Xinxie's brows were slightly frowned. When he saw Yu Chan suddenly arriving, he quickly opened his brows and looked at Yu Chan secretly. Yu Chan came to him now and must have something big to do, and he just hoped
Just don't let the idea that this bottomless woman comes up with be too bad.
"I bet that your junior brother will not lose. Do you dare to bet with me?" Yu Chan asked with a smile and raised an eyebrow.
Xinxie was startled for a moment and then said, "That's why you came to me? You really have a leisurely mind."
"Don't talk nonsense, just talk about whether you dare to gamble or not." Yu Chan put away the smile in her eyes. The confidence she had just established was not very strong. Xinxie's worried look made her feel guilty again.
"What do you want to bet on?" Xin Xie asked absentmindedly. How could he have the mind to do such boring things now? Yuchan was just a great fairy concubine. If her cultivation had been any lower, he would have glared at her and chased her away.
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Yuchan, who left happily, was not so energetic when she came back.
Immortal Xiaoyao was a little surprised and asked, "He didn't bet with you?"
Yu Chan said with a bit of pity, "I bet. I made a big bet, but he still bet with me."
Xiaoyao Xianjun understood that if Xinxie still dared to bet after placing a heavy bet, he must be very unfavorable about Langxing, and Yuchan was depressed because of this.
"What big bet did you place?" he asked curiously.
"Accompany each other to take an adventure." Yu Chan said with a bit of fierceness.
Xiaoyao Xianjun doesn't need to ask anymore. The stakes are heavy enough. Anything worth taking for these two people must be extremely dangerous. It's not much different from gambling on life.
The two camps once again presented a scene of one happy and one sad. One side was looking forward to night falling earlier, while the other side was hoping that time would pass slower, and they were trying to come up with some strategies to deal with it.
When it comes to time, there is no use in hoping. Night will definitely come on time.
As soon as it got dark, the Dongmenzhou side formed a formation and started calling for battle, while the Nanjingzhou side responded with silence because Langxing was still meditating.
The moon has risen, and the shouts from the East Nightmare Continent have become louder, but there is no other way except urging and ridiculing, because in order to leave ample time for themselves to wait for the arrival of the wonderful sound, they mumbled
They only said that the time would be changed to the evening, but no specific time was set. Both parties knew this very well. Nanjingzhou didn't care about it at the time, and now they shouldn't push it too far.
When the moon was in the middle of the sky, Emperor Zhenxie, Miaoyin and others came to wait in front of the formation in person. The faces of everyone in Nanjingzhou were a little ugly. No matter whether they won or lost, if they continued to waste their time, they would only increase others' prestige and destroy their own spirit.
At this moment, the magic circle that attracted everyone's attention quietly opened, and Lang Xing walked towards the battlefield with a calm face. His pace was very leisurely, one step at a time, no more, no less, leaving behind again a string of blue
The footprints are of the same color and arranged neatly.
Miaoyin immediately followed her and flew into the battlefield, her clothes and hair fluttering, and her posture was as beautiful as a dream in the moonlight.
"good!"
Both camps burst into applause at the same time. These two people really deserve everyone's applause.
The duel between the two strongest men on the continent actually took place between two monks who were both over a thousand years old and in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Naturally, everyone could not help but feel various emotions in their hearts. Some were resentful of God's injustice, some were discouraged and frustrated, and some were envious.
There are those who are dissatisfied and dissatisfied... But these thoughts were temporarily suppressed by the nervousness. Everyone opened their eyes and waited for this peak battle.
Just like the battle, this scene is also a setting
The three-thousand-mile isolation circle blocked sound and spiritual consciousness, and everyone could only watch the battle with their eyes.
Zhixia came to Su Wan at this time, and the two of them reached out and held hands together. Both extremely nervous people needed to find support.
"He didn't look back." Zhixia said, looking at Lang Xing on the battlefield.
"Yes!" Su Wan responded solemnly. She could understand the meaning of Zhixia's words. He didn't look back, which meant that Lang Xing went to the battlefield with the confidence to win. If he turned back, then there would be
The last look meant farewell, at least it showed that confidence was no longer enough.
Although the mutual encouragement between the two people was effective, it was ultimately of no use in relieving tension. No matter how confident Lang Xing was, it was the opponent's fighting strength that determined the outcome of the battle.
"If..." Su Wan's eyes flashed with cruelty, "If he dies in the battle, I want to accompany him, but don't stop me then. Xiang'er, the others, and my disciples will
I rely on you to take more care of me."
"Don't say depressing words!" Zhixia had to look away from the battlefield and gave her a complicated look.
Su Wan pursed her lips with a look of determination on her face.
Zhixia said nothing more and turned her gaze to the battlefield. She could see that no one could persuade Su Wan like this, so she simply stopped trying. These two were destined to be entangled in life and death. To be honest,
, she admired Su Wan for being able to give up his cultivation as a feather to follow Lang Xing. This was not something ordinary people could do. Before, she felt that Xun Yi's death for Su Wan was not worth it, but now she feels that Xun Yi's death was not a loss at all.
.
In the magic circle, the two of them stopped five thousand feet apart.
Miaoyin said with a relaxed smile, "My true cultivation level is higher than that of the mid-stage Nascent Soul, so it's up to you to make the first move." In this kind of duel, you still abide by the rules of practice based on differences in cultivation level. This is quite acceptable.
.
Lang Xing also said with a smile, "Since we have been chosen to be sent to this battlefield, we must all be extraordinary. My cultivation level is also higher than the mid-stage Nascent Soul. No one is welcome. Let's take action together."
"If you lose, you must keep your promise and tell me the details of your discussion with Emperor Yuming." Miaoyin leisurely raised her right hand, pinched a spell and pointed it at Langxing.
Lang Xing smiled and shook his head and said, "I never promised you this. Instead, I have to remind you that if you lose, I will teach that bastard senior brother of yours a lesson."
Miaoyin frowned slightly with displeasure and said, "I promised you not to kill me, are you still ungrateful?"
Lang Xing opened a smile with disdain and said, "I appreciate it, but I'm afraid you are not qualified to make such a promise in front of me. I don't want to take advantage of your underestimation, so I want to remind you that it's best to give your
Use all your skills to avoid regrets."
Miaoyin became even more displeased, and she lowered her face and said, "Then just come. Since you refuse to agree, I have no choice but to search your soul."
"Ha!" Lang
I’ll teach you a lesson.”
Miaoyin curled her lips, her eyes became sharp, and a vague rune appeared behind her.
"Come on!" Lang Xing shouted, using the phantom movement technique to rush forward!
Miaoyin also used her own movement skills, seemingly flying gracefully and slowly, but that was just an illusion. In fact, her speed was no slower than Lang Xing!
The freaks from the two continents are finally going to show off! Xinxie's brows were slightly frowned. Seeing Yu Chan's sudden arrival, he hurriedly opened his brows and secretly looked at Yu Chan warily. Yu Chan came to him at this moment.
There must be something important to do to force him to do it. He just hoped that the idea that this woman with no bottom line came up with wouldn't be too bad.
"I bet that your junior brother will not lose. Do you dare to bet with me?" Yu Chan asked with a smile and raised an eyebrow.
Xinxie was startled for a moment and then said, "That's why you came to me? You really have a leisurely mind."
"Don't talk nonsense, just talk about whether you dare to gamble or not." Yu Chan put away the smile in her eyes. The confidence she had just established was not very strong. Xinxie's worried look made her feel guilty again.
"What do you want to bet on?" Xin Xie asked absentmindedly. How could he have the mind to do such boring things now? Yuchan was just a great fairy concubine. If her cultivation had been any lower, he would have glared at her and chased her away.
??
Yuchan, who left happily, was not so energetic when she came back.
Immortal Xiaoyao was a little surprised and asked, "He didn't bet with you?"
Yu Chan said with a bit of pity, "I bet. I made a big bet, but he still bet with me."
Xiaoyao Xianjun understood that if Xinxie still dared to bet after placing a heavy bet, he must be very unfavorable about Langxing, and Yuchan was depressed because of this.
"What big bet did you place?" he asked curiously.
"Accompany each other to take an adventure." Yu Chan said with a bit of fierceness.
Xiaoyao Xianjun doesn't need to ask anymore. The stakes are heavy enough. Anything worth taking for these two people must be extremely dangerous. It's not much different from gambling on life.
The two camps once again presented a scene of one happy and one sad. One side was looking forward to night falling earlier, while the other side was hoping that time would pass slower, and they were trying to come up with some strategies to deal with it.
When it comes to time, there is no use in hoping. Night will definitely come on time.
As soon as it got dark, the Dongmenzhou side formed a formation and started calling for battle, while the Nanjingzhou side responded with silence because Langxing was still meditating.
The moon has risen, and the shouts from the East Nightmare Continent have become louder, but there is no other way except urging and ridiculing, because in order to leave ample time for themselves to wait for the arrival of the wonderful sound, they mumbled
They only said that the time would be changed to the evening, but no specific time was set. Both parties knew this very well. Nanjingzhou didn't care about it at the time, and now they shouldn't push it too far.
When the moon was in the middle of the sky, Emperor Zhenxie, Miaoyin and others came to wait in front of the formation in person. The faces of everyone in Nanjingzhou were a little ugly. No matter whether they won or lost, if they continued to waste their time, they would only increase others' prestige and destroy their own spirit.
At this moment, the magic circle that attracted everyone's attention quietly opened, and Lang Xing walked towards the battlefield with a calm face. His pace was very leisurely, one step at a time, no more, no less, leaving behind again a string of blue
The footprints are of the same color and arranged neatly.
Miaoyin immediately followed her and flew into the battlefield, her clothes and hair fluttering, and her posture was as beautiful as a dream in the moonlight.
"good!"
Both camps burst into applause at the same time. These two people really deserve everyone's applause.
The duel between the two strongest men on the continent actually took place between two monks who were both over a thousand years old and in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Naturally, everyone could not help but feel various emotions in their hearts. Some were resentful of God's injustice, some were discouraged and frustrated, and some were envious.
There are those who are dissatisfied and dissatisfied... But these thoughts were temporarily suppressed by the nervousness. Everyone opened their eyes and waited for this peak battle.
Just like the battle, this scene is also a setting
The three-thousand-mile isolation circle blocked sound and spiritual consciousness, and everyone could only watch the battle with their eyes.
Zhixia came to Su Wan at this time, and the two of them reached out and held hands together. Both extremely nervous people needed to find support.
"He didn't look back." Zhixia said, looking at Lang Xing on the battlefield.
"Yes!" Su Wan responded solemnly. She could understand the meaning of Zhixia's words. He didn't look back, which meant that Lang Xing went to the battlefield with the confidence to win. If he turned back, then there would be
The last look meant farewell, at least it showed that confidence was no longer enough.
Although the mutual encouragement between the two people was effective, it was ultimately of no use in relieving tension. No matter how confident Lang Xing was, it was the opponent's fighting strength that determined the outcome of the battle.
"If..." Su Wan's eyes flashed with cruelty, "If he dies in the battle, I want to accompany him, but don't stop me then. Xiang'er, the others, and my disciples will
I rely on you to take more care of me."
"Don't say depressing words!" Zhixia had to look away from the battlefield and gave her a complicated look.
Su Wan pursed her lips with a look of determination on her face.
Zhixia said nothing more and turned her gaze to the battlefield. She could see that no one could persuade Su Wan like this, so she simply stopped trying. These two were destined to be entangled in life and death. To be honest,
, she admired Su Wan for being able to give up his cultivation as a feather to follow Lang Xing. This was not something ordinary people could do. Before, she felt that Xun Yi's death for Su Wan was not worth it, but now she feels that Xun Yi's death was not a loss at all.
.
In the magic circle, the two of them stopped five thousand feet apart.
Miaoyin said with a relaxed smile, "My true cultivation level is higher than that of the mid-stage Nascent Soul, so it's up to you to make the first move." In this kind of duel, you still abide by the rules of practice based on differences in cultivation level. This is quite acceptable.
.
Lang Xing also said with a smile, "Since we have been chosen to be sent to this battlefield, we must all be extraordinary. My cultivation level is also higher than the mid-stage Nascent Soul. No one is welcome. Let's take action together."
"If you lose, you must keep your promise and tell me the details of your discussion with Emperor Yuming." Miaoyin leisurely raised her right hand, pinched a spell and pointed it at Langxing.
Lang Xing smiled and shook his head and said, "I never promised you this. Instead, I have to remind you that if you lose, I will teach that bastard senior brother of yours a lesson."
Miaoyin frowned slightly with displeasure and said, "I promised you not to kill me, are you still ungrateful?"
Lang Xing opened a smile with disdain and said, "I appreciate it, but I'm afraid you are not qualified to make such a promise in front of me. I don't want to take advantage of your underestimation, so I want to remind you that it's best to give your
Use all your skills to avoid regrets."
Miaoyin became even more displeased, and she lowered her face and said, "Then just come. Since you refuse to agree, I have no choice but to search your soul."
"Ha!" Lang
I’ll teach you a lesson.”
Miaoyin curled her lips, her eyes became sharp, and a vague rune appeared behind her.
"Come on!" Lang Xing shouted, using the phantom movement technique to rush forward!
Miaoyin also used her own movement skills, seemingly flying gracefully and slowly, but that was just an illusion. In fact, her speed was no slower than Lang Xing!
Chapter completed!