Long Jing frowned tightly, puzzled, and his fear of Xie Purou deepened even more.
Fortunately, the consumption and damage Xie Purou suffered was no less than him.
At this moment, Xie Purou is on the other side of Slaughter Arena.
Her figure was swaying slightly, her face was as pale as paper, and she lost her previous sharpness.
At this time, he was sitting quietly cross-legged, using exercises to adjust his breath and repair his injuries.
The breath in her body was tumbling erratically, and the Immortal Power loss was quite serious. The backlash of Nine Tribulations Divine Lightning also made her meridians ache, and she was gasping for air.
Every breath carried the smell of blood, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks and dripped on the ground.
"He is indeed the top powerhouse of the Dragon Clan."
Xie Purou sighed secretly in his heart, closed his eyes slightly, and said to himself while running the technique.
"Although I have seen many strong Peak God Emperor Stage who are said to be closest to Hundun Saint Emperor before, there is still a big gap compared with him."
Only then did she understand that the gap in strength between the two Peak God Emperor Stages was so huge.
If Long Jing were to fight against those ordinary Peak God Emperor, Long Jing could definitely defeat them easily, or even crush them.
"If there's another big battle, I should still be able to fight and lose both sides!"
Xie Purou A flash of stubbornness flashed in his eyes.
She has always been hard on herself.
Although he was in extremely poor condition at the moment, his whole body was in pain and his strength was severely depleted.
According to common sense, stopping at this moment is the wisest choice.
But the competitiveness and tenacity in her bones did not allow her to back down.
What she came to Slaughter Arena for was never victory, but a battle that would bring her the ultimate training.
A duel that can bring out all your potential!
If you don't fight to the real limit, it's not fun!
Xie Purou slowly opened his eyes, looked across the center of Slaughter Arena, and landed on Long Jing opposite.
The two of them did not communicate with each other verbally or even with any movement.
But each other's eyes collided fiercely in mid-air, and the burning fighting spirit was like two balls of fire, clearly conveying a message - no one would end this battle easily, and everyone wanted to fight to the end to determine the real winner!
When the two of them sat cross-legged, adjusted their breath, and gathered strength, the entire Slaughter Arena fell into a brief eerie silence.
The violent collision and thunderous roar just now seemed to still be echoing in my ears.
But at this moment, the only sounds left in the stadium were the heavy breathing of the two people and the suppressed exclamations of the people in the surrounding stands.
Countless pairs of eyes were staring at Long Jing and Xie Purou, their gazes moving back and forth on them.
Everyone's face was filled with shock and disbelief.
The battle just now had a huge impact on them.
It was a showdown between the strongest men. Every collision was enough to shatter mountains, and every force was enough to destroy everything!
That kind of hearty and thrilling scene was something they had never seen before!
This is called the peak battle of the strong, this is called an evenly matched contest!
Seeing the two men adjusting their breaths quietly at this moment, countless people were shocked and couldn't help but feel worried, fearing that this wonderful battle would end hastily.
"Can they still do it?"
Someone lowered his voice and said with worry on his face, "After fighting to this extent, both of them should be exhausted, right?"
"It's hard to say."
Someone next to him shook his head, staring closely at the fighting spirit in the eyes of the two of them, "Look at the two of them, although they are in poor condition, the fighting spirit in their eyes is still strong. It is obvious that they want to fight again!"
"That's right, there was no real winner in that battle just now."
Another person echoed, "With strong men like them, they all have their own pride in their bones. It's absolutely unacceptable that they can't tell the winner!"
"I think so too. They definitely have another battle left, and this battle should be the last one."
Some people's eyes are filled with anticipation, "We will know who will lose and who will win when the time comes!"
Everyone is eager to know who is stronger between Long Jing and Xie Purou.
But at this level, who is strong and who is weak doesn't seem to be that important anymore.
A Middle God Emperor Stage human girl, with an absolute disadvantage in realm, was on a par with the top Peak God Emperor Stage strongman Dragon Clan, and even severely damaged the opponent.
This performance alone is enough to prove her strength and shock everyone.
Even if she really loses to Long Jing in the end, no one will think she is embarrassed.
On the contrary, everyone will feel that she is proud even though she is defeated!
For a human girl to be able to do this is already a miraculous existence!
Now, everyone is looking forward to how far this seemingly weak but actually extremely powerful human girl can push Long Jing?
What kind of surprises can you create?
In the passage inside Slaughter Arena, Duan Yue witnessed the fierce battle between the two.
At this moment, his face was serious and his scalp was even numb.
The intensity of the battle just now reached the level of his full strength, and was even more violent and shocking than when he used all his strength.
"If I were to fight against that woman, I might not even be able to beat her!"
Duan Yue stared at Xie Purou, his eyes full of fear, and his tone had a hint of solemnity that was not easy to detect.
He never thought that one day he would feel such a strong threat from a human woman.
He is a strong person in Peak God Emperor Stage, and he can be regarded as the best among the same level.
But facing Xie Purou, he didn't even dare to guarantee that he would win, and even vaguely felt that he might lose to this seemingly inconspicuous human girl.
"Long Jing, how are you going to deal with it next? Don't really lose to her!"
Duan Yue was in a very nervous mood. From the bottom of his heart, he did not want Long Jing to lose to Xie Purou.
He himself is the defeated enemy of Long Jing. If even Long Jing loses to this girl, doesn't it mean that he has also indirectly become the defeated enemy of this girl?
This is something he cannot accept under any circumstances.
When everyone is full of tension and anticipation for the next battle.
In the luxurious room on the top floor of Slaughter Arena, Ji Ren and Han Pei were witnessing all this from a high position.
The two of them were already shocked speechless by this peak showdown.
Ji Ren stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, with his hands behind his back.
He stood tall and straight, and his eyes were as deep as an ancient well. He stared at Xie Purou in the field. Deep in his eyes, there was a trace of surprise and doubt that was difficult to conceal.
He has long known that this human girl is very powerful, and has been paying attention to her to prevent her from encountering any unexpected events in Slaughter Arena.
But he never expected that she could be so strong!
With the level of Middle God Emperor Stage, he can challenge Dragon Clan Peak God Emperor, and even severely injure the opponent!
This kind of combat power is rare even in the entire Nether Blood Divine Kingdom!
Han Pei stood aside, with a face full of surprise and a hint of relief in his tone, and said to Ji Ren, "Master Manager, it seems she doesn't need our help, she can handle it herself!"
Before the war started, both of them were very worried about Xie Purou's safety.
While watching the battle, I was ready to help at any time.
I was afraid that she would suffer a big loss in the battle with Long Jing, or even lose her life.
But after witnessing the amazing combat power of Xie Purou with their own eyes, they completely gave up this idea.
This woman doesn't need their help at all. She is enough to hold up the sky by herself.
Ji Ren slowly withdrew his gaze, frowned slightly, and spoke slowly with a hint of contemplation in his tone.
"What worries me the most is not her combat power, but the move she just performed - using thunder to condense a heavy hammer. Why does it produce a trace of Saint Emperor pressure?"
He thought back over and over again about the scene just now, and the aura of false holy power was clearly imprinted in his mind, and he could not get rid of it.
He really couldn't understand how a Middle God Emperor Stage human girl could master such an ability?
What secret is hidden behind this?
Han Pei also fell into deep thought after hearing this. The surprise on his face gradually faded away, replaced by deep doubts.
At this moment, every inch of air in Slaughter Arena seemed to be frozen.
Countless gazes seemed to be attracted by magnets, wandering back and forth on Xie Purou and Long Jing, and even their breathing was subconsciously relaxed.
It was completely different from the violent explosion where blood and flesh were flying everywhere and the roaring was ear-splitting.
At this moment, Slaughter Arena was eerily quiet, with only a few sporadic whispers floating in the air like pieces of fluff, fleeting.
This kind of deathly silence, in Slaughter Arena, which is based on madness and killing, is simply a rare sight that cannot be seen in a century!
Everyone remembers that every day in the past, there was never a shortage of dying wails, violent curses, and hysterical cheers from the spectators. The noise could lift the roof.
But at this moment, whether it was High Antiquity Evil Demons on the stage or the hidden powerhouse in the corner, they all held their breaths in unison and stared at the two figures in the field, patiently waiting for them to regain their fighting strength.
No one wants to miss this duel that will go down in the history of Slaughter Arena.
Long Jing All over his body, the golden dragon energy was swirling and surging like a living creature. The dragon energy was clear and violent.
Each strand carries the pressure of True Dragon, flowing slowly along his meridians, nourishing the damaged body.
The broken and rolled dragon scales on his body were falling off and reborn at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The new scales glowed with a cold golden light, were fine and hard, covering the original hideous wounds bit by bit.
The broken muscles and bones made a slight "creaking" sound, which was the force of flesh and blood regenerating.
The aura around him gradually rose from sluggishness, and the mellow dragon power was like a sleeping volcano, about to erupt again and return to its peak state.
Long Jing's eyes were as heavy as a cold pool, locked on the slender lavender figure not far ahead, without any slack in his eyes.
He knew better than anyone that the seemingly weak human woman in front of him was far stronger than she appeared.
In the confrontation just now, he had already seen the domineering power of the opponent's thunder.
The next battle will definitely still be brutal, and even more dangerous than the last one.
But even so, his eyes were still blazing with fighting spirit, and there was a hint of unruly arc in the corner of his mouth.
He is a descendant of True Dragon and has never been defeated. In this battle, he must be the one who can stand at the end!
On the other side, Xie Purou sat cross-legged, making secrets with his fingertips, and a faint purple halo lingered around his body.
The Immortal Power in the body is like an endless river, roaring and flowing in the meridians.
Wherever it passes, the damaged meridians are slowly repaired, and the torn wounds heal at a speed that is difficult to detect with the naked eye.
The lavender Immortal Power wrapped around her body like a gauze, crystal clear, intertwined with the lingering thunder lingering around her body, exuding a cool and powerful aura.
Within a few breaths, she slowly stood up under the astonished gazes of everyone.
His posture is still upright, his expression is calm, and his aura is mellow and mellow. Where is the fatigue and embarrassment from just after the fierce battle?
This scene instantly broke the dead silence in the venue.
The long-suppressed commotion suddenly broke out in the audience, and the whispers suddenly amplified, full of disbelief.
"She... she has actually recovered?!"
Some people exclaimed, their voices full of astonishment, and their bodies leaned forward unconsciously, as if to confirm that what they saw was not an illusion.
"Isn't it possible? How can she recover so quickly? What kind of technique did she practice!?"
The other person shook his head repeatedly, his tone full of doubts, but his eyes were glued to Xie Purou and could not move away.
"Yes! Long Jing hasn't fully recovered yet. How can she, a little girl from the human race, recover faster than the descendants of True Dragon? This is outrageous!"
Discussions continued one after another, and everyone's eyes were switching back and forth between Xie Purou and Long Jing, their eyes full of doubts and shock.
Long Jing was also stunned, a trace of surprise flashed in his originally calm eyes.
He could clearly feel that the aura around Xie Purou had returned to its peak, even stronger than during the last round of confrontation.
He originally thought that his True Dragon recovery power was already top-notch, but he didn't expect that this human woman was so extraordinary.
Xie Purou raised his eyes and looked at him, his voice was cold and calm, without any pride or ridicule, he just said lightly, "I can wait for you to recover first."
Hearing this, Long Jing was startled for a moment, and then he laughed dumbly, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
What is this?
Are you deliberately giving him a chance, or are you pitying him for his slow recovery?
Having lived for countless years, as a descendant of True Dragon, he dominates the world.
He has always been someone others looked up to. No one has ever dared to talk to him in such a manner, and no one has ever dared to sympathize with him!
This little human girl is really brave and interesting.
Long Jing The surprise in his eyes faded away, replaced by a biting chill.
He snorted coldly, his voice as loud as a bell, making the air around him tremble slightly. "No need!"
If he Long Jing wants to defeat his opponent, he never needs mercy or charity from his opponent, nor does he need others to deliberately give him a chance!
Even if he is not back to his best condition at this moment, he still has absolute confidence to crush this incomprehensible human woman.
Let her know that the majesty of True Dragon is inviolable!