1364: C1364 A miserable victory!

C1364 A miserable victory!

The battle between the two had already attracted attention. The Highest Elder on the high platform could not help but frown, but he did not speak up.

He didn't know if he should agree or have other plans.

The Ten Peaks Sect Leader was also silent.

After all, neither Godsword Peak nor Godsword Peak had expressed anything.

Thus, no one stopped this battle.

He allowed Murong Bo's and Zong Feng's battle to continue growing.

"Grand Elder, is this …" At this time, the host elder walked over to the Highest Elder's side, his voice somewhat solemn. If this continued, then the two disciples would probably become crippled.

The Grand Elder glanced at him.

"As long as they don't die, it's fine. The two children still need to go to the Life and Death Arena. Since that's the case, why not settle it here? No one will be injured and avoid the battle on the Life and Death Arena."

The hosting elder nodded and stepped back.

Everyone continued to watch the battle.

Xiao Chen and the others had grave expressions on their eyes because the wounds on Zong Feng's body were increasing, and his clothes were dyed red with blood. It was the same for Murong Bo. The two of them were roughly on par with each other.

But Zong Feng's complexion looked better.

After all, he was also physically strong, and his physique was much stronger than Murong Bo's.

Thus, he was not afraid of such a battle.

Dragging would be enough to drag Murong Bo to death.

Furthermore, there was no need to drag it out, Murong Bo's battle, would definitely be lost!

Sword light flowed in Zong Feng's eyes.

In his eyes, there seemed to be a river of swords condensing.

Crazy catharsis.

"Murong Bo, come, let's fight."

Murong Bo focused his eyes.

"That's exactly what I was thinking!"

His blade intent was awe-inspiring and incomparably domineering.

Rumble rumble rumble!

As the rumbling sounds condensed in the air, Blade River and Sword River condensed behind the two of them. In the next instant, they frantically dashed forward and collided in the air.

Murong Bo roared, his Immortal energy going berserk.

And Zong Feng slowly closed his eyes.

Bang Bang... Bang Bang...

It was the sound of a heartbeat. Everyone present could hear it.

Zong Feng's body emitted a trace of an aura that returned to its original state. Xiao Chen and the others smiled, it was Sword Heart, Zong Feng was activating Sword Heart.

Everyone's eyes focused.

This heartbeat came from Zong Feng.

What is this?

Murong Bo was not afraid, his immortal energy surged, flying straight up to the sky, a terrifying set of rules sweeping across the sky, adding onto the river of blades.

Buzz! Buzz!

Immediately, the divine saber flashed with sharpness, becoming even more threatening.

He was about to cut the Sword River in half.

And right at this moment, Zong Feng's eyes opened, and in that instant, the Sword River became as resplendent as the stars in the sky, instantly shattering the Blade River and rushing over to kill Murong Bo.

Murong Bo's face changed greatly.

In his hand, the divine blade's immortal light flashed, and flew out at an extremely fast speed, instantly piercing through Zong Feng's right chest, causing blood to splatter all over the stage. The terrifying impact directly pulled Zong Feng a hundred meters away.

The Sword River Storm had also landed on Murong Bo's body and engulfed him.

Zong Feng's face was cold and indifferent.

"Twisting!"

Swoosh swoosh!

Sword qi was surging, crazily rushing into Murong Bo's body.

Within the storm, Murong Bo screamed miserably.

The pain made the veins on his forehead bulge out, and his entire body twitched. Blood spurted out, the pain made Murong Bo wish he was dead.

Zong Feng's face revealed a smile.

The storm was clear, Murong Bo was lying on the ground, blood flowing continuously from his legs, his body was swaying a little as he stood up and pulled out the blade at his chest, once again bringing forth fresh blood.

His face was pale, and the pain made him grimace.

"Bring him down, his legs are crippled."

With that sentence, countless disciples of the Godsword Peak were stunned.

Looking at the Eldest Senior Brother on the stage.

Zong Feng, I heard that Eldest Senior Brother's leg is crippled …

How is this possible!?

The senior brother is the number one person in Godsword Peak!

And now …

On the stage, Murong Bo's face twitched, his heart was also trembling, the pain in his legs made him unable to stand, but he could be sure that there was nothing wrong with his bones, and the problem lay …

The tendons in his legs had been cut off by Zong Feng.

Murong Bo looked at Zong Feng, his expression murderous.

Zong Feng was disdainful.

Victory and defeat had already been decided. He turned around and Xiao Chen and Marquis Yun both rushed out to support Zong Feng. Xiao Chen took out pills and handed it to him.

With such a terrifying injury, the competition in the future would probably …

The victory in this battle was not beautiful.

If the Eldest Senior Brother was unable to participate in the competition, even if he won, what difference would there be between him losing?

On stage, Murong Bo was being carried down.

On the stage, the Godsword Peak's Sect Master clenched her fists tightly and directly crushed the armrest of her seat. He looked at Kong Qinglei and coldly said, "Sect Master Kong, I suspect that Zong Feng is deliberately crippling my disciple."

Kong Qinglei also had something to say.

"I also suspect that Murong Bo wanted to kill my disciple Zong Feng on purpose. Everyone can clearly see that the blade stuck in my disciple's chest is Godsword Peak's Murong Bo's."

A sharp glint flashed in the eyes of the Sect Master of Godsword Peak.

"But right now, your disciple is severely injured, and my disciple is crippled!"

Kong Qinglei curled his lips.

"Who knows if there will be any side effects that will affect the cultivation."

The Sect Leader of Godsword Peak was enraged.

"You are trying to force the truth out of me."

"I argue."

"You …"

"Enough." At this time, the Great Clan Elder opened his mouth and the two of them sat down, "In this battle, both Murong Bo and Zong Feng were injured, Zong Feng's chest was pierced by a blade, it is not fatal, and Murong Bo's leg tendons can be reattached, it is not a big problem, as for a quarrel at an occasion like Ten Peaks of Daos?

All of you are no longer children. You are the heads of your respective mountain ranges. Don't tell me that you want to let the Dao Sect disciples watch a joke? "

Kong Qinglei and the Sect Leader of the Godsword Peak bowed.

"This disciple knows his wrongs. Senior Elder, please calm your anger."

The Grand Elder slowly nodded.

After all, the two of them were the heads of the Dao Sect and their faces. Even though he was a Supreme Elder, it was hard to say exactly how much face they would have if the Dao Sect disciples were present.

"Let's continue."

Below the stage, Xiao Chen and the rest surrounded Zong Feng.

Nervous of his injuries, Zong Feng smiled, "It's fine but I'm afraid the following matches will..."

"The injury is more serious." Qin Ziyu said.

"There's us behind them." When Xiao Chen spoke, Marquis Yun and the others continued to speak, "Eldest Martial Brother, please be at ease. We will take care of the trash from Godsword Peak."

Zong Feng nodded and closed his eyes.

Marquis Yun held Zong Feng's hand and shook it.0

"Elder Senior-apprentice Brother, wake up!"

Zong Feng opened his eyes and looked at Marquis Yun, "What are you doing?"

Marquis Yun was startled for a moment, and then he smiled coyly.

"You scared me with your eyes closed! I thought you were dead!"

Zong Feng: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Third senior brother, how can you not tease me now?

Qin Ziyu stood up and went up the stage. She pointed her sword at Godsword Peak as her eyes turned indifferent and cold, "Emperor Sword Peak's direct disciple Qin Ziyu, at the peak of the second level of the Dao Realm, challenges Godsword Peak!"

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