"The winner is decided!"

Xiao Liyan looked at Ling Xueyi, who was forced into a desperate situation by Fu Chuanwu, and said with a faint rise.

"Haha, this Nine Soul Seeds are really weaker than the other. It's ridiculous that one Fu Chuanwu can beat them all over the ground to find teeth! Hahahaha..."

The third-ranked Fuhu District Judgment Hall owner Zhang Fuhu laughed out loud, his voice unabashed.

"Haha, if other geniuses on the Killing God List were on stage, I don't know how many tricks this group of waste from the Nine Soul Continent could hold on!"

The other person sneered and said, "He is Zhao Xuanfei, the Lord of the Judgment Hall in Xuanfei area. His strength is also terrifying, and he is surrounded by genius seeds from his area."

"It seems that the plan is going well, and we can start the plan to conquer the Nine Souls."

Xiao Liyan turned his head and looked at the Jinshou above.

"No hurry."

The word "slight spitting" with golden hands is as stable as Mount Tai.

Behind these people are magic weapons like mirrors, which are arranged in a row to face the scene of the battle. This is the magic weapons that Xiao Liyan asked to place. They can spread the battles that took place here to the Shenwu Continent as soon as possible, and let the people in the Shenwu Continent see them.

Since the last time the hall was divided, the reputation of the Judgment Hall in the Shenwu Continent has been seriously damaged. In order to restore its reputation, Xiao Liyan did this purpose, with the purpose of letting other forces in the Shenwu Continent see how the Judgment Hall attacked foreign enemies.

Like the eldest princess, Meixi and others, they are not qualified to enter the Heaven and Earth Platform.

They all gathered in the princess's mansion, sat in front of the mirror magic weapon, and looked at the battle inside through the mirror, boring.

They are not interested in invading Jiuhuns, and they are even a little resistant. There are many like them in Shenwu Continent.

There will never be a pure invader.

Ren Tu sat in his position, his eyes coldly scanning the strong men around him.

He had no interest in the duel ahead. What he really cared about was the people sitting closest to Lord Golden Hand.

The God-killer!

The powerful man on the God of Killing List! The type of person who represents the highest level of genius in the Shenwu Continent.

It is expected that many people will be crushed to the Nine Soul Continent, and the purpose of strong people like Renshu is to come here to look for these mysterious powerful people on the list of gods of killing.

"After it is over, I must challenge one and rush into the list of killing gods!" The man slaughtered his mind.

Bang!

At this time, a muffled sound spread from the duel arena.

Ling Xueyi, dressed in red, burst out and the weapon in his hand shattered instantly, and the imperial energy surrounding him began to peel off like shattered glass.

Ling Xueyi's pupils shrank.

He has already lost!

"What Nine Guards? It's so ridiculous! At your level, you should surrender obediently and be a prisoner of my Shenwu Continent!"

Fu Chuanwu sneered, and the man suddenly approached Ling Xueyi, and a cold sword stabbed directly into his heart.

Ling Xueyi did not defend herself, pressed her hands directly on Fu Chuanwu's shoulders, and at the same time she opened her body sideways.

Puff!

Although he avoided, he did not pierce his heart, but pierced his lungs.

Ling Xueyi's mouth was bleeding, she gasped for all her might, her eyes were blood red, like the Nine Nether Demons.

The Moon Zun above changed his expression and immediately opened: "Bloody Clothes, surrender immediately!"

Ling Xueyi, Nan Tianya, and the Risanhua are all seeds he brought from the hands of those hidden powerhouses. Yuezun must bring them back intact.

However, Ling Xueyi roared angrily: "No!!!!"

This sound woke all the Nine-Soul people up.

Ling Xueyi refused to surrender?

Shouldn’t he admit defeat like Nan Tianya?

However, Ling Xueyi is not Nan Tianya.

His bloodiness stimulates every Nine-soul man.

"Our Jiuhuns have already lost so badly! I don't want to lose again! I can't lose again!!!"

He roared, his voice like thunder, like a bell, and he hit the heart of every nine-soul man heavily.

They opened their mouths and looked at Ling Xueyi blankly, and everyone's heart seemed to be twitching.

"Bloody clothes!" Yue Zun took a deep breath, and a trace of sadness flashed deep in his pupils.

"Um?"

Fu Chuanwu, who was caught by Ling Xueyi, felt something was wrong and immediately drew his sword and wanted to retreat.

But then he was shocked to realize that Ling Xueyi's hands were like iron pliers, pressing his shoulders tightly, and no matter how he broke free, he could not get rid of his palms!

Then, a terrifying wave of heat burst out from Ling Xueyi's chest, and a stream of energy rose.

"Self-explosion?"

Fu Chuanwu was shocked.

"I can't win, but I can't lose either. Fu Chuanwu, let your and my death break the deadlock between the Shenwu Continent and the Nine Soul Continent!!"

The sound fell, and a huge cloud of mushrooms rose up at the duel.

"No!!!!"

Fu Chuanwu shouted urgently.

But the violent explosion covered his screams.

Bang!

The terrifying waves of air hit the surrounding barriers and shook the entire heaven and earth platform.

The heaven and earth platform trembled.

The power of destruction is like countless whirlwinds, blowing through the barrier.

The unknown old man stood quietly in this breath of destruction, like a statue, his dim eyes quietly staring at all.

People in both continents were breathing stagnant.

They looked tightly at the center and the gradually dissipating mushroom cloud, and everyone's heart beat faster.

It lasted for about half a stick of incense before the mushroom cloud gradually disappeared, and the scene inside was also presented to everyone.

There... nothing left.

Neither Ling Xueyi nor Fu Chuanwu were seen, and they were killed in the terrifying explosion. With the gradually diluted destructive power, they were annihilated among the dust...

The heaven and earth platform is silent.

It took people a long time to come back to their senses.

"The duel is over, and the players participating in the battle die. The draw is determined in this game!"

The unknown old man said hoarsely.

As soon as these words fell, the Shenwu Continent was in full swing.

"What the hell is it? It's actually a draw?"

"That's fine? Then can I not beat it, and I can also self-destruct?"

"Is this only thing left in the Nine Soul Man?"

All kinds of shouts and screams came.

People in Shenwu Continent were very dissatisfied with this result, and some even openly insulted Fu Chuanwu.

Jiuhun finally stopped losing.

But... no one can be happy.

Some people looked dullly at the place where Ling Xueyi exploded, and could not recover for a long time, while others lowered their heads and looked down and sighed.

This draw is more important than victory, but it cannot bring everyone the joy of victory.

This is a draw that Ling Xueyi exchanged for blood.

He broke the situation of the crushing of the Shenwu people.

However... it cannot change the situation of the Battle of Shenwu.

"After going back, erect a monument for Ling Xueqi and put it in the Vientiane Gate heroic altar!"

Yue Zun said hoarsely.

"Yes, elder!"

The elder next to him immediately recorded it.

"Next, please send players to the duel!"
To be continued...