In the Baiyu Square, the wind seemed to be stagnant at this time.

Countless eyes were staring at the two figures passing by.

Zhou Yuan and Wu Huang have opposite each other.

The dazzling silver light on Zhou Yuan's body began to dim, turned into liquid and slipped down, and finally turned into a silver ball and slung beside Zhou Yuan.

Puff!

As soon as the silver armor fell off, Zhou Yuan couldn't help but squirt out a mouthful of blood, and a violent stinging pain came from his eyebrows, almost making him faint on the spot.

However, he finally forced himself to endure it, and he could feel the soul in his eyebrows and eyes gradually dimming.

But fortunately, the Holy Soul Crystal began to emit light and shine, covering the soul. A trace of cold aura poured into the soul, making the soul maintain its last trace of mind.

"That Zhou Yuan seemed to be seriously injured?" Many eyes inside and outside the Holy Trace Land looked at this scene, and there were screams of exclamation.

Anyone can feel that the source energy in Zhou Yuan's body is rapidly weakening, which is undoubtedly a sign of inability to fight again.

Mu Wuji, Zhao Pan and other six envoys also stared at each other, not daring to blink.

With those eyes, Zhou Yuan gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth in the square. This time he used the "Silver Shadow" for a very short time, so Zhou Yuan did not fall into a coma like last time.

But even so, Zhou Yuan felt that his soul was extremely weak at this time. At this time, he did not have the power to fight again.

However, Zhou Yuan's expression did not panic.

He looked down at his palm, and saw blood dripping from his fingertips. It was not his...

"Wuhuang, you... can't take it away." Zhou Yuan said lightly.

Opposite to his back, Wu Huang's hoarse voice came: "How could this happen?! How could I lose to you, a waste?! I don't accept it!"

His low roar was filled with rage and reluctance.

"You are too arrogant." Zhou Yuan said.

Wu Huang had a ferocious face. He remembered what Wu Yao had said to him when he left the Dawu Palace.

"Wuhuang, one day, you will be defeated by your arrogance and arrogance."

At that time, he scoffed at this, because he never took the defunct dragon of the Great Zhou seriously. He regarded it as an ant, just thinking that if he met it, he could penetrate it into the abyss that would never be restored.

However, he never thought of this scene today...

The ant he once saw defeated all his trump cards...

His former pride completely disappeared at this time.

"I don't believe it..." Wu Huang murmured.

laugh!

A bloodline slowly emerged from his neck. The next moment, Wu Huang's head slid down from his neck...

Blood soared into the sky.

Inside and outside the entire Holy Land, there were silent, and then countless sounds of air-absorbing sounded.

"Wu Huang, he was actually killed!"

Looking at this scene with shocking eyes, no one expected that the unfathomable Wu Huang would be killed by a young man from Tianguan.

Mu Wuji also opened his mouth wide, then shook the cigarette pole, and murmured: "How did this kid do it?"

At that moment, he thought Zhou Yuan would definitely die!

But unexpectedly, it actually broke through Wu Huang's terrible offensive, and instantly reversed the battle situation, directly erased Wu Huang's head, and cut Wu Huang's body...

"How is that possible?!"

Zhao Pan also growled, his face gloomy, and suddenly stood up, staring at the mirror with gloomy eyes, his eyes full of disbelief.

He also couldn't believe that Wu Huang would be defeated by Zhou Yuan!

There was a constant uproar in the whole world, but no matter how unbelievable they were, the pictures in the light mirror made them understand how cruel reality was.

In that place of holy sites, Xiao Tianxuan and Gu Ling looked at the scene in amazement.

After a while, they swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at Zhou Yuan's figure again, there was a sense of fear in their eyes. They knew too well that Wu Huang was powerful, but even as powerful as Wu Huang, they were defeated by Zhou Yuan's hands...

At the same time, in the holy ladder, the stone platform from the fifth to the ninth suddenly burst out with a thousand feet of light.

The light faded, and the scene of the five stone Taichung was clearly revealed.

On the fifth stone platform, the green ivy sat cross-legged, with a pale face. On its shoulders, Xiaohan also became listless and the light was dim.

Not far ahead of her, a lifelike ice sculpture radiated light in the sunlight. Inside the ice sculpture, Zhu Ying's cheeks solidified and did not move.

On the sixth stone platform, Zhen Xu's clothes were broken. His body was covered with countless deep knife marks, but not much blood was flowing out. His body was like a mummy.

In front of him, Jiang Quan was covered with scars, but there was a thread that directly penetrated his eyebrows...

On the seventh stone platform, the left Qiu Qingyu jade feet stepped on the shoulders of the figure with a strong body like an iron tower. Blood stains appeared beside her little mouth, making her red lips more charming.

The man named Qin Tong at her feet knelt on one knee, not knowing his life or death.

The eighth stone platform seemed to burst into pieces. In the ruins, Ning Zhan crawled out of the gravel. He was covered in scars, but the smile on his face was extremely fanatical.

In the ruins not far away, white hair scattered faintly.

On the ninth stone platform, two figures sat cross-legged.

Blood holes appeared on the sword blind man's body, his face was pale, and he held the palm of the black heavy sword and kept trembling.

In front of him, Ye Ming was also sitting cross-legged, but there was a deep sword mark on his chest, which almost divided his whole body into two from his shoulders to his lower abdomen.

Both of them were incredibly miserable.

Both sides suffered losses.

Wow!

Seeing this scene, an uproar sounded again in the world, but then there was a cheer that echoed, because except for the ninth stone platform, it seemed that the other stone platforms were all the prides of the vast continent who won the victory...

However, the green ivy on the stone platform, Zuoqiu Qingyu and others raised their heads at this time and looked at the top of the holy mountain. Then, they saw Zhou Yuan kneeling on one knee, and Wu Huang, whose head slid down and blood soared into the sky behind him...

"This pervert..." Lu Luo murmured.

"I can actually do this..." Zhen Xu whispered.

Zuoqiu Qingyu had a bright and beautiful eyes. He smiled sweetly and said slyly: "It seems... this guy seems to be a very good choice too..."

Ning Zhan had a serious face and stared at Zhou Yuan's figure: "This guy is so powerful. I really want to fight him!"

The blind swordman Li Chunjun held the heavy sword lightly, was silent for a moment, and said, "Zhou Yuan, it seems that in the future, you will be a person who is more suitable for me to sharpen my sword than Wuhuang..."

Ye Ming also coughed up a bloody thread, shook his head and smiled, "Hehe, Wu Huang, Wu Huang, I really didn't expect that you would fall into his hands in the end..."

At this moment.

The eyes of the whole world gathered towards the White Jade Square.

Such a picture is particularly shocking.

Under the setting sun.
Chapter completed!