes were white and red, and his eyes were sharp as a knife. "With your strength, you can't defeat my eldest brother. You're unusual!"

Duanmu yawang looked straight at him, "how unusual? You were watching on the stage during the fight. If you can really point out anything unusual, how about giving up on me?"

"You've been unusual since you got the sword!"

Zhulong said coldly, "it was the sword that hurt my brother for you!"

"Oh!"

Duanmu yawang sneered, "if childe Zhulong didn't miss it, you should know that your eldest brother also used weapons. Weapons are always a help. You can't blame my weapons for being better than Mr. Qingming's, but think I can't win? After all, as long as people with a little brain know, we should pay attention to the control and adaptability of weapons."

In other words, she said that although the weapon is powerful, how can she win if she doesn't have certain control?

Also, weapons are also. The stronger the master is, the stronger it will be!

Zhulong grabbed her collar and pursed his lips.

Because he knows very well that Duanmu yawang is right at all!

But he just feels weird!

He observed Duanmu yawang for such a long time. He didn't grasp 90% or 80% of her strength. No matter how high her explosive power is, she can't win her big brother!

The most terrible thing is that she won her big brother too easily!

Destroy your brother, I feel that you only need to wave your sword gently!

"Mr. Zhulong, can you let me go?" Duanmu yawang reminded coldly, "it doesn't seem so good to carry a woman's collar like this!"

Zhulong turned his eyes and stared at her, as if to stare her face out of two holes. His eyes were very uncomfortable.

Duanmuya glanced down the stage and saw the little white deer and Fang ruoxing soft lying on the chair. Her heart sank.

It should be the spiritual pressure just now that affected them.

She was worried and became more impatient with Zhulong. "Childe Zhulong might as well go and see Mr. Qingming's injury instead of pestering me here."