The fusion of the three elements is not easy, and it is even more difficult to find a stable balance point. The violent repulsive force directly shattered Ye Shuo's hands and mouth, and the three colors also showed disorderly alternation at all times. It seemed that it would explode at any time without waiting for the enemy to attack. At that time, the first person to bear the brunt will naturally be Ye Shuo himself.

But no matter how high the chance of Ye Shuo's self-destruction was, Luo Dixing didn't want to give him this opportunity to condense energy. He quickly withdrew his gaze, and the last seal technique finally pulled down heavily: "Destroy the Gu Ming!"

The sword-shaped phantom steadily took off, and a straight beam of light was shot out at the same time. From this point, countless blood lines would soon extend, and the enemy would be fully accurate. Ye Shuo knew that he could not wait any longer. Even if the fusion of these three elements had not been completed, it was actually mixed with the energy of the three elements. This was enough!

"Go!" Ye Shuoqing shouted, pushed the three-color light ball in his hand forward, and collided with the energy beam in mid-air. A large number of blood lines were spreading wildly, and soon the three-color light ball was filled.

Then, there was a piece of white light that was enough to cover the world.

"Boom! Boom!"

The endless explosions resounded throughout the field, and the elders had to set up protective covers again. This time, many elders at the Qi Condensation Level were even shocked.

If they were facing this kind of attack today, they would never be able to get out of it completely. At the same time, once the internal energy storm broke out completely, it would be enough to level the entire mountain. Unbelievable that such a devastating attack was only created by two little guys of Qi-gathering level!

The audience could only see the energy ripples that exploded one after another inside. The two people in the protective cover were destined to be blown away again and again, hit the protective cover and fell back to the field, and were hit again by the next wave of energy coming in, hit again, and then fall again... This imagined tragedy also made many disciples frightened.

Until the aftermath of the explosion finally dissipated, the elders carefully removed the protective cover and heard two "swooshing" sounds. Two figures were like two falling shells, each hitting a corner of the field. Their bodies were covered in blood and their clothes were completely rotten into pieces of rags, and even their faces could only be vaguely identified.

But even after being traumatized so violently, the two of them still did not lose consciousness, but they also had no strength to move for a moment.

The referee waited for a long time before he plucked up the courage to go forward and count: "One!"

Mo Liangcheng stared at the arena in a daze, enduring the severe pain and erosion of his heart. At this time, what filled his eyes was a sea of ​​sadness.

"That demon is really good at disguising it. It is obviously a game that can be easily won, but it is necessary to pretend to be a lose-lose battle..."

Then, his fists tightened hard on his knees.

"But... I will never be deceived by his disguise!"

...

"Two! The two players still cannot get up. Could this game end with a draw?"

Ye Shuo and Luo Dixing had already tried their best to maintain their consciousness just by maintaining their consciousness. Although neither of them could accept this "draw", their bodies seemed to no longer belong to them at this moment. Even if they issued orders in their minds, they could not move their limbs as they wished.

"three!"

Qi Lan could no longer bear to watch, so she stood up and shouted, "Senior Brother! Get up quickly! That Luo Dixing can no longer stand up. Now as long as you can stand up, you will win! Senior Brother!"

Qi Lan's words reached Ye Shuo's ears, and he also injected a dose of heart-boosting needle into him. He used all his strength to support his elbows, and amid the loud cheers of Xuantian School, he struggled to support half of his body.

"Four!"

Finally, Ye Shuo fell back to the ground again. This fall also made him cough up a few more mouthfuls of blood.

"Ah...you...you see!" At this moment, a disciple suddenly pointed at the stadium and exclaimed.

Under the attention of all the disciples, Luo Dixing struggled to move his legs, which had been blown up in dismay, and stood up shakingly. Although the wounds on his body were still bleeding, even though he was embarrassed, he finally stood up!

"Ha... Ye Shuo, you can only use the move just now once... You have no strength anymore..." Luo Dixing struggled and smiled. Although his eyes were dark at this time and he could hardly see things normally, with that breath, he forced himself to continue to maintain his standing posture, "And I can still stand up, you lost..."

"Five! Player Luo Dixing successfully stood up. In the final countdown, what will be the fate of Player Ye Shuo?"

"Ye Shuo..." Helian Feng's hands were pressed tightly on his heart. She had already reached this point. Of course, she didn't want Ye Shuo to lose, but she didn't want to see Ye Shuo as reluctant again!

"six!"

"Shuo'er!" Taoist Master Le Chen also stood up excitedly. The situation was already very obvious at this time. If he counted ten and Ye Shuo still couldn't stand up, he would lose the game. All his previous efforts were also in vain! Is it a glorious battle to enter the championship battle? Or is it a regretful defeat? How could he, the master, not be in a hurry?

"seven!"

Although Luo Dixing's body kept shaking, the smile on his face became stronger and stronger when he saw victory in his eyes. However, the next moment, his smile completely froze!

Opposite him, Ye Shuo stood up staggeringly. The same bloody stains, the same embarrassment, and even the same tired smile on his face!

"eight!"

Luo Dixing stared at Ye Shuo fiercely, and what Ye Shuo gave him was always a calm and calm smile. He... didn't look like he was about to fall down at all, let alone ten numbers or even twenty numbers, he seemed to be able to hold on...

But I have reached my limit...

"Puff--" Luo Dixing was half angry with Ye Shuo's calmness, and his other half was already exhausted. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, his body finally fell down again, just kneeling on the ground, kneeling in front of his enemy!

"Nine!"

Mo Liangcheng looked at him without any sorrow or joy. This result was as expected. He had already learned to no longer believe in miracles.

On the other side is the Xuantian Sect that holds its breath. The more it reaches the last moment, people prefer to use silence to express their mood.

"Ten! Player Luo Dixing was unable to stand up in the end! The winner was... The winner was Player Ye Shuo of Xuantian Sect!" The referee's voice trembled. In the game he hosted, he witnessed the biggest miracle of the seven major sects in many years. This was enough for him to brag about for the rest of his life!

The whole audience was silent, and then, a tsunami-like cheer broke out in the seat of the Xuantian Alliance.

Ye Shuo, known as the "newcomer dark horse", is now not even Luo Dixing's opponent. As evidenced by the facts, this is simply a dark horse that cannot be blackened!

After the referee announced the result, Ye Shuo's breath was finally exhausted, and he sat down to the ground, gasping for breath.

"I succeeded...ha...ha...I actually succeeded!"

Looking back on this game, he actually had a considerable amount of luck. Luo Dixing's strength is indeed much better than him, and he has admitted this until now. If he hadn't learned the secret space technique by chance before the start of the game, he would have failed long ago and even died. Speaking of this, I really have to thank Xing Shumin.

Then there was the fusion of three elements. That was his first attempt. He used it in the decisive stage for the first time. Seeing that the enemy had a big move about to come, he could still fuse the three elements into shape under the dual pressure of psychology and physiology.

Moreover, they really exerted their due power in the collision, rather than exploded directly in his own hands and blew him into coke... Ye Shuo still feels a little incredible when he thinks about it now. If he had to try it again, he really wouldn't dare say that he could be in place at once.

Then at the final counting stage, Ye Shuo really didn't know what he was relying on to stand up again at the last moment. Maybe it was his persistence in victory, maybe it was his promise to Helianfeng, maybe it was his expectation to fight with Mo Liangcheng... At that time, it was simply moving by itself, at least he could no longer control his limbs. It was not until he confirmed his victory that the will in his chest was taken away, and he could fall down with confidence.

But no matter how much luck is, Ye Shuo would never say that his success depends solely on luck. After all, sometimes luck is also a kind of strength.

Amid the cheers, only the top four bets on Ye Shuo were still a little confused. They had persisted until now with fear and fear. They thought Ye Shuo's third place was almost certain, but who knew that he had just left the third place and won the runner-up throne! But in this way, what should I do if the money he bets on him...?

The referee's announcement, the response from the audience, and all of this have confirmed the identity of the winner. And the winner is not himself...

Luo Dixing knelt on the ground in a daze, even the referee stretched out his hand to support him. His eyes turned wildly in his sockets for a long time, and suddenly raised his fist and slammed it hard on the ground. He punched with great force, and even the blood oozing from the cracks of the fists was unaware of it.

"I didn't lose!! I didn't lose!! How could I lose...? I don't believe... This must be fake, I don't believe... This is a conspiracy... impossible... impossible..." Luo Dixing murmured to himself madly, and in the end he had turned into an incoherent prayer. His spirit had already reached the brink of collapse.

At this time, the audience also noticed the loser again. The louder the shouts of Ye Shuo were to praise Ye Shuo, and the more harsh he was to denounce Luo Dixing now.

"Luo Dixing actually lost like this!"

"How was he arrogant back then? He said we were a group of people, but now he has slapped the face and hurts?"

"He still has the face to clamor and advance directly. According to me, if he calls honestly, he might not even be able to pass the first round!"

"But he actually played well, I can only say that his opponent is better than him."

Although some people also put forward objective opinions, they were quickly drowned in the wave of ridicule. These disciples were bullied by Luo Dixing for too long. Seeing that he was in trouble, he was more and more serious than the other.

"But in this way, Luo Dixing and Chu Tianyao will compete for third place. What should we do if our bets are done?"

"There is no Luo Dixing on the previous list of the semi-finals, so it's Chu Tianyao's third place!"

"That's right, Luo Dixing is like that now, maybe even Chu Tianyao can't beat him!"

Luo Dixing, who was in the center of the bombardment, looked paler and paler, and in the end he hugged his head and screamed.

"Ah...ahhhhh--" All this in front of him is so familiar, so similar to the nightmare in the illusion! He is also denounced as a waste by everyone, and all the halo and glory are leaving him. When this game failed, all his pride and crazy words had become a joke.

At this moment, he had nothing. This is not just a loss of one game, he lost his entire life!

In the future, no one will buy his account; he will no longer be late or leave early, and use all kinds of privileges; his enemies will definitely talk about this matter, and humiliate him so much that he will never be able to raise his head.

From now on... from now on, how could he continue to practice with this curse? He is finished, he is really finished. He never thought that the nightmare in the illusion would turn into a real nightmare!

I...really lived like a waste, a joke, hahaha...

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"As the saying goes, victory or defeat is common in military affairs. Don't worry too much. I will help you with revenge in the next battle."

The sarcasm subsided miraculously at this moment. Looking at Mo Liang City who suddenly walked onto the stage, everyone chose to wait and see. After all, the first genius has already expressed his attitude. If he blindly follows the trend, wouldn't it seem quite unwise?

Luo Dixing's scream of despair also ended at this time. He felt as if there was a kind of power to pull his already broken soul back into his body.

He turned his head skeptically, fearing that the only hope was just his illusion. What he saw at first was Mo Liangcheng, who would never do anything to do, was standing beside him and smiled friendly to him.

The sun poured on him, giving him a bit of holy glory. Although this statement was both clichéd and stingy, and in normal times, Luo Dixing would never think about it, now he really felt that Mo Liangcheng was now like an angel who saved the world, holy and bright.

Luo Dixing's extremely pale face finally slowly melted away a little softer.

It turns out... there are still some differences... This time, I haven't lost everything yet...

Thinking back to the illusion nightmare, when he was spitting endlessly, Mo Liangcheng was also one of the members who took advantage of the situation. However, in this real nightmare, he did not abandon himself. He chose to stand on his side, and only he has not abandoned himself yet...

The only opponent and the only friend.

As long as you don't look down on me for this, then other criticisms will no longer be qualified to hurt me...

Luo Dixing stopped being strong in front of Mo Liang City for the first time, and was supported by him to stand up obediently. Mo Liang City didn't say much, and helped him step by step out of the arena. In order to accommodate his injuries, his steps were rarely slowed down a lot.

Ye Shuo was already supported by the referee and stood up. Thinking of Mo Liangcheng's strange attitude the day before, he wanted to explain a few words, took the initiative to hold his arm and tentatively said: "Brothers in Liangcheng..."

Mo Liangcheng threw him away and left a cold sentence: "Don't get close to you, I don't seem to be that familiar with you."

Due to the silence in the field, Mo Liangcheng's words easily reached all the disciples' ears. Even Luo Dixing turned his head in surprise and looked at him.

Ye Shuo's raised hand froze in the air awkwardly, and the joy of winning seemed to be extinguished by Mo Liangcheng's cold attitude at this time.

What's wrong with him? Why did he treat me suddenly? Didn't they all do it just now? Did he get angry because I defeated Luo Dixing?... But he shouldn't be such a stingy person.

Only the ignorant referee seemed to have discovered a big news and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Oh! The Mo Liangcheng player spoke! It seems that even the quasi-champion cannot be taken lightly by the player Ye Shuo who won consecutive games. Is he defending his glory? The recognized first genius of the Dingtian Mountains, and the newcomer dark horse that came out halfway through this game, will soon have a fierce collision in tomorrow's arena, let's wait and see!"
Chapter completed!