Chapter 777: 777 It's a pity, they are disappointed
Chapter 777 777 Unfortunately, they were disappointed
He can see that it is not that Gu Fenghua and the others are not worried, but are full of confidence in Fatty Bai. Although they don't know what this is because of, his originally anxious heart instantly regains peace.
On the comparison platform, the crackling sounds of long swords still kept coming and going, dense as rain.
Fatty Bai and Zhou Xian's figures staggered past again and again, and every time they stumbled, a string of sparks flew out, brilliant like stars in the night.
It seems that the two are still equally divided. However, as before, Fatty Bai had to make two swords in a row to withstand Zhou Xian Yixian.
"This fat man is full of holy spirits, and he has persisted for so long." A middle-aged sage master of Guanghua Country said in the audience.
Calculating the time, it has been more than half an hour since the two played against each other. He has been practicing for half his life, and now he is also the cultivation base of the eighth rank of the Fa Sage. If he is allowed to make continuous and full shots like Fatty Bai, and if he still has two swords against others, he can't do anything.
"It's the end of the crossbow, I think how long he can last?" Another Guanghua Saint Master said with a cold snort.
"Two swords can reach the one sword of Master Zhou. Sooner or later, I will drag myself to death. Why bother? Anyway, it's a loss. It's better to give in, at least it's better to lose." Someone said with a sharp voice.
"Unexpectedly, this Junlansheng is so tough. I am a rising star in Xinghua State. It is rare and rare. I had missed it before." A Xingshi family patriarch said with emotion.
"Although defeat is still glorious, although defeat is still glorious." Another Patriarch also said appreciatively.
"Patriarch Luo, he hasn't lost yet." Someone argued for Fatty Bai.
"Oh, it's just a matter of time." The Patriarch sighed.
Around , the other Xinghua people were silent for a while. Although they all praised Fatty Bai and even expressed their respect, the facts were before them, and they had no hope for this competition.
At this moment, both Guanghua people and Xinghua people believe that Fatty White will undoubtedly lose in this competition. It's just a matter of time, but no one noticed that Zhou Xian's forehead has already been covered with a fine layer. Sweat beads, and his face paled.
"This fat man, how long does he have to hold on to such abundant holy spirit?" Zhou Xian groaned in his heart.
He didn't know how long it would take Fatty White to drag him to death, but he knew that the holy energy in his body was being used up unknowingly, and it would not last long.
Zhou Xian crossed his heart and poured the holy energy into the long sword with all his strength, speeding up the offensive. The current strategy is to use a thunderous offensive to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop, otherwise he may be dragged to death.
"Look, Young Master Zhou has a killer move!"
"Fatty Bai is dead, he was originally the end of the crossbow, how can he stop the full shot of Zhou Gongzi."
"Didn’t he want to procrastinate? Now it seems he can’t procrastinate?"
Soon, someone discovered the changes in Zhou Xian's sword power, and a well-known Guanghua Saint Master said excitedly.
"Okay, okay, we are going to win, prepare to light firecrackers and fireworks." The Guanghua Family Patriarch said with a trembling whole body.
Unfortunately, they were disappointed.
Although Zhou Xian has tried his best, both the holy energy in the sword and the speed of the sword are twice as strong as before, but Fatty Bai still copes with dripping water, and the speed of the sword has increased exponentially. The only difference is That is, before using two swords to resist Zhou Xian's sword, now, he has to use four swords.
But how about four swords and one sword? Anyway, Fatty Bai was still standing on the stage well, and he didn't collapse in a battle like they hoped.
(End of this chapter)
