After being kicked down by Yan Ting, Gu Feichun's useless leg felt severe pain again. He did not dare to press the leg and could only let it suffer. The finger bones of his right hand were broken, which meant that he could no longer use his right hand to fight.
Yan Ting made a final struggle.
Yan Ting struggled to get up from the ground. With Emperor Bodhi in his body, his recovery power was much stronger than that of Gu Feichun. Even if they were both seriously injured, it stands to reason that he would recover before Gu Feichun, but...
He was in the Tianyuan realm, and Gu Feichun was in the Yuanluo realm. Whether it was the purity of his energy or the strength of his physical body, Gu Feichun was slightly better than him. Although he could recover quickly from both serious injuries, his injuries were essentially more serious than Gu Feichun's.
"Huchi...huchi..." Yan Ting's face that was stained red by blood could no longer see any trace of joy or anger. He stood up, but his physical strength was on the verge of collapse. The meridians in his arms were almost torn during the battle with Gu Feichun. Now
He couldn't even lift objects weighing several dozen kilograms.
However, killing Gu Feichun is enough.
Dragging his seriously injured body, he walked towards Gu Feichun step by step, but just now the opposite scene was playing out.
Gu Feichun seemed to have sensed the approaching crisis, and let out a very weak groan, as if burning life, and he slowly got up.
Everyone has their own limits, and everyone can break them, especially when facing death. Gu Feichun's ability to enter the Zhulu Inner Court has proven that he has extraordinary talent, and although his will is not very strong, he is absolutely
It is not comparable to ordinary people. When death is approaching, he cannot wait to die.
"Chun'er!" Gu Xian's eyes turned pale and he thought softly.
As a strong man at the pinnacle of the Yuandao Realm and the deputy captain of the Zhulu Academy Law Enforcement Team, he has always been respected no matter where he goes in the past few decades, and the same is true for his son.
However, why did it become like this? His two favorite sons, one was deprived of the qualifications of the inner court by Yan Ting in the outer court, and the other was engaged in a life-and-death struggle with Yan Ting on this stage. He should have been in the powerful Yuan Luo realm.
Crush Yan Ting, but now both sides suffer losses, and they have to fight with their lives to get a glimmer of hope of survival.
He was heartbroken!
Bang!
Yan Ting grabbed Gu Feichun's shirt and hit him on the nose with his fist. Blood gushed from Gu Feichun's nostrils and he staggered back. He used the will squeezed from his life to force himself not to fall. He knew that once he fell, he would die.
However, with his right finger bone already broken, how could he beat Yan Ting with just his left hand? Both of them could no longer lift their feet, and even moving had to be dragged along.
Time passed minute by minute, and for the people in the spectator seats, every minute was undoubtedly torture. I hope Yan Ting wins, I hope Gu Feichun wins. At this moment, there are endless waves in their hearts. Watch
With this cruel decisive battle.
Yan Ting swung out a punch and hit Gu Feichun's face. His face, which was already dripping with blood, instantly started to bleed. Gu Feichun's eyes were fierce, and a pale light appeared on his left hand, which struck towards Yan Ting's neck.
It was a short blade, only half a foot long, but it couldn't be easier to kill Yan Ting.
Yan Ting's pupils trembled, and he stretched out his left hand. The short blade pierced Yan Ting's palm. A sharp blade penetrated the back of Yan Ting's hand, bringing out scarlet blood. Yan Ting gritted his teeth and then clenched his fist and blocked it with flesh and blood.
This short blade was deadly enough. Gu Feichun tried his best to draw the sword, but was unable to do anything.
Yan Ting lowered his eyes and looked at the torn wound on Gu Feichun's left waist. His pupils almost turned pale as he waved his right arm and struck the wound that was severely injured by Duan Ya.
"Uh uh uh..." Gu Feichun could no longer make a sound. Blood continued to flow out of the wound, but compared to the size of the wound, the amount of blood was nothing.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yan Ting's fist, like the god of death, eating away at Gu Feichun's life bit by bit, Gu Feichun's pupils dilated, his body trembled with the beating of Yan Ting's fist, his eyes seemed to become heavier and heavier, and finally, Gu Feichun's eyelids completely
Close it and lose all struggle.
Yan Ting continued to strike at Gu Feichun's wound without any intention of stopping. Gu Feichun let go of the short blade with his left hand and fell to the ground weakly.
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The place where the two people stood was covered with blood for several feet in radius. Gu Feichun fell into a pool of blood, unconscious.
Yan Ting stood there like a child who had been drifting for half his life and had nothing to rely on, his eyes were blank and he was at a loss.
"Gu Feichun is defeated, Yan Ting is victorious!" The great elder felt as if a huge mountain had fallen to the ground. At this moment, his frown finally relaxed slightly. He raised his arms and declared loudly.
The battle of life and death was won, but there was not a single cheer in the spectator seats. Instead, there was silence to the point of death, complete silence.
Qin Feiling covered her face with her hands, her eyes were blurred, and two lines of tears welled up in her eyes.
"Win! Win!" She murmured in a low voice, as if all the grievances in her heart had been released.
Mo Xuanzhang sighed softly and stood there in a daze. After a long time, a smile appeared on his face. Buyunya was so happy that he cried. No one in the Yan League dared to say anything, and they all looked at Yan Ting silently.
"We won!" Yuan Chong's eyes were filled with tears, and he could not recover for a long time.
"Unexpectedly, today we witnessed... a legend that has never been reached in the history of Zhulu. Yan Ting... he is really... a monster!" Han Yang shook his head slowly, and his bitter words contained his words.
Indescribable emotions.
If Xiao Qingyan is the best genius in Zhulu in history, then Yan Ting should be worthy of being the best evildoer in history.
Xiao Qingyan has died, but Yan Ting is still there.
"Yanting!"
"Chun'er!"
As the Great Elder announced the winner, Xiao Chengfan and Gu Xian simultaneously let out a bloody scream and fell from the spectator seats.
Yan Ting gasped heavily, but finally did not fall down. Xiao Chengfan supported him, he showed an ugly bitter smile, patted the back of Xiao Chengfan's hand, shook his head slightly, indicating that he could still hold on. Now he,
Standing here to recover is the best choice. If you move casually, it may cause serious consequences. Compared with the end of the battle with Kohaku, his current situation is still slightly better. He didn't die that way. Of course, now
It is impossible to die.
Xiao Chengfan stopped the blood flowing from Yan Ting's wound, carefully pulled out the short blade from his palm, threw it on the ground, and stabbed directly into the ground of Fengyuntai.
He took out an elixir, but after thinking about it, he was afraid that Yan Ting's current condition would not be able to withstand the elixir, so he took the elixir back.
"Winning is beyond my expectation, but it doesn't seem unreasonable." Wen Jingrong said indifferently.
Bai Gu nodded lightly: "Yes, this boy has always been lucky. He didn't die in the battle at Fengyuntai and against Amber. It seems reasonable to survive this battle."
"It's just that every time they see him fighting for his life like this, his friends and relatives will feel uncomfortable."
Wen Jingrong hummed lightly, handed a pill to Bai Gu, and then left Fengyuntai.
Bai Gu looked at the white elixir in his palm and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Lingxian Dan, you obviously value Yan Ting very much, but you hide it behind your back because of your temperament. Aren't you tired of living like this?"
Yan Ting looked at Gu Xian, who was treating Gu Feichun's injuries, with cold eyes. After a long time, he took a breath and asked, "You are Gu Feichun's father, the deputy captain of the law enforcement team, Gu Xian, right?"
Gu Xian nodded but did not respond.
Yan Ting said in a deep voice: "In a battle of life and death, the winner lives and the loser dies. Vice Captain Gu should know the rules."
"I know, I know..." Gu Xian's voice was obviously trembling. He looked at Yan Ting's blood-stained face and said, "Yan Ting, I know there is a dispute between you and Chun'er.
Friction, he did become wanton because of my negligence in discipline, and he deserves what he has today, but...but..."
"But can you give him a chance, give him a chance to change, I will definitely..."
"That's enough!" Yan Ting interrupted him coldly: "Vice Captain Gu, if there is just a simple friction between Gu Feichun and me, if he is just an ordinary person who simply wants to vent his anger and humiliate me, I will
It’s not like I’m going to fight him to the point of life and death, but he wants to kill me, he wants my life, do you understand?”
Gu Xian had nothing to say.
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"Back on Fengyuntai, he and three other people summoned a hundred late-stage Tianyuan to fight with me, but they secretly assassinated me. If my friend and the third elder hadn't arrived in time, I would have been killed, so you also lost the title of deputy captain.
Position, why, less than a year has passed and you have completely forgotten about it?" Yan Ting sneered.
"I haven't forgotten that I don't want you to let him go. I know that the grudge between you and him can no longer be resolved. I can buy his life from you." Gu Xian looked at it.
Yan Ting said seriously.
"Buy your life?" Yan Ting frowned slightly.
"You have won. Even if Chun'er can be cured, such a serious injury has shaken his foundation. It is impossible to maintain his cultivation, and his talent will be seriously damaged. He has no interest in you anymore.
Any threat, killing him will not bring any extra benefits to you. Pay a price to buy his life. Firstly, you don’t have to worry about him threatening you. Secondly, you can also get a huge sum of money for it.
How about a small reward to make up for my debt to you?" Gu Xian said nervously.
Gu Feichun was his son, how could he watch Gu Feichun die under his nose.
"Gu Xian." Before Yan Ting could speak, Xiao Chengfan had already spoken. He looked at Gu Xian coldly and said with a gloomy expression: "There is never a life-and-death battle. Gu Feichun tried to kill Yan Ting many times.
He harmed his fellow disciples and deserved his death."
"Third Elder." Gu Xian's voice was a little louder: "Yan Ting has won the battle of life and death, so Gu Feichun's life is in his hands. As long as he agrees, then even buying his life is not a violation of the rules, right?
Gu Feichun's cultivation has been ruined. I will let him leave Zhulu Academy and never appear in front of you. In addition, I will pay five hundred yuan of middle-grade yuan stones to buy his life. Yan Ting, this is far more expensive than you.
It would be much cheaper to kill him."
Yan Ting frowned slightly. Five hundred middle-grade Yuan stones meant 50,000 low-grade Yuan stones. He suddenly sneered. A low-grade life was actually worth Gu Xian's 50,000 low-grade Yuan stones.
It doesn't matter whether he kills or not, but 50,000 low-grade yuan stones are enough to support the cultivation of the entire Yan League and raise the strength of the Yan League to a huge level. This deal seems to have no consequences.
suspense.
"Grandpa Xiao, I have the right to decide... Gu Feichun's life and death, right?" Yan Ting asked.
Xiao Chengfan nodded and said: "You have won the battle of life and death. His life is yours now. You can die if you want him to die, live if you want him to live. No one can control your thoughts."
"Okay, if that's the case, then I'll sell it to you. His life is worthless to me now. Since you want to buy it, I'll sell it. Five hundred mid-grade Yuan stones will be exchanged for 50,000 low-grade Yuan stones.
, I want to see it within ten days."
Fifty thousand low-grade Yuan stones, this is such a huge number, but Yan Ting has no doubt that Gu Xian can't get it. Today, seven elders are here to testify, and there is no way he would have the guts to deceive himself.
"Fifty thousand yuan, you are really willing to spend a lot of money." Han Yang sneered and shook his head.
"Can he afford 50,000 yuan stones?" Hou Fei was stunned.
Yuan Zhong smiled contemptuously: "The deputy captain of the law enforcement team is a fat man, and the captain Hu Qing is a martial arts idiot who doesn't care about affairs. Then Gu Xian is a powerful manager. Are you afraid that he will not get any benefits? Compared with you
The so-called elder of the North Campus, the law enforcement team is much better."
The law enforcement team is responsible for arresting and imprisoning people. They will take care of things that the empire cannot control. There are countless extremely vicious prisoners imprisoned in the prisons. These are criminals that the empire has no ability to arrest. Send these people to the empire.
Knowing how much remuneration can be exchanged, the benefits that can be gained are not a small number.
As the deputy captain, Gu Xian naturally took the big shot. Over the past few decades, he had managed to save 50,000 yuan stones to save Gu Feichun's life.
Hou Fei snorted coldly, it seemed that it was these elders who were solitary and never colluded with the people of the empire.
