The endless three-color light, the rising sun fire, the terrifying power of life and death, and the sharp and unrivaled sword intention, broke out in the sky.The light swallowed everything, and the figure of the left and the thousands of cold disappeared in this light.

Oh, hey!

The figure of the middle-aged man disappeared in the same place and suddenly appeared on the side of the playing field.

His right hand was lightly raised, slightly grasped, and the space seemed to solidify, forming four walls of imperceptible space, which sealed the entire arena.

The impact of terror swept through, and the impact on the wall of this space could not be broken.

The middle-aged man finally shot to avoid what impact the powerful impact of the two people on the rest.Because he is well aware that if this impact is allowed to spread, no one in the field will be spared.

Even he was slightly surprised to feel the fluctuation of this shock in his space power.

This fluctuation has completely exceeded the category of Nirvana, and even the strong of the two heavens of Nirvana are extremely difficult to block.

After Nirvana, the gap between each day is really like a gap of one day, so the strength of the two people surprised him.

However, although surprised, the battle between the two people is still a small fight in his eyes, if he wants to, the two people can make the fighting fluctuation caused by the two people to shoot nothing.

At the same time, middle-aged people are also looking at the battle with the same curious eyes as everyone, wanting to know how the final blow is, after all, this is the battle of the strongest genius in the East.Mo left the victory, it will be a rising sun, all the geniuses on the foot, and if a thousand cold wins, then he will defend his first name, still the unshakable king.

I don't know how long it took, the light on the field of play gradually weakened, and the breath of terror was slowly weakening.

The middle-age man slowly lowered his right hand and returned to the old man, while the four walls of space that blocked the battleground were also disappeared.

The people stared at their eyes, nervously looking at the ever-fading light, trying to find those two figures.

As the light grew weaker, the two figures appeared in the eyes of the people.

“The Lord...”

“Brother!”

The wind thunder Pavilion and many disciples of the departure alliance jumped in their hearts and were nervous to swallow the mouth water in secret.

The wind and thunder pavilion outside the light curtain are all about the departures, and at this time it is also silent.

Nervousness is incomparable.

No one dares to say who will win, no one is sure, because both are so powerful.Even the wind and thundercotts who have always been extremely confident about the strength of a thousand cold people have completely thrown away the contempt of their hearts after seeing this war.

They have to admit that this little patriarch of this exile is the only one in the East that can be compared with a thousand cold, and even wins.

Because of the age of the sword.

Mo can grasp the power of life and death when breaking through the Nirvana, but the possibility of thousands of cold understanding of the sword is close to zero, which is the biggest gap between the two.

Finally, the light was gone.

Mo distance from a thousand cold far away, eyes calm eyes.

On the two men, ragged, the whole body has been completely soaked in blood, amazing amount of bleeding formed a pool of blood at the feet of the two people, so that people can not help but wonder whether there is enough blood in the two people's bodies to maintain the lives of the two people.

“Who... who... won?”

Under the field, a genius swallowed his mouthful, his eyes shook, looking at the two people who did not have any sound on the stage.

If the remaining breath of life on the two people is still stubbornly excreted, everyone will think that the two are dead.

Chen Yun clenched his fist, involuntarily taking a step forward.He does not know who wins, so he is more anxious.

Li Motian's heart was beating, and his eyes were extremely complex.

Now he, in his heart, has no longer care about how Mo left the victory or defeat, he only hopes that Mo left after this war to leave no after the sequelae.

At this point, no one who left the alliance was suspicious of Mo Yan.They know that Mo left in order to leave the alliance will fight so hard, will push themselves on the cusp.

Moli is really to leave the alliance as an important thing, because Ji Chang, because of his mother, but also because of Ji's family.

At this moment, a cry sounded in the room.

In the field, Mo left the figure, his legs soft and half kneeled directly on the ground, and began to gasp with a big mouth.

With his breath, the blood kept coming out of his mouth.

“The Lord!”

The people of the departures shook their bodies, and they walked quickly forward and stopped under the playing field.

Although they want to take the stage, the old man of the Heavenly Pavilion does not open his mouth, and they dare not.

Something to move.

He raised his hand slightly and stopped a few people.

But it was this simple action that made Mo tremble all over his body, and the intense pain hit his mind.

Half kneeling was too tired, Mo Liang sat directly on the ground without an image, and his face was blocked by messy long hair, and everyone could only see his undulating chest.

“A hundred brothers won!”

Many disciples of the wind and thunder pavilion showed ecstasy in their faces, and worshipped the figure of standing with a thousand cold heads.

Mo left has sat down, no fighting power, that win is naturally standing a thousand cold.

The people looked at each other, and it was a thousand cold.

There is a glimmer of disappointment in the eyes of the people, but there is no uncomfortable feeling in the heart, as long as there is nothing left, not the first thing, Mo is no longer need to win the first to enhance the reputation of the departure, because as long as there is him, the younger generation of the departure is the strongest!

“Alas...”

I don’t know why, the moon sighed.

The old man and the middle-aged man ascended the playing field, looked at the thousand cold standings with his head, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Then the old man looked at the people under the stage and whispered: "Mo left the battle a thousand cold, the winner..."

People have their eyes on a thousand cold bodies, and then some regretful eyes fell on Mo left, after all, just a little away can beat a thousand cold.

“Mo is gone!”

A thousand cold or...

Wait!

The people were shocked, and the eyes were shocked, and they looked at the old man.

Did they hear the winner?

The middle-aged man walked slowly to the front of a thousand cold, and the voice fluctuated slightly: "A thousand cold consciousness has been lost, so it is defeated."

He gently put his hand on a thousand cold shoulders, and his cold body was slightly shaking, and he was going to fall down.

The middle-aged man's right hand waved slightly, thousands of cold bodies through the space, gently landed in front of the wind and thunder pavilion disciples below the fighting field, still motionless.

The wind thunder and pavilion disciple looked over with his body trembling, but he saw a thousand cold pupils dim and unfocused.

He is already unconscious.

Even so, he stood up and never fell.

Even if he loses, he will stand and lose!

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