The tip of the gun was only three feet away from Taihai's chest.
Two feet.
One foot.
Taihai Seeing this, he punched out his left fist with all his strength, facing the tip of the spear.
At the same time, the fifth Soul Ring on his body lit up, trying to dodge the shot at the last moment.
But at this moment, Zhou Qiubai also moved.
He didn't know when he appeared behind Taihai, and White Clothes Sword stabbed Taihai in the back.
Attack from front and back.
Taishan's eyes were splitting and he wanted to rescue, but the distance was too far and it was too late.
Taihai is in a desperate situation.
Both front and back are killing moves. No matter which side you choose to hit hard, you will be hit hard by the other side.
In a split second, Taihai made a choice.
He gave up dodge and defense, concentrated all Soul Power on his left fist, and punched Yang Guyun's gun.
As for Zhou Qiubai behind him, he was prepared to resist.
With his Soul Emperor cultivation level, if Soul Elder hits him like this, even if he is stabbed in the back of the heart, he may not die.
But if the gun from Yang Guyun pierces the chest, it will really be over.
Even the mutated Soul Breaking Spear is still Soul Breaking Spear.
Ju Zi is no longer Ju Zi?
Bang!
The fists and guns collided, and the loud noise shook the surroundings.
Taihai's fist collided with Returnless Spear's gun tip, and a terrifying air wave exploded centered on the collision point. The gravel on the floor of the arena instantly flew up, and smoke and dust were everywhere.
Everyone's eyes widened, wanting to see the result clearly.
The smoke and dust slowly dispersed.
On the ring, Taihai was kneeling on one knee, his left fist dripping with blood, and a bloody hole was stabbed on the fist surface, and the bone was clearly visible.
However, he blocked the shot after all.
The tip of Returnless Spear's gun was only three inches away from his chest.
"Blocked!"
"As expected of the Strength Clan!"
"Soul Emperor is Soul Emperor after all..."
There was an exclamation in the audience.
But the next moment, everyone's voices suddenly stopped.
Because behind Taihai, Zhou Qiubai's sword was already pressed against his back.
The tip of the sword pierced his clothes and penetrated half an inch of his skin.
A drop of blood slipped down the sword.
But Taihai was unable to make any response.
It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he can't move.
Yang Guyun's gun was blocked, but the terrifying penetrating power contained in the gun was continuously transmitted through his fists, like maggots on the tarsal bones, crazily destroying his meridians.
He had to use all his Soul Power to suppress it, otherwise his entire arm would be useless.
Although the sword behind him only penetrated half an inch, the chill from the tip left him without any doubt.
As long as he makes the slightest move, this sword will pierce his heart.
Lost.
He lost to a Soul Elder, and a Soul Ancestor.
Taihai closed his eyes and said bitterly, "I give up."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Qiubai put away his sword and Yang Guyun put away his gun.
The two of them stood side by side, White Clothes wearing black clothes, white and flawless.
And Taishan stood there blankly, looking at his brother who was kneeling on one knee, his face full of disbelief.
Lost?
The two Soul Emperor actually lost to two juniors who didn't even show their Soul Ring?
How is this possible?
But the fact is before our eyes.
Damn it!
"I surrender."
He knew it was best to admit defeat now and take Taihai for treatment as soon as possible, otherwise his brother's hand would be useless.
It was just a competition in the first place, but if someone was killed, the relationship between the Li and Po clans would become tense.
The whole place was dead silent.
After three full breaths, the referee finally woke up from a dream and announced, "Spear and Sword Peerless... wins!"
The audience immediately burst into flames.
"Win! They actually won!"
"It's useless Soul Skill, even Soul Ring doesn't light up!"
"What kind of monster is this?"
"Those two Strength Clan are both real Soul Emperor! Soul Skill is fully opened, and you actually lost?!"
"The one with the sword is so skilled!"
"And the one with the gun is even more terrifying."
"Looking at their cooperation, it's absolutely perfect!"
In the VIP seat, Chen Xuan put down his tea cup and clapped gently.
"Wonderful." He said softly, "Skill overcomes force, speed overcomes slowness."
Yu Tianheng and others were completely speechless.
They knew that Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun were extremely powerful, but to be so strong was really beyond their scope of knowledge.
Soul Elder, Soul Ancestor, and Soul Skill actually defeated two Soul Emperor who tried their best?
This is beyond description.
This is simply a miracle that subverts cognition!
On the ring, Taishan helped Taihai, and the two looked at Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun with complicated eyes.
"Breaking Clan's Little Monster..." Taishan said with a hint of emotion in his tone, "He has actually grown to this point."
Yang Guyun looked as normal and answered calmly, "I am Yang Guyun."
Taishan was slightly startled, then shook his head. "Still so stubborn."
Taihai looked at Zhou Qiubai sincerely and said, "Young Friend Zhou, the patriarch asked me to bring you a message. If you have time, come and sit at the Strength Clan."
Although this was said to Zhou Qiubai, the meaning is obvious.
Tai Tan wanted to meet Yang Guyun, but knew that he had a stubborn temper, so he asked Zhou Qiubai to help match him.
Zhou Qiubai smiled slightly, cupping his fists and responded, "Thank you, senior Tai Tan, for sending the message. I will visit you another day."
Taishan nodded, said no more, and helped the injured Taihai out of the ring.
In this battle, they were convinced that they had lost.
Strength Clan It is one thing to protect the weak, but it is also another thing to respect the strong.
Mainly because of Yang Guyun's identity, Tai Tan didn't dare to move.
After the two left, Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun were also preparing to step down.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the audience.
"Wait!"
Everyone looked together and saw a young man in brocade clothes standing up, pointing at Zhou Qiubai and saying, "Did you use something to hide Soul Skill? Otherwise, how could you defeat Soul Emperor? I don't accept it!"
As soon as these words came out, many people showed thoughtful expressions.
Indeed, it is incredible that Soul Skill is not used to defeat Soul Emperor. It is inevitable that it will feel a little fishy?
Zhou Qiubai stopped, turned to look at the young man, and smiled slightly, "You don't accept it?"
"I don't accept it!" The young man raised his head and said, "If you have the ability, fight with me! Let me see your true ability!"
Zhou Qiubai looked him over and suddenly asked, "What is your cultivation level?"
"Level 47 Soul Ancestor!" The young man replied proudly, "Although I am not as good as Taishan Taihai, my two seniors, I am not a weakling who can be manipulated by others!"
"Soul Ancestor~" Zhou Qiubai nodded, then turned around and continued to step off the stage.
"You!" The young man was stunned, and then said angrily, "What do you mean? Look down on me?"
Zhou Qiubai didn't look back and said calmly, "You are not qualified yet."
Those five words were like a slap in the face, hitting the young man hard in the face.
"You... what did you say?" The young man's face turned red with anger and he almost breathed fire.
Zhou Qiubai has already walked off the ring and walked side by side to the contestant tunnel with Yang Guyun.
When he reached the entrance of the passage, he suddenly stopped, looked back at the young man, and said with a smile, "Whenever you can get rid of Soul Skill and take one punch from Taishan without dying, come back to me."
After saying that, the two disappeared deep into the passage.