"Junior sister Lu, since you insist on fighting, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"
Seeing that Lu Xiaoxiang was seriously injured but still unharmed, Nangong Yan frowned and drew out the Qingfeng sword from her waist again. At the same time, the aura on her body became more powerful.
"It seems that this battle is about to end...!"
"Although Junior Sister Lu is not weak in strength and has the help of eighth-grade spiritual treasures, she is still one step behind Senior Sister Nangong. What a pity!"
"Hey, what's such a pity about this? Just before the war started, I bet Senior Sister Nangong's contribution points of three thousand points, and now everyone is happy!"
"Grandma! If I had known, I would have bet more, maybe I can make more!"
"Huh! That's pretty good of you. I just made a counter bet with Brother Lu on Senior Sister Nangong and lost, and now I have lost all my wife...!"
On the side of the ring, seeing Lu Xiaoxiang at a disadvantage, there was a burst of discussion in the crowd. Most of the students couldn't hide their faces. It seemed that Nangong Yan had won the bet, and only a small number of people did not follow the trend and place bets.
"Does this girl still have a hand left..."
Unlike the excited people on the side, Lu Feng still stood with his hands behind his hands, his expression calm, and he was not worried at all because Lu Xiaoxiang was at a disadvantage in the ring.
Because, he could see that although Lu Xiaoxiang was seriously injured, the energy in his body's Dantian had not been exhausted and he still had the strength to fight!
Furthermore, the Hundred Styles Umbrella in the opponent's hand is an eighth-grade spiritual treasure after all. It has good lethality and defensive power. Even Nangong Yan, who is at the eighth level of the Pulse Opening Realm, can't defeat it head-on. He can only sneak attack from behind.
唰! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
In an instant, a large amount of sword energy came through the air, like a flying swallow in the sky. It was directed at Lu Xiaoxiang's vital points and major life points, and at the same time, there was a piercing sword whistling sound. Its power was comparable to that of a seventh-level martial arts!
"Hundreds of mechanical umbrellas, hundreds of mechanical waterfalls!"
Facing the overwhelming sword energy offensive, Lu Xiaoxiang released the Dantian energy in his body without reservation. Then he flicked his right wrist and threw the hundred-style mechanical umbrella into the sky.
Click!
Hundred-style mechanical umbrellas were seen rising into the air, making a clicking sound. The next moment, they unfolded outwards on the spot. The wings of the umbrella were so large that they were as wide as several people. At the same time, the true content of the interior was revealed. There were hundreds of weapons of all kinds hidden inside!
"This is...?!"
Seeing this scene, Nangong Yan on the other side of the ring also shrank her pupils, feeling uneasy in her heart.
Phew! call out! call out!
Just when Nangong Yan was dazed, the Baishi mechanism umbrella was also spinning in the air, and then suddenly shot out a large number of mechanism weapons, some of which were even contaminated with corrosive poison. Like a downpour, they hit Nangong Yan on the opposite side of the ring.
锵锵锵...!
A large number of mechanical weapons cut through the air, instantly shattering the cold sword energy that was coming towards them, and then turned into nothingness.
"Swallows return to their swordsmanship, flying swallows return to their nests!"
Nangong Yan retreated violently while swinging his sword and slashing out dozens of piercing sword auras, attacking Lu Xiaoxiang not far away again. Obviously, he did not want to blindly dodge and defend, lest he fall into an unfavorable battle situation.
唰! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
I saw the sky full of sword energy coming through the air, and then turned sharply in the middle of the road, like a flying swallow returning to its nest, with an extremely tricky attack angle, pointing directly at Lu Xiaoxiang's back.
"This move again...!"
Faced with Nangong Yan's old trick, Lu Xiaoxiang frowned, but he had no intention of dodging. He continued to control the hundred-style parachute to attack the former, seemingly planning to exchange injuries for injuries!
「What?!」
"Could this girl really be dying...!"
Seeing Lu Xiaoxiang voluntarily abandoning his defense, and at the same time controlling the hundred-style umbrella to continue attacking him, Nangong Yan was also shocked and surprised.
Him After all, her Yanhui Sword Technique is an authentic seventh-level martial arts, and with Lu Xiaoxiang's cultivation level of only the sixth level of the Kaimai Realm, if he were to hold it head-on, even if he had the power to protect his body, he would be dead or disabled!
Miso! Poof...!
In an instant, the sword light cut through the void. The next moment, Lu Xiaoxiang's whole body trembled, and then blood flew out. He couldn't help but fell straight down. It seemed that the energy in his body had been completely exhausted and he no longer had the strength to fight!
Click!
After losing control of Lu Xiaoxiang's Yuan Li, the hundred-style mechanical umbrella in the sky also made a clicking sound, and immediately fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings, and the surface of the umbrella also lost some of its luster.
"What a powerful spirit treasure. If this girl hadn't lost all her energy, I might have really lost this battle...!"
His figure was also lagging behind. Nangong Yan's face was pale, and her robes were in tatters, and her whole aura had become extremely weak. It was obvious that she had also tried her best in this battle, and she was lucky enough to win!
"Junior Sister Lu, the outcome has been decided now!"
"Although your strength is good and you have the help of eighth-grade spiritual treasures, you are not my opponent after all...!"
He took a few breaths, and the next moment Nangong Yan looked up again at Lu Xiaoxiang, who was lying on the ground opposite him, and said in a slightly complicated tone, "Besides, it's just an academy competition right now. Even if you lose this year, it's just an extra three years of waiting. Junior Sister Lu, why do you have to try your best for this, even risking your own life?"
"Ahem, cough...! No, that's not right...!"
Lu Xiaoxiang also struggled to raise his head, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be unable to get up, but his tone showed a long-lost relief, "Senior Sister Nangong, I won this battle..."
"What did you say?"
Hearing this, Nangong Yan's face was slightly stunned, and then she frowned again, "Junior Sister Lu, are you too seriously injured right now, causing you to lose consciousness?"
You can't stand up, even the eight extraordinary meridians in your body have been cut off by my sword energy, and it will take more than half a year to recover. How could you win this battle...? "
Nangong Yan's tone was strange, and his expression was surprised.
In her opinion, the other party most likely could not accept failure, so he started talking nonsense.