Chapter 775: 775 I'm Sorry
Chapter 775
"Okay, I'm full, I really can't eat it anymore." Finally, Fatty Bai stuffed a pile of dried meat and said, touching his chubby belly.
"Really full?" Zhou Xian looked at the foodie in front of him, suddenly felt a little cute.
"I'm so full, I'm going to explode after eating." Bai Fatty said honestly.
"Well, let's do it." As soon as the voice fell, Zhou Xian suddenly pierced out with a sword.
This sword is so fierce, so swift, and the holy energy poured into the sword is so majestic and mighty!
Obviously, like the previous Guanghua elite, the power of this sword is still far beyond the ordinary magic sage, and in some places it is no less than the powerhouse of the soul sage.
"What a fast sword technique, what a strong sword power!" Seeing the eight blue holy beads between his brows, but the sword comparable to the soul sage, the hearts of the people of Xinghua Country hanged again.
After all, Guanghua Kingdom has won four games in a row. As long as there is another victory, this ten party ceremony will end ahead of schedule.
On the other hand, the fat guy on the stage still had a round stomach. Looking at it like that, I’m afraid he can’t even walk. How can he fight with others?
"Beidou, Batian!" Just as everyone was anxious, Fatty Bai also shot.
"Huh!" Many people were surprised. Fatty Bai's sword was even faster than Zhou Xian's sword.
Who could have imagined that a person who had a round stomach after eating and could not even walk on the road would actually make such a quick sword move.
In that shocking sound, the two sword lights had already cut in the air, making a crisp sound.
Sparks flew, Fatty Bai stepped back two steps, the long sword in his hand was also swung back, Zhou Xian only stepped back, and the sword in his hand was not exhausted, and continued to cut towards Fatty Bai.
Obviously, Zhou Xian had the absolute upper hand with the sword power comparable to the Soul Sage.
"Beidou, Tyrant!" Seeing Zhou Xian's remaining sword power continued to slash, Fatty Bai shouted and slashed again.
Gold and iron cried, sparks splashed everywhere, and the two retreated again.
This time, five or six steps have been taken, and the two men stabilized their figures, and they seemed to be evenly divided.
But don’t forget, Zhou Xian only cut one sword, but Bai Fatty used two. Obviously Zhou Xian had the absolute upper hand.
The expressions of all the people of Xinghua Country were sullen: Could it be that this is the last test of Xinghua Country, and the final victory will eventually miss them.
All the people in Guanghua Country are full of spirits, as if the dawn of victory is right in front of them.
"Beidou, Batian!" Without letting them think about it, the white fat man flew up again, sword after sword, like a flying star, rushing towards Zhou Xian.
In the field, the sound of gold and iron clinking is endless, and a string of sparks flashes quickly, as if the fireworks in a festive celebration are in full bloom.
The two figures staggered, and within half an hour, they had already fought a hundred swords. To be more precise, it was Zhou Xian who made a hundred swords. Fatty Bai actually needed two swords to get one sword against him.
"If this goes on, I'm afraid it's not a way." A Xinghua old man said worriedly in the audience.
Everyone can see that this style of play is not so much a competition of sword skills as it is a competition of holy energy. Whoever has more holy energy can have the last laugh.
But the problem is that the two of them are both the eighth rank of the sage, and their cultivation bases are not much different. Junlansheng needs two swords to block the other's two swords, and consumes twice as much holy energy as others. If you continue to fight like this, you will lose only sooner or later. thing.
"There is no way if you don't do this, everyone on the other side has a combat power far surpassing the cultivation base, even comparable to the Soul Sage, otherwise it will only lose faster." The Xinghua compatriot next to him said helplessly.
(End of this chapter)
