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Wang Zuolin's Eagle Strike was divided into eight attacks, each attack being stronger than the previous one. When the seventh attack hit Long Xiao Yun, the powerful attack caused Long Xiao Yun to fly, and Long Xiao Yun was like a kite with its string cut, floating in the wind.

"Brother Yun!" Long Ziyuan no longer cared about the rules of the life and death battle. She wanted to force her way in and end this meaningless battle. However, Long Xiao Chuan's goal was to kill Long Xiao Yun, and he wouldn't let Long Zi Yuan in to cause trouble.

"Wait," Long Xiaochuan extended his hand to stop Long Ziyuan as he said with disdain, "Long Ziyuan, do you want to break the rules of this life and death challenge? "Before the competition is over, no one is allowed to enter!"

"Out of the way!" Long Ziyuan gave a low shout, and a cultivation at the first and fifth Layered Heavens erupted to the extreme! Even though Long Xiaochuan's cultivation was also at the first level fifth heaven, in front of the enraged Long Ziyuan, he had been completely defeated with a single palm!

"Aiyo! Long Ziyuan, you dare push me!" With Long Xiaochuan on the ground, he was extremely unwilling, so he ordered Long Biao, "Long Biao, stop her. No one is allowed to break the rules of the Life and Death Challenge!"

Long Biao didn't want to intervene, but Long Xiaochuan told him to act. If he didn't act, then Long Xiaochuan would hold a grudge. At the same time, the rules of the life and death challenge hadn't changed in tens of thousands of years. Therefore, Long Biao braced himself to stop Long Ziyuan. He apologetically said, "I'm sorry, Miss Ziyuan. You really can't go in!"

"Long Biao, do you want to stop me as well?" Long Ziyuan's face was filled with anger, just like a furious tigress. Her piercing gaze made it impossible for Long Biao to look her straight in the eyes!

"I'm sorry, Miss Ziyuan. This is the rule of the entire Eastern Continent. This subordinate has no other choice!" Long Biao lowered his head and said apologetically once again.

"Then don't blame me for being impolite!" Long Ziyuan's heart burned with impatience. She raised her hand and struck out with a palm towards Long Biao. But in front of Long Biao's cultivation of a third level first stage martial artist, Long Ziyuan's attack was like a slow motion. Long Biao had easily neutralized this palm strike, and with a twist of his body, he had subdued Long Ziyuan.

"Miss Zi Yuan, sorry for offending you!" In order to prevent her from causing more trouble, Long Biao had no choice but to give her a light tap on the nape of her neck. If his strength was just right, he could knock out Long Ziyuan without harming her core.

"You …" Long Ziyuan felt her entire body become powerless, and her vision became increasingly blurry. Soon, she fainted.

Long Biao shook his head. He extended his hand to greet a few people and said, "Men, bring Miss Zi Yuan back to the tent and take good care of her!"

"Well done, Long Biao. This time, you did well!" Long Xiao Chuan saw that Long Biao did not let him down and gave him a rare compliment.

"Thank you, young master!" Young master, forgive this subordinate for speaking too much. Long Xiao Yun has already lost, can this competition end now? " As long as Long Xiao Yun did not die, his responsibilities would not be too heavy.

"Humph!" Is that what you should do? " Long Xiaochuan gave Long Biao a fierce stare, then turned his head to look at the fallen Long Xiao Yun and said: "Since he is not dead yet, the competition will never end!"

"That's right, I'm not dead yet. How can this competition end!" A very weak, yet very firm voice came from the center of the field.

Hearing this, everyone present was stunned. Who would have thought that after receiving such a heavy blow, Long Xiao Yun would still be able to say such words. Especially Wang Zuolin, he didn't know why, but he suddenly felt guilty and uneasy in his heart. He clearly had the absolute advantage, but he couldn't stop his heart from beating faster.

Long Xiao Yun trembled as he stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a demonic smile, he looked around at the people around him, "Do you all think that I, Long Xiao Yun, will lose? Let me tell you, I, Long Xiao Yun, am the only one who can win today! "

"It can't be, it's already like this, why is Dragon Roar Yun still so arrogant?"

"This is not arrogance, this is tenacity. Don't give up at the last moment!"

"I think it's just an addiction. In the end, I'm still going to die!"

"No, looking at Long Xiao Yun's eyes, I've never seen that kind of expression before. Maybe he really can create a miracle!"

The audience began to talk about Long Xiao Yun's words with mixed feelings. Some people hoped that Long Xiao Yun would lose, but there were also people who hoped that he would win. Some people also hoped that the show would not end too soon.

"Cousin, don't be merciful anymore. Use your strongest killing move and finish him off with one strike!" Long Xiao Chuan also felt uneasy. In order to avoid any unexpected incidents, he reminded Wang Zuolin loudly.

Wang Zuolin took a deep breath, pointed his sword at Long Xiao Yun and said, "You are very arrogant, and very tenacious. You are the most unyielding opponent I, Wang Zuolin, have ever seen in my life, but no matter what, you will die!" I'm sorry! "

"Cut the crap!" Long Xiao Yun pulled his shirt over his chest, exposing his firm chest. He smiled and said to Wang Zuolin: "Come on, your grandfather is waiting here. Let's see who actually dies first."

"Hmph, die!" Wang Zuolin turned into a white shadow and pierced straight towards the Dragon Roar Cloud. If the first seven attacks could be said to be clone attacks, then this last attack was Wang Zuolin's main body attack, and also his most powerful attack!

The Dragon Roar could feel the Sword Qi approaching, but it did not make any dodging movements. Instead, it struck its chest directly.

"Puchi!" The unique sound of a sharp sword entering the body entered the ears of everyone present. The sharp blade pierced through Long Xiao Yun's chest and came out from his back. Drops of blood after droplets of the sword fell onto the dry sand.

"Long Xiao Yun, I, Wang Zuolin, admire you very much. However, since you were born in bad times, you are destined to die under my sword, so you can go with your heart at ease!" Wang Zuolin said with a bit of regret.

"Do you really think so?" Long Xiao Yun looked up, an unfathomable chaos surging in his eyes. Wang Zuolin had only glanced at Long Xiao Yun's eyes when he suddenly felt uncontrollably faint.

"Not good, there's something wrong with his eyes!" Wang Zuolin immediately realized that something was wrong, but he soon entered a state where he could not extricate himself. His expression became very nervous and terrified.

"I've waited so long for this chance. Wang Zuolin, you've been tricked!" Long Xiao Yun laughed sinisterly. In Wang Zuolin's eyes, Long Xiao Yun had turned into a naked death god in a black robe with a huge scythe in his hand. Countless ghosts and ghosts poured out from Long Xiao Yun's body and rushed towards Wang Zuolin.