But now is not the time to faint. Ningxia endured the severe pain and let the blood-dripping wings fall naturally. The blood dripped on the ground with the sliding of the wings. After a while, the ground was bright red and a thin layer was spread.

Lu Wei has changed back then. Obviously, his conscious struggle has not succeeded. The whole bird began to attack "suicide" again. Ningxia could not dodge and was forced to get hit for a few times, and almost knocked her out.

"What do she want to do?" Ah Ming, not far away, narrowed his eyes and murmured to himself in confusion.

"Hmph, I don't know if I live or die, but I still want to beat me after being injured like that." Zhang Ying snorted coldly, as if she was very disdainful of Ningxia's behavior, but her words were filled with sourness.

"We should go against the current practice. It is really respectable for a white boy to achieve this." Ah Ming ignored the awkward childhood friend who was having trouble at this time.

"What else can she do in this state? Just take advantage of her opponent's unconsciousness. If she met me, she would have lost long ago..." Zhang Ying said angrily.

Zhang Ying lost. He completely lost the battle with his childhood friend and lost the qualification to advance to the next game. He was in a bad mood and saw that a white boy could participate in the fourth round of the battle, he felt even more awkward in his heart when he saw that he was so arrogant.

"But you have lost." A Mingyi said with a slight dialect. Not only did he talk about Zhang Ying losing to him, but he also said that Zhang Ying was not as good as Ningxia.

In the same stalemate, Zhang Ying easily admitted defeat, but Ningxia was able to persist until now, even if she suffered such severe injuries, even if she faced an unbeatable opponent.

Zhang Ying understood what her childhood friend said, and then left without looking back.

"Don't you look?" Seeing that the other party did not turn around, he shook his head, knowing that the guy couldn't stand his self-esteem, so he followed him speechlessly.

"No matter who wins this game, I'm afraid I won't have any more energy. You won't meet any of them, so what else can I see?" he said angrily.

Aming looked helplessly at the back of the young man who was getting more and more anxious, sighed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth for the first time: "The guy who speaks right and wrong." He obviously cared very much.

He turned around and looked at Dingbi's doll stage from afar, then slowly walked away, and walked towards the direction of the little girl.

Amin had time to not understand why Zhang Ying liked to pay attention to other people's affairs so much, just like the other party didn't understand why he didn't like directors, and no one could convince anyone.

However, they are so different, but they have one and very similar concern, that is, they are staring at the strong. They all yearn for the strong, challenge the strong, and hope that one day they can become stronger. They are indeed on the road to the strong.

Just as they embarked on the road of fate, they met Ningxia, a non-routine who should be the weak but refused to show weakness, was not strong but surpassed the strong. This made them confused.

But Zhang Ying, who was walking in front, had another world in his heart.

Although he said something he didn't care about, he was secretly competing in his heart. He cared about the white boy very much, just like his childhood friend, and was just a white boy.

He didn't understand why... why could a white boy achieve this? He stopped and turned around and walked around the dove platform.

"..." Amin followed in silence.

"I...I just went to see how miserable that Baizi died."

Ningxia never thought of losing. Since she has reached this point, she has suffered a lot of pain, so this blood cannot be in vain.

She inserted her claw into the stone slab laid on the Bidou platform and dug out a small piece of it with difficulty. The stone soaked in blood showed red from the inside, and a layer of golden light appeared slightly from the outside. While she was distracted from avoiding the opponent's attack.

Ningxia took a deep breath, poured the demonic power into the stone, and guided the subtle power to outline a rough pattern in the stone. She was already familiar with this pattern, but she rarely succeeded in the past ten years. I hope this time can be a lucky one.

The golden patterns quickly formed and grew stronger in the stones, forming a mysterious magnetic field. At this time, the stones in Ningxia's hands appeared, and everyone present was stagnant for a moment, immersed in the solemnity of that moment.

For some reason, something hidden in their bloodline had a certain degree of throbbing at that moment.

When they looked at Ningxia in surprise, she was holding a brick-red stone in her hand, with a smooth texture, natural and smooth. The golden veins were scattered on it, and it looked a bit like natural patterns.

Ningxia has not forgotten the main business yet. Just now, this guy gave her several times while she was in the procession. Those places are still hot and she dared not look at them, for fear of seeing anything terrible.

Oh, man, when did you wake up? When Ningxia posed for a pose and prepared to clean up the person on the other side, she was stunned.

Well, he had woken up with those pairs of inspiring eyes. Ningxia couldn't help but be alert. This one with a long brain is harder to deal with than a short brain.

However, she was not afraid because of the fire formation. What was she afraid of? One came and one came and two came and two came and one went. Ningxia was holding a strange red stone, facing Lu Wei.

"Boy from the Lu family, don't you admit defeat? Once the things in her hand are activated, your life will be lost." The referee who had been silent actually spoke out. His eyes never left the stones held by Ningxia, with a complicated expression.

Lu Wei's face changed rapidly, with blue colors intertwined, and the veins in his neck beat violently for a few times. The blood scab that had already condensed burst and kept oozing out of blood. His wings shook violently for a few times, lowered his head, and finally lifted his lips: "I lost."

Lu Wei woke up when the light suddenly appeared, remembering everything he had just now. He remembered that he was injured by a white boy, and how he was fooled by the uncontrollable self. He was not far from anger, and he was furious, and he was full of emotions in his heart, as if he was about to explode.

At that moment, he really wanted to rush up and tear Ningxia into pieces, even if he would be killed. But he finally regained his reason and gave up humiliatingly.

Even if he was taller than the sky, he dared not say that he could easily defeat the spiritual weapon in Ningxia's hand. Yes, the spiritual weapon, a white boy actually created a powerful spiritual weapon on the spot.

The referee's abnormality was the last straw that crushed him. Even the other party thought that if this continued, he would be killed by this white boy?

Is he crazy, or is this world crazy?

Ha? A white boy? Such a guy turned out to be a white boy.
Chapter completed!