Two thick earth-yellow light shields condensed in front of him, advancing like a city wall.
This is Black Tortoise Martial Soul's signature defensive technique, which is almost impossible to break at the same level.
They have to push hard and crush them with absolute defense.
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun looked at each other.
The two of them stepped back at the same time and distanced themselves.
Yu Tianheng had time to breathe, and the lightning in his eyes shone brighter. "The third Soul Skill, Thunder Fury!"
The lightning around him surged, and his aura doubled in an instant.
"Yanzi!" he growled.
Dugu Yan gritted his teeth, and the third Soul Ring lit up.
"Jade Phosphorus Purple Poison!"
Purple poisonous mist spurted from her mouth, more deadly than the red and blue poisons.
Wherever the poisonous mist passed, even the green granite floor made a "sizzling" corrosion sound.
Purple poison, Red Poison, Blue Poison, three colors of poisonous mist intertwined, rushing towards Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun like a tide.
And Shi Mo Shi Mo's Black Tortoise Barrier has been pushed to within five feet.
Yu Feng and Osler were walking on both sides, waiting for opportunities to move.
Desperation has come.
Seven versus two, the advantage lies with Huang Dou.
In the stands, some people began to shake their heads.
"It's over, Spear and Sword Peerless is going to be over."
"There is no solution to the poisonous fog and barriers."
"I thought I could create a miracle..."
In the box, Supervisor Zhao was wiping cold sweat and muttering, "You two, you two, please don't lose too miserably..."
In the center of the venue, Zhou Qiubai looked at the incoming poisonous mist and barriers, and suddenly smiled.
"Guyun."
"Hmm."
"That's almost it."
Yang Guyun nodded, and the two closed their eyes at the same time, with a tacit understanding in their hearts.
When he opened it again, the light in his eyes was bright.
Zhou Qiubai raised his sword high, pointing the tip towards the sky, as if summoning the power of the sky.
Yang Guyun stood with a gun sideways, the blood lines on the gun body shining brightly.
"First Soul Skill." Zhou Qiubai said softly, "Listen to Rain."
"First Soul Skill." Yang Guyun said in a calm voice, "Guan."
On both of them, Soul Ring finally emerged.
They will respect their opponents, provided that their opponents deserve respect.
Although it is okay to deal with these seven without Soul Ring, they are not enemies, so there is no need to make future relations so tense.
Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, but also about human relations.
Four Soul Ring rose from Yang Guyun's feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple and purple, the standard Soul Ancestor configuration, although stunning, is to be expected.
After all, he is also a disciple of a big family, Soul Ring is not bad at all.
But over there Zhou Qiubai...
Yellow purple purple.
Three Soul Ring, the second one is Millennium.
The whole place fell into dead silence for an instant.
Everyone's eyes widened, staring at the deep purple circle at Zhou Qiubai's feet.
The second ring of the millennium? How is this possible?
Second Soul Ring The limit is about 700 to 800 years. This has become common knowledge. After all, almost all those who tried the second ring of the millennium exploded and died.
The Millennium Second Ring is a legendary existence.
Lian Qin Mingdu took a breath. "The second ring of the millennium, this..."
Yu Tianheng's pupils suddenly contracted.
Dugu Yan shook his hand, and the poisonous mist instantly stagnated.
Shi Mo Shi Mo also paused in his movements.
Yu Feng and Osler were stunned, unable to believe the facts in front of them.
Ye Lingling showed a surprised look for the first time.
And at this moment, the shock of the entire audience seemed to turn into an invisible pressure, shrouding everyone's hearts.
Zhou Qiubai moved.
Listen to Rain is fully opened, and the world becomes extremely clear to his ears.
He found it.
White Clothes is like electricity, and the sword light is like a rainbow.
One Sword From the West.
The moment the sword light shined, everyone had an illusion.
That was not a sword, but a light from the sky, carrying the desolation and desolation of autumn, piercing the space.
Wherever the sword passes, the poisonous mist separates automatically.
The gap between the sword point and the barrier Soul Power.
"Click--"
Black Tortoise Barrier, cracked a fine line.
The sword's power didn't stop, and it stabbed Yu Tianheng's throat.
Yu Tianheng roared, Dragon Claw shot with all his strength.
But the moment the sword light touched Dragon Claw, it suddenly bent.
The characteristics of the soft sword were brought into full play at this moment. The sword body bypassed Dragon Claw like a spiritual snake and pierced the skin that was not covered with dragon scales.
Yu Tianheng retreated quickly, but the tip of the sword was already there.
Just when the tip of the sword was about to hit, Yang Guyun's gun arrived.
Returnless Spear is like black lightning, piercing Dugu Yan.
Surround Wei and rescue Zhao.
Dugu Yan had to withdraw the poisonous fog defense.
Yu Tianheng found a gap and retreated with all its strength.
The tip of the sword left a shallow blood mark on his neck.
The tip of the gun stopped half a foot in front of Dugu Yan.
The two stopped their moves at the same time, Zhou Qiubai retreated to Yang Guyun's side, White Clothes remained the same, with no blood on the tip of the sword.
Yang Guyun stood with his gun crossed, his eyes as cold as ice.
The whole place was silent.
There was only the crackling sound of burning flames and the heavy breathing of thousands of people.
But no one dared to touch the seven people from Imperial Fighting Team.
They stared at the two teenagers opposite, looking at the dazzling purple circle Thousand-Year Soul Ring at Zhou Qiubai's feet, and felt for the first time...
fear.
It is an instinctive fear of facing the unknown and breaking common sense.
Zhou Qiubai shook the sword gently and suddenly smiled.
He looked at Yu Tianheng.
"Still fighting?"
Yu Tianheng said nothing, he lowered his head and his eyes fell on the faint blood mark on his neck.
The wound is not deep and only scratches the surface.
Although the wound was not serious, it caused a turmoil in his heart.
If it had been just a little bit deeper, it would have definitely pierced his throat.
If Yang Guyun hadn't taken action in time to surround Wei and rescue Zhao, if Dugu Yan hadn't been forced to defend, and more importantly, if he hadn't burst out Thunder Fury at the last moment and retreated fiercely.
That sword was bound to penetrate the exposed skin under his neck with precision, cutting off the trachea and tearing the arteries.
This person...
Do you really want to kill him?
No.
Yu Tianheng suddenly raised his head, his eyes locked on the White Clothes boy opposite.
Zhou Qiubai was looking at him with a smile. There was no murderous intention in his eyes, only a trace of clarity that was almost joking.
That's not a look that's meant to kill someone, but...
Measure.
Measuring his reaction speed, measuring his fighting instinct, and even observing his life-and-death decisions.
Yes, he just had the chance to kill him directly, but didn't.
It seems that they really treat this battle as a sparring match.
But Yu Tianheng is not convinced.
As the grandson of Yu Yuanzhen, he was born with a golden spoon. He was the best in everything since he was born, but now...
"Tianheng." Dugu Yan's voice came from behind, mixed with an unprecedented solemnity, "He just... did it on purpose."
Yu Tianheng nodded slowly, understanding in his heart.
Zhou Qiubai's sword was definitely not to kill him, but to tell him that I have the ability to kill you.
This is a warning and a declaration.
"Still fighting?"
Zhou Qiubai asked again.
Yu Tianheng took a deep breath, and the wound on his neck healed quickly under the treatment of Nine Heart Begonia, leaving only a faint red mark.
He straightened up, and the lightning in his eyes gathered again.
"Hit."
The audience was instantly in an uproar.
"Still fighting?"
"You're still fighting after this?"
"Yu Tianheng is crazy?"
In the box, Qin Ming slowly sat down, folded his hands on his knees, looked at Yu Tianheng, and there was a trace of relief in his eyes.
This is Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
You can lose, but you can never retreat.