Chapter 492 I, Ling Tian, ??win Yunzhou! [Three Chapters]
Phew!
Ling Tian spat out blood. On his chest, the suit was completely torn open with a large hole. The skin with the steel-white halo split open and opened a two-foot-long hole. Bones were clearly visible, and blood gushed out. After a while,
, and a piece of it flowed out.
If it weren't for the toughness of Ling Tian's steel body, the remaining sword energy would be enough to tear Ling Tian into two pieces.
Ling Tian fell to the ground, creating a crack that spread crazily on the ground. His face was extremely pale. The Jinghong Sword was still shining brightly, but in the end it came out of his hand and fell far away.
On the other side, amid the flying dust, Yun Yang was also in an extremely embarrassed state. This was the first time since he was born that he had suffered such a serious injury. The blue armor on his body had been shattered, revealing a piece of white inner armor, but the inner armor was only covered with cracks.
His chest was protected.
From his left shoulder to his abdomen, there was a horrific sword wound, with blood gushing out. He covered the wound and kept coughing, spitting out blood every time he coughed.
Both sides suffer!
All over the mountains and plains, tens of thousands of pairs of spectators were watching the battle in front of them. They were all silent, stunned and speechless, completely speechless.
The brutality of this battle really exceeded everyone's expectations.
"Hehehe, the winner is still me!"
Yun Yang's face was covered with blood, but he held the handle of the knife with both hands, a fierce cold light in his eyes, and stood up from the edge of the ruins of the arena bit by bit.
Ling Tian's strong defense made him slightly shocked.
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Even though he was protected by numerous defensive treasures, he was severely injured, but Ling Tian still survived under this knife.
Ling Tian's consciousness became increasingly blurred. With the sword strike just now, he did not choose to use the Splitting Divine Sword to shock Yun Yang's mind.
Instead, he chose to be stubborn. He just wanted to see if he could win with all his strength and sword power!
He used his spiritual thoughts to control the 100,000 sword shadows and has not yet withdrawn them. Now that his vitality has been exhausted, his spiritual thoughts have also dried up. In addition, his body is filled with the crazy and raging Kirigakure sword intention. He can still struggle not to fall.
It's a miracle.
At the moment, there is no doubt that Ling Tian, who has lost his weapon, is in a very bad situation. Once he falls, he will definitely not be able to get up. Yun Yang who stands up will be the final winner of this martial arts competition.
Holding the knife in both hands, Yun Yang stood up tremblingly, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. He walked step by step in front of Ling Tian.
"Ling Tian, your journey ends here. I warned you that if you go against me, you will not end well. Die!"
After saying that, Yun Yang held the Kirigakure knife high and aimed at Ling Tian's neck, intending to chop it down.
At such a distance, Ling Tian has lost any resistance. Even if the Kirigakure Sword cannot exert a trace of sword energy, it is still enough to kill Ling Tian.
At this time, the two of them were no longer invincible nobles, but mortals who had exhausted all their strength.
"Ling Tian..."
"No, don't!"
Under the ring, Zhang Kaifeng and others got up from the ground. When they saw the scene in the distance, their eyes widened with anger.
Yun Yang clearly wanted to kill people by doing this.
"Ling Tian, surrender quickly, Cheng Sanjin, the competition is over!"
Li Ke stood up in shock. Seeing that Cheng Sanjin looked cold and indifferent, he was about to fly off the ring, but was stopped by Xin Mao and Xiao Sheng together.
"Master Li, it's against the rules for you to go down!"
The whole audience sighed loudly, thinking that Ling Tian was about to be killed by Yun Yang on the ring. Ling Tian's drooped head suddenly lifted up, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was still surging.
"Really? You lose, right? I still have a sword, Jinghong!"
A heartbreaking sound, as if it was squeezed out with all one's strength, came out of Ling Tian's throat.
Zheng!
The sound was not loud, but there was a loud sword cry, like a dragon's roar, rising in response, echoing between the heaven and the earth, everywhere, deafening.
It seems to be ringing from the farthest horizon, as if floating in my ears.
It’s Jinghong!
Although it was blown away by the collapse, it was always there and never left.
Accompanied by the resounding sound of the sword, the Jinghong Sword rose into the air and turned into a stream of light, like a light golden arrow with bright lightning, shooting towards Yun Yang!
"What!?"
puff!
The sword shot out of the air like a stream of light. Yun Yang, who raised the Hidden Mist Sword, screamed in surprise, his pupils widened, but he had no time to move and was hit in the chest by the Jinghong Sword!
Accompanied by the sound of the inner armor shattering, the Jinghong Sword wrapped around Yun Yang's body, and amidst the screams in the sky, it was shot directly down the ring!
For a moment, the square was filled with the sound of breathing.
"Well..."
With a bang, the Jinghong Sword slammed Yun Yang to the ground. The blade was powerful and firmly embedded in Yun Yang's inner armor, but it only penetrated three fingers, and it was difficult to get an inch further.
Yun Yang's face suddenly turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his already weak aura suddenly became weak. He held the Jinghong Sword tightly, but no matter what, he could not pull it out. At this time, the Jinghong Sword
Like a swordsman who just wants to kill him.
Plop!
At the same time, on the ring, Ling Tian, who was covered in gold and blood, finally fell down.
"I, Ling Tian, aspire to win the title of Yunzhou!"
Ling Tian let out a lung-piercing hiss, and a domineering cry surged from his throat, echoing in the square, making people feel horrified.
"Your Majesty!"
The moment Yun Yang fell, Cheng Sanjin flew over and pulled out the Jinghong. Blood spurted out from Yun Yang's chest, and he was completely unconscious.
Cheng Sanjin's face turned pale and he quickly checked. When he found that the Jinghong Sword was stuck in the inner armor and that Yun Yang was only seriously injured and his life was not in danger, he couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"The winner is Ling Tian!"
Although he was extremely reluctant, Cheng Sanjin still had no choice but to announce that this martial arts conference was over.
A moment later, a shocking uproar echoed across the square. Everyone, without exception, stared at this scene in stunned amazement. No one had expected this.
In that flash of lightning, between life and death, the outcome was reversed.
Seeing that Ling Tian was about to be beheaded, he never expected that Ling Tian's Rainbow Sword could attack on its own and nail Yun Yang off the ring.
Although Ling Tian also fell, one was on the ring and the other was nailed under the ring.
Who wins and who loses can be clearly seen at a glance.
This battle was really too shocking. Even though the victory was decided now, no one spoke except for the exclamations.