With one move, both sides were injured. This result was beyond the expectations of many people present, and it even made those sword cultivators who were too frightened by Ye Feng's reputation as a powerful sword emperor to be upset.
If they had known that Ye Feng was not as powerful as the rumors, they would not have given up the opportunity to compete with Ye Feng.
Those people knew very well that defeating Ye Feng would be equivalent to stepping onto the ladder to the sky. From now on, they would definitely have a bright future.
There was silence in the venue. Everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Feng and Ning Tao, who were seriously injured. Some people even clenched their fists nervously.
The fact that the battle has reached this point does not mean that the battle ends here. All swordsmen understand that the chance to determine the winner now is to see who stands up first, Ye Feng or Ning Tao.
"Stand up, Boss Ye, stand up!" Jiang Ziwei shouted at the top of his lungs in the rest area of Yin Shangguo Sword Cultivator.
In addition to Jiang Ziwei who shouted loudly, some of the accompanying sword cultivators also shouted in unison.
However, no matter how they shouted, Ye Feng never made any move and remained motionless on the ground, coughing up blood.
Ye Feng couldn't move, and Ning Tao couldn't move either.
Although he relied on instinct to avoid the most violent wave of explosions, the damage to him from the explosion was still severe.
At this moment, he felt that every bone in his body had been shattered, and his strength seemed to have been drained, and he had lost any ability to move.
Ning Tao took the lead to stop the blood spurting from his mouth. That was all he could do. It was absolutely impossible to stand up.
At the judges' table, everyone in Sima Tang couldn't help but frown when they saw the appearance of Ye Feng and Ning Tao.
In fact, Sima Tang knew Ye Feng's strength very well. Even when he went to the Yin Shang Kingdom to invite Ye Feng, he even knew that Ye Feng had the support of the Sword Emperor behind the scenes.
Originally, he invited Ye Feng to enter the Sword Emperor Hall because he wanted to indirectly win over the powerful Sword Emperor behind Ye Feng who had unfathomable strength.
But now, Sima Tang suddenly discovered that Ye Feng's value was not only the support of the powerful Sword King behind him, but also his own potential that could not be ignored.
A 20-year-old third-level sword king is rare in the ten southeastern countries, but it is not unheard of.
However, even those geniuses cannot have such a profound understanding of the sword and the solid foundation of swordsmanship as Ye Feng.
The third-level sword king and the eighth-level sword king competed against each other in strength, and they were evenly matched, which is enough to prove Ye Feng's potential.
And with Sima Tang's eyesight, he could naturally tell at a glance that Ye Feng's vitality was much stronger than that of a sword king of the same level.
"Brother Sima, who do you think between the two of them can get up first?" Qin Ruoyang, the powerful sword king of Wuluo Kingdom, suddenly asked.
Hearing that Qin Ruoyang also cared deeply about Ye Feng and Ning Tao, Sima Tang couldn't help but have an ominous premonition in his heart.
Qin Ruoyang cherishes talents and is well-known in the circle of powerful Sword Emperors. For certain talents, he would even offend a huge sect or a country to bring them under his sect.
Realizing that Qin Ruoyang was plotting against Ye Feng and Ning Hao, Sima Tang's expression darkened.
He turned back and said in a cold voice: "Old Qin, no matter who Ye Feng or Ning Tao can stand up first, I have decided to let them enter the life and death situation together. Hum, you have given up the evil idea in your mind."
Seeing Sima Tang exposing his old background, Qin Ruoyang burst into laughter.
He narrowed his eyes and said: "Old ghost Sima, is my old Qin's character so unworthy in your eyes? I admire Ye Feng and Ning Tao for sure, but their strength can only be ranked second in our Wuluo country.
It’s middle-to-lower, and it really doesn’t attract my interest.”
"Hmph." Although Qin Ruoyang bluntly stated that he was not interested in Ye Feng and Ning Tao, Sima Tang still didn't dare to relax. God knows if Qin Ruoyang didn't mean what he said. If he really let down his guard and let this old guy poach a corner, Sima Tang would be depressed.
die.
"Okay, let's not talk about these things. Mr. Qin, let me warn you again, don't take advantage of the outstanding swordsmen of our ten southeastern countries. If I know what poaching you are doing behind your back, even if I kill Wu
Luo Guo also wants justice." Sima Tang said unwilling to let go.
Having said this, he once again turned his attention to Ye Feng and Ning Tao, and slowly clenched his fists.
"Ye Feng, Ning Tao, who of you two will stand up first?" Sima Tang said quietly in his heart, looking at the two of them with a little more expectation.
Time passed by minute by second in the silent atmosphere. After a cup of tea, Ye Feng and Ning Tao were still lying on the ground, and no one stood up.
Seeing that Ye Feng had stopped coughing up blood, everyone in Hai Wuya who was extremely nervous breathed a sigh of relief.
They knew that Ye Feng stopped coughing up blood, which proved that his injuries were under control. As a result, Ye Feng's chance of standing up was much greater than before.
Suddenly, Ye Feng, who was lying on the ground, shook his little finger slightly.
This simple action of his made everyone in the Yin and Shang Kingdom tremble in their hearts.
"Ye Feng..., he actually still has physical strength?" Everyone in Hai Wuya guessed in shock.
Just when they were surprised by Ye Feng's movements, they were shocked to find that Ning Tao, who had remained motionless, quietly moved his left hand.
"Ning Tao's physical strength has begun to recover?" Jiang Ziwei's voice was already trembling a little when she said to herself.
On the ground, Ye Feng and Ning Tao, who had just made some moves, stopped moving at the same time.
Seeing that the two people who seemed to be recovering slowly became quiet again, everyone around them frowned in disappointment.
What they have been waiting for is for someone to stand up. Even if they stand up, they will recognize this person as the winner.
But up to now, the performance of Ye Feng and Ning Tao did not satisfy them. They could not predict who would get up first next.
After the two people lay on the ground again for nearly a cup of tea, their palms moved at the same time.
The palms of the two people shook again, once again affecting the mood of the surrounding spectators, causing many people to hold their breath nervously.
"Ye Feng, Ye Feng, stand up." Jiang Ziwei began to roar again.
However, his roar did not have an inspiring effect. Instead, it made everyone immersed in the silence look at him with hatred.
"Shut up!" He Huan, standing next to Jiang Ziwei, said coldly.
Having said this, He Huan focused his eyes on Ye Feng and said in a deep voice: "I believe Ye Feng will be able to stand up."
"This..." Jiang Ziwei wanted to argue, but shut her mouth knowingly.
He didn't want to say anything unfavorable to Ye Feng, even if it was just half a sentence or a few words!
Time flies by with infinite anticipation, and at this moment the patience of the onlookers is about to reach its limit.
Just when many people were restless and didn't know what to do, suddenly, Ye Feng let out a muffled groan.
The subtle hum produced a thunder-like effect, attracting the attention of everyone around him.
Seeing that Ye Feng's facial features were twisted into a ball, with a look of pain on his face, the onlookers couldn't help but admire Ye Feng's perseverance.
Being able to survive that devastating explosion, Ye Feng's strength has won everyone's recognition.
Now seeing Ye Feng enduring severe pain and still struggling, and surrounded by many swordsmen, their admiration for Ye Feng has become even stronger.
Only the truly strong in life will remain strong, and only the truly strong in life will not be defeated by any oppressive force.
Gradually, everyone was moved by Ye Feng's persistence and strength, and had great sympathy for Ye Feng.
Although the rumors about Ye Feng described him as a strong sword king, everyone present knew that just now Ye Feng was on a par with the eighth-level sword king with the strength of a third-level sword king.
"Stand up!" Someone in the crowd murmured a low voice.
This call ignited the emotions of the anxious onlookers, causing them to shout and cheer at the same time.
"Stand up, Ye Feng, stand up!"
"Stand up, Ye Feng, stand up!"
People roared loudly, venting their worries and anxiety.
Some people were even more excited and roared like wild beasts.
"Ye Feng, if you are a real man, stand up."
"Ye Feng, if you are a real man, stand up!"
"Ye Feng, stand up and you are the winner. I, Liu Yuhe, am willing to be your fan and follow you."
The roars broke the silence and brought with it a warm atmosphere.
Hearing the shouts around him, Ye Feng, who was almost collapsed from the pain, couldn't help but burst out with wry smiles.
He never wanted to stand up, but his physical strength was exhausted and he didn't have the ability for a while.
Trying to use the little energy left to mobilize the vitality in his body, Ye Feng's eyes flashed with cruel looks.
For him with injured meridians, the movement of every vitality particle would cause pain to his bones, but even so, he still did not think of giving up.
"Stand up, stand up and you will be the champion of the youth competition."
"Stand up, stand up and you will be a true king who wins the crown with his strength!"
Ye Feng kept warning himself from the bottom of his heart. He noticed that the vitality in his body slowly resumed flowing after being static. Ye Feng's heart was filled with great joy.
Give him half a quarter of an hour, half an hour is enough.
Ye Feng believed that after half a quarter of an hour, he could let his vitality activate the stopped rotating crystals in his Dantian and the small Five Elements Sword Formation, and stand up with support.
On the ground more than ten meters away from Ye Feng, Ning Tao was also making the same preparations.
Because his injuries were lighter than Ye Feng's, the pain he endured was much lighter than Ye Feng's.
Within the body, vitality flows slowly.
With every ounce of vitality flowing into his Dantian, his complexion would get a little better.
Suddenly, Ning Tao put his arms on the ground and made a motion to stand up.
That is, when he put his hands on the ground and wanted to stand up, Ye Feng in the distance also made the same gesture.
"Get up!" Ye Feng roared in a low voice.
Suddenly, his legs exerted force, and he climbed up from the ground unsteadily. He used the long sword as a walking stick, leaned on it under his hand, and stood tremblingly on the spot!