After hearing Holy Lord Xuantian's words, Holy Son Xuantian almost stumbled and fell to the ground as he rushed up to "battle" Ji Congxin for three hundred rounds.
His face was ugly, and he suddenly felt extremely distressed. His secret technique...his poison-preventing orb...
At this moment, Ji Congxin heard the voice of Holy Lord Yaoguang, "Feng'er, restrain your strength. The opponent is coming from far away. It won't look good if you lose. Don't win against Holy Son Xuantian. Let's draw with him."
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Just listening to the words transmitted by the message, one can tell that Holy Lord Yaoguang is in a good mood.
And Ji Congxin was shocked by the words of Holy Lord Yaoguang, why did she stop?
Facing the Holy Son Xuantian who rushed forward, he couldn't help but strike harder.
The seemingly powerful Holy Son Xuantian was knocked away, with blood splattering three feet upward from his mouth.
"The battle is coming to an end, and Holy Son Xuantian's defeat has been decided."
"The Holy Son of Yaoguang is so powerful. It seems that Yaoguang can continue to be brilliant in the future."
"I heard that Holy Son Yaoguang hasn't been engaged yet. He seems to be a good match. I don't know if my granddaughter can do it. I'll come back and talk to Holy Lord Yaoguang."
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In the spectator seats, many monks made their conclusions, and now everyone can see the result.
Ji Congxin was shocked by his strength. Is the Holy Son Xuantian weak? Of course not, otherwise he would not be able to secure his position as the Holy Son. But Ji Congxin went in reverse to attack the immortal and was defeated so simply.
When a low realm defeats a high realm, it rarely occurs and is called a retrograde defeat of immortals.
"There is a successor to Yaoguang Holy Land!" The Holy Lord of Daoyi Holy Land said to Holy Lord Yaoguang, with a trace of envy in his eyes. Who wouldn't want such a holy son?
I originally thought that after the divine body was deposed, Fluctlight would have no successor. Unexpectedly, within a few years, a new holy son would rise up, no less powerful than the former divine body.
"Brother Taoist, that's ridiculous." Holy Lord Yaoguang said modestly, but everyone could hear the happiness in his words.
At the same time, he continued to transmit messages to Ji Congxin. Seeing that Ji Congxin had dealt a heavy hand to Holy Son Xuantian just now, he thought that Ji Congxin did not understand what he meant.
"Don't defeat Holy Son Xuantian, I have already reached a deal with Holy Lord Xuantian."
Ji Congxin was moved. She glanced at Holy Son Xuantian, then raised her head to look at Holy Lord Yaoguang who was smiling at him. The expressionless Holy Lord Xuantian instantly understood what was going on.
I want to laugh in my heart.
It seems that this time he must be forced to draw.
Holy Son Xuantian is really powerful and stable. In order to achieve a draw, he attacks both himself and Holy Lord Yaoguang at the same time. Even if he has the strength, he has to compromise.
How awesome!
Even if you have the strength, you won't be able to show it.
Ji Congxin sighed in her heart.
He rushed forward and was about to fight Holy Son Xuantian for three hundred rounds, and then there would be no winner or loser.
However, before he could rush in front of Holy Son Xuantian, Holy Son Xuantian suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood, his face was like gold paper.
The body was swaying, as if a gust of wind could blow it over.
"No way... Holy Son Xuantian was defeated without taking action, right?"
Ji Congxin thought worriedly.
He rushed forward, exchanged palms with Holy Son Xuantian, and a gentle divine power was injected into Holy Son Xuantian's body.
Holy Son Xuantian's expression changed. What did Ji Congxin want to do?
Are you going to use cruel means to secretly destroy him?
Worried in his heart, he immediately used his divine power to protect himself and pursue and intercept the spiritual power that entered his body.
However, the next moment he suddenly realized that Ji Congxin's spiritual power had no destructive power. Its only effect was to warm his limbs and repair his injuries.
Holy Son Xuantian could not help but feel angry. What did this mean?
So humiliating him?
How can there be such a big battle in the world? Halfway through the battle, the enemy helps the other party heal his wounds.
"Ouyang Feng!"
Holy Son Xuantian's black hair was flying and he was gnashing his teeth. Everyone could see that his anger had reached its peak.
He stared at Ji Congxin as if he were staring at the enemy who destroyed his sect and killed his mentor.
However, he did not block that divine power and let it help him heal his injuries, making his face look a little better.
In the meantime, be careful and guard against chaos caused by that divine power.
The two stopped talking and started fighting.
However, the ensuing battle surprised everyone in the audience.
The two of them were evenly matched, and neither could do anything to the other!
"What's going on? Holy Son Xuantian seems to have suddenly become stronger. Is he using some secret technique?"
"The aura of Holy Son of Light seems to be much weaker than before. What happened?"
"There is blood on the corner of Holy Son Yaoguang's mouth. He pressed Holy Son Xuantian before and beat him. I speculate that he used some kind of forbidden technique that can temporarily enhance his strength. Now that time has passed, the forbidden technique has failed and has not completely eliminated Holy Son Xuantian.
, the situation has become like this.”
Some smart people began to think about the battle situation and analyzed it in a logical manner, making everyone around them nod.
"This is normal. I'm wondering how the Holy Son Yaoguang could be so powerful. He beat Holy Son Xuantian so hard that he couldn't fight back. It's not in line with common sense."
"Even so, Holy Son of Light is enough to defy the heavens. He is a legendary monster and can defeat enemies across borders."
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Many monks talked about it, and the battle had twists and turns.
I originally thought it was a one-off defeat or that Holy Son Xuantian won with difficulty, but I didn't expect that Ji Congxin was unreasonable and beat Holy Son Xuantian in front of many monks.
Just when they thought the battle was settled, another situation appeared where they were evenly matched.
The few people at the Holy Lord level suddenly lost their mood while watching the exciting fight below.
They looked at Ji Congxin and Holy Son Xuantian, then took a look at Holy Lord Yaoguang and Holy Lord Xuantian, and a mysterious smile couldn't help but appear on their lips.
However, they didn't say much. It was obvious that the two sides had reached a deal. If they broke it, they would have two enemies for nothing.
In the end, Ji Congxin and Xuantian Shengzi fought for 800 rounds without deciding the outcome. After a duel, they both fell off the ring.
Holy Son Xuantian knelt on one knee, his hair disheveled and his body covered in blood.
Ji Congxin also felt bad. His clothes were a bit messy and there was a lot of blood spitted out by Holy Son Xuantian on his body.
Holy Lord Xuantian and Holy Lord Yaoguang suddenly appeared beside the two of them, and the healing pills were fed into their bellies.
Ji Congxin didn't want to eat it. He was not hurt and it was a waste.
But Holy Lord Yaoguang stuffed it into his mouth and said through a message: "Perform the whole thing, otherwise no one will make a deal with you again."
Ji Congxin was speechless. It was enough to encounter this once, how could he expect to encounter it again? However, he did not resist and took the pill obediently.
"This Holy Lord declares that this battle is a draw."
Holy Lord Yaoguang announced the battle situation and announced that the battle between Ji Congxin and Holy Son Xuantian had come to an end.
As a result, no one expected that in general competitions, no matter what the process is, one party will always win and the other will lose.
Especially in the competition that represents the two holy places, we will do our best and will not give up until one side loses.
Draws rarely occur.
"Wait a minute, what happens to my gambling money?"
Suddenly someone shouted, and immediately countless people began to wail, and many people participated in the gambling game.
Either Ji Congxin wins, or Holy Son Xuantian is defeated.