After a fierce attack, Long Junchen and Jing Tian both seemed a little embarrassed, standing in a ruin with dust. The center of the originally solemn and classical hall was completely lifted by Long Junchen and Jing Tian into the surface of the moon, with a pothole and no complete piece of land!

Everyone was sweating coldly, and they didn't dare to say anything. Some of the weaker people had already stood a distance dozens of feet away from the hall, standing on the top of the tree, and only by their eyesight, they were afraid that the violent energy ripples would affect them. However, although the venue had turned into ruins, the outcome of Long Junchen and Jing Tian had not yet been decided. Both of them knew very well that today was the best opportunity to kill each other, especially for Jing Tian, ​​who would not do the matter of letting the tiger return to the mountain and raising the tiger as a disaster!

Everyone looked at the two people who were facing each other in the field. Their clothes were now tattered, with mottled blood flowing down from their bodies. From a distance, they looked like red lines that didn't know the starting point, slowly flowing along the chaotic patterns of the ruins. The heavy breathing made their chests rise and fall violently. Even the experienced pavilion masters outside the hall did not expect that the battle would be so fierce.

Two powerful men in the demigod realm fought their lives, and their destructive power was really terrible.

"They still want to continue fighting?" The elder of Donghuang Pavilion stared at the field without blinking. Sweat was slightly oozing out of his hands with his skin. The elder of the Haihuang Pavilion next to him also lowered his head and whispered in the ear of a deacon of the Haihuang Pavilion: "Hey, who do you think will have a greater chance of winning in this battle?" The man who held the truth was also good, and his eyes were even more amazing. He nodded slightly, glanced at the field, and said with certainty: "This should be the last round, and this round must be a winner." After saying that, he slowly breathed and turned his eyes back to the field.

"Boy, you are really strong. If you can join our Dragon Fallen Association, we will definitely use the best resources to cultivate you. But, haha, this seems unlikely. Forget it, just for nothing. It's time to exhaust yourself. It's been a long time since you've been fighting so well. For the last move, let's decide the winner." Jing Tian placed the Black Dragon Demon Sphur in front of his chest, and the cold blade pointed at Long Junchen from afar. Looking at Jing Tian who was grinning, Long Junchen only felt the cold hairs on his body standing upside down, and a strange sense of oppression surged towards him. Long Junchen also knew very well that this should be the last round!

However, although Long Junchen's body was already full of holes, and his meridians kept feeling swelling and pain, and even his facial muscles were a little stiff. However, when Jing Tian's scorching gaze was staring like a tide, a fighting spirit that was hot like a tide gushed out of his blood. Long Junchen smiled loudly, and the fall of the demon dragon also supported his body. His waist stood straight like a gun, and the laughter was like thunder. Echoed in the center of the hall, the phantom of the blood dragon behind him also took a step from the ruins, shaking off the dust and ashes on his body. His eyes were full of perseverance and pride. The final battle was finally coming.

?Long Junchen swallowed a little saliva and took a few deep breaths to relieve the aneal pain in the meridians. However, the two arms were still a little numb because of Jing Tian's attack just now. He pinched his palms, and the blood vessels gradually became warm. Only then did he feel some sense, his throat was slightly dry, Long Junchen swallowed gently, and a strong smell of blood scent slid down from his throat tube. However, the bloody smell shocked Long Junchen, and the blood dragon behind him seemed to become more dazzling!

?A very stiff smile passed through Jingtian's face, and the black dragon's Demon Slayer slowly passed through the air. A faint black afterimage left behind the black halberd body, pointing the Black Dragon's Demon Slayer at Long Junchen's eyes from the sky. Long Junchen also understood and pointed the Demon Dragon's Demon Slayer gently towards Jingtian, which was far away. Only when the end of the road was at the end of the road, could the burning boat look even more tragic, but it could inspire a more crazy fighting spirit. When the battle situation reached this point, both sides had the taste of heroes cherishing heroes, but who is a hero?

?Long Junchen's breath slightly shook. He thought of Situ Lingling, who was far away in Yinhai City, his Long family in Beijing, and those who loved him in Yinhai City. If he could leave himself alive today, he would be able to temporarily end this series of troubles. He had time to accompany his family, do some things he liked, and live for himself again. When he thought of this, a blood red gushed up in Long Junchen's eyes, as if they were ignited by fire. He shouted loudly, even if there was a mountain of corpses in front of him, I had to break through it without hesitation!

In an instant, the energy in the world surged into Long Junchen's body like a storm. His originally sluggish aura was filled with such energy. The blood dragon behind him instantly shone red light, and a blood-red pillar of light soared into the sky. Everyone outside the hall, as well as the Yonghun Sheep, Cui Liewo, Zu Xiang and others in the field, after seeing this scene, their faces were filled with horror.

? "What is he doing?" Everyone's hearts were full of questions. Why can this guy who has reached the end of his strength still condense such powerful energy? This is not a novel, and energy comes at will. Others don't know that Zu Xiang and Yang Kunlun, those who have good cultivation, felt a powerful pressure. That is, dragon anger? Dragon anger causes the sky to collapse. If all things want to calm the dragon anger, they must pay tribute to the true dragon!

?While everyone was screaming, Long Junchen in the field had no idea what the people outside were thinking. He had only endless fighting spirit in his heart, and even had a crazy idea to destroy everything. Because he blamed himself, because I was not strong enough, Situ Lingling was waiting for me alone on Yinhai City. If he was strong enough and despair enough, how could Situ Lingling suffer the pain of heartbreaking lovesickness? If he wanted to stop me this day, then I would have to destroy him!

As soon as he thought of this, Long Junchen's eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp gaze as sharp as a blade shot directly at the opposite Jingtian. A trace of light red and hot energy like substance entangled around him like flowing blood, wrapping him up like a silkworm cocoon. The phantom of the blood dragon merged with the blood-red light column. Long Junchen also took a step back, and his whole body was also trapped in the light column that soared into the sky, like a miracle.

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Chapter completed!