Chapter 135： Decisive battle

In the afternoon, the much-anticipated finals will begin.

Jiang Du met a man on the way to the imperial capital performance field.

Silently, a small note was about to fall on Jiang Du's body, but Qin Ran suddenly shot at this moment and instantly grabbed the opponent's wrist.

"What are you doing?" Qin Ran squinted his eyes, and a murderous intent slowly appeared in his cold eyes.

Jiang Du didn't even feel anything. At this time, Qin Ran shot, Jiang Du only noticed and looked at this old man like ordinary people.

"I..." The old man was speechless. He did not expect that he would be caught on the spot if he came to post this note by himself.

Because a few people were walking, it was only a moment, this note could be pasted on the collar of Jiang Du's back.

Jiang Du stretched out his hand and fumbled out the note, only to see that it read: "Lose, live! Win, die!"

Qin Ran looked at this note and said thoughtfully: "The Long Family?"

Now that the old man saw that he had been exposed, he was simply not talking nonsense.

"The old man just wants to remind this kid that some people are not something he can provoke." The old man said lightly.

Qin Ran smiled, then lightly patted the old man's chest with a palm, and even the old man did not respond.

But his face changed a lot, but then it became a little strange because he felt that nothing had happened to him.

"Some people are not something you can afford." Qin Ran gave these words to the old man again, and then released the old man.

Several people continued to walk towards the national martial arts field.

The old man looked at the backs of a few people, and smiled disdainfully. Just you, our Long family can't afford it. What can I do if I'm caught? Isn't he just letting me go? He didn't even dare to use a finger Move me.

"I hope you are acquainted." The old man murmured to himself, and then walked toward the front.

But just after a dozen steps, his face suddenly distorted, and explosions continued to be heard from his body.

"puff!"

Finally, the old man squirted out a mouthful of blood, his breath was so weak that he was dying, his face was extremely pale.

"God!"

Looking at the voice with disbelief, how could that young girl be the God Transformation Realm?

"puff!"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and he felt that his heart seemed to be broken, and he didn't dare to stay for a long time, and he almost ran towards the hospital not far away.

"Will you die?" Jiang Du glanced at Qin Ran and asked nonchalantly.

"It won't run quickly," Qin Ran said lightly.

Jiang Du nodded, he shouldn't die.

Jiang Du took the note and looked at it again, then laughed dumbfounded, rubbed his palms, and the note burned directly into a dust.

Martial arts field!

Because today is the finals, I heard that the price of scalper tickets has doubled again.

Anyway, Jiang Du looked into his eyes, all of them were people.

Before the finals, according to the process, the leaders of the Martial Arts Association and other leaders must speak, and Jiang Du silently cooperated with the staff's scheduling.

The speech begins!

We dare not mention a leader, we dare not say.

"Everyone..."

The leader started a long talk.

One leader after another began to speak one after another, for more than an hour, Jiang Duzhi was so sleepy that his eyes were fighting.

At this time, Liangjunshi was going crazy, the host of Liangjunshi.

"Hello everyone, this is Yangjun City TV Station! Liangjun City TV Station! After several days of wonderful competitions, the National Talented Warriors League jointly organized by the National Warrior Association and the National Warrior Education Committee officially entered the finals today. Among them, the finalists are Our peerless genius Jiang Du from Liangjun City will face the genius Long Yun of the imperial capital. In addition, the first game is the genius disciple Shanhui from Dalin Temple in the former province who will face Qian Rufei, the genius of the magic capital. Jiang was born alone in the countryside and family. Poverty, at a young age..."

Many young people in Liangjun City are doing nothing today, just lying in front of the computer eagerly, waiting for this game.

Including Internet cafes, what else is there to play games, even if you eat chicken now and then hang up, don't say open up, you won't be beaten by heaven because everyone is watching live broadcast.

Soon, there was a lot of scolding in the live broadcast, because the speech was really stinky and long, making people impatient to wait.

Finally, with the end of the speech.

The elder of the National Martial Arts Association finally said loudly: "The Finals of the National Talented Warriors League officially begins now!"

The scene was cheered, and the referee finally walked to the martial arts field again.

"The first game, Shanhui VS Demon Capital Qian Rufei!"

Shanhui's face was still pale, but he had come to this point, and there was nothing to give up, so he steadily walked towards the martial arts field.

Qian Rufei also walked up, the two stood still, and their aura rose, but it was obvious that Shanhui was very weak and the two were not at the same level at present.

"You are not my opponent right now." Qian Rufei shook her head and told the truth.

"Amitabha, the poor monk knows!" Shanhui said kindly.

"Game start!"

Shanhui condensed slightly, and then shouted: "Fuck the devil!"

This time, the Buddha figure in the sky was much smaller.

But before Shanhui attacked Qian Rufei, Qian Rufei snorted.

"The law imprisoned!"

"Jinding!"

Two magic spells came in an instant, and a huge golden tripod directly hit Shanhui's body.

Shanhui vomited a mouthful of blood, and her body was knocked away several meters away.

But he still relied on the last trace of strength, in the sky, the imaginary Buddha pointed a finger towards Qian Rufei.

"shield!"

In front of Qian Rufei, layers of shields continued to appear, but in a few seconds, dozens of earth shields had gathered in front of Qian Rufei.

The golden fingers came, and the earth shields shattered one by one, and the fingers were also shattered.

Finally the two canceled each other out, Qian Rufei didn't make any more moves, just looked at Shanhui quietly.

"Amitabha Buddha, I surrender, thank you for the money donor."

Shanhui whispered.

Qian Rufei nodded.

"Qian Rufei wins!" the referee said loudly.

At this time, there was already a voice in the audience.

"Jian Du!"

"Jian Du!"

"Jian Du!"

From small to loud, the whole audience was calling Jiang Du's name in the end, as if overwhelming.

Long Yun looked at all the audience with a gloomy expression, and then his gaze turned towards Jiang Du.

Jiang Du raised his eyebrows and made a decapitating gesture to Long Yun.

"Ha ha ha..." Long Yun let out a hoarse laugh.

Then the two instantly appeared on the martial arts field.

In the sky, dark clouds gathered, and the already gloomy weather was covered by a large cloud at this time.

Drops of rain appeared in the sky.

"It's raining……"