Lin Fei's acting skills are too realistic, and it feels like "I'm too involved in the drama".
He even showed pain on his face and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Everyone saw Wuming staggering at his feet, then he knelt on one knee and stood on the top of the palace with a clang of the sword in his hand, supporting his crumbling injured body.
It was only at this moment that everyone realized belatedly that there was another voice in Heavenly Demon Arena.
Lin Fei seemed to be no longer able to support the "Xuanxian Transformation" state. The word "Xian" between his eyebrows dimmed and disappeared, and the vast and chilling sword field around him also collapsed.
Even so, it's shocking enough.
One is still on the roof of the palace, and can even hold on without falling to the ground. But the other has already flown down, lying in a pool of blood, not knowing whether he is alive or dead.
In an instant, a judgment was made.
After a short period of dead silence, the group of monks who had stirred up waves of turmoil in their hearts could no longer bear it any longer, and immediately burst into boiling exclamations.
"What kind of trick was that before and why was it so terrifying? It actually defeated Heavenly Demon Raging Flame Dance, the third disciple of the Heavenly Demon Palace!"
"Did you feel it? I don't know why, but everything in the arena just now gave me the illusion that 'this is a sword' for no reason!"
"Fire Cloud Sect Master also feels like this? Hiss... what a terrifying killing move this is!"
"It's unimaginable and impossible to prevent!"
Amid everyone's shock and emotion, Ji Yaoguang looked at Lin Fei's "scarred" body and felt dumbfounded.
Do you want your acting to be so realistic?
Alas, he just pretended to be a "Wuming" and shocked all the powerful people in the Cultivation world. How about showing his true strength?
Liu Meng Looking at the figure standing with a sword, long hair and torn clothes flying in the wind, his eyes became even more intense for a moment.
Wuming was in her eyes, and behind her was a round of sunshine, which coated this blood-stained figure with a layer of golden brilliance. The face that remained calm after the war was filled with the demeanor of a strong man who was not arrogant in victory or discouraged in defeat, which made people's hearts sway.
The moment Lin Fei defeated Su Tianshuang with his unpredictable killing move, her heart trembled. She never expected such a result.
"It's very interesting." Liu Meng murmured, and then he showed a strange smile, stretched out his pink tongue, and licked his dry red lips.
"What's interesting?" Jiang Qingyue everyone was dumbfounded and said quickly, "Fifth Senior Sister, please see how Fourth Senior Brother is doing!"
Wang Ping also wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and felt his scalp numb.
This Third Young Master might be dead. The fourth lady still looks like she is interested in that man. What is this?
Appearing to be brothers and sisters? Plastic classmates?
It's so heartbreaking!
Hong Tu frowned even more, looking at Liu Meng with a somewhat unkind expression.
Liu Meng then came back to his senses and said, "The outcome has been decided, Su Tianshuang is defeated--"
As soon as she said this, she heard a roaring voice of annoyance coming from the arena, "My master... I didn't lose!"
The entire audience was in an uproar and all looked over.
But Su Tianshuang almost forced himself to stand up, holding Heavenly Demon Fan, which had turned into a paper fan.
Lin Fei frowned slightly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up straight with difficulty.
Su Tianshuang has persistence written all over his face, like an old man, struggling to step on the void, holding his wounded body up step by step.
"How could I lose!" His voice almost came out from between his teeth. Even though his body was swaying and blood was dripping from the air to the ground, he never stopped.
Liu Meng raised her eyebrows and said in a cold voice, "Su Tianshuang, don't be brave, you will die!"
Su Tianshuang ignored it and continued to walk towards the top of the hall with difficulty.
Before the war started, he had already thought about how he could defeat Wuming in a glorious way and let the monks all over the world see what an awe-inspiring strong man he was. Then he told Wuming as a victor that although I admire you very much and you are a top genius, it is a pity that your opponent is me.
The worst case scenario that Su Tianshuang can accept is a tie.
Defeated?
That would bring shame to him, Su Tianshuang cannot accept it!
All the monks present were deeply shocked by the two men in the arena.
Some people think that Su Tianshuang overestimates his capabilities and cannot see the situation clearly. Others think that he has extraordinary magnanimity, which gives him the mental capital to move forward on the path to immortality.
But no matter what, Su Tianshuang finally arrived at the top of the palace.
This bloody guy was in pain as if all his bones and flesh had been torn apart, but he grinned and said, "What was that move before?"
Lin Fei looked at him solemnly and said, "Broken Sword Without Sound."
"Okay," Su Tianshuang grinned, tried his best to maintain a graceful posture, and shook the paper fan with difficulty, "Very good, very good!"
"Now I don't have Heavenly Demon Transformation, you don't have Profound Immortal Transformation--Come again?!"
Lin Fei sighed lightly, Immortal-Slaying returned the sword to its sheath with a "clang" sound, "You don't want to borrow weapons, but you just fight for yourself?"
"Okay, cool!" Su Tianshuang folded the paper fan with a snap and put it into the space ring in an instant.
"Pah!"
Almost at the same time, Ren Ren stepped on his foot, ejected violently, and launched an attack.
Lin Fei's blood was burning, and his fists and kicks were fierce, hitting Su Tianshuang. His Body Sword's lust was soaring to the sky, shocking people's minds, and moving the earth with his divine power!
Lin Fei was unstoppable and blasted Su Tianshuang several meters away, causing his body burning with demon blood to tremble and spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
Seeing Lin Fei chasing after the victory, Su Tianshuang's pupils shrank sharply, and he suddenly panicked and said, "Can you give me some face! If you get into the Demon Palace like this, how can the brothers get along with each other?!"
"I am such a perfect young master, how embarrassing it is to lose in front of so many people!"
Lin Fei is speechless.
Emotional things have gone so far to show off their strength, but they feel that losing is very shameful and embarrassing?
Forget it, let him be.
Lin Fei Such thoughts flashed through his mind, and suddenly a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. As if he had been injured, his face showed pain, and he suddenly knelt down on one knee and slapped his hand on the ground.
Su Tianshuang was instantly overjoyed and secretly said, "You're a wise guy, so you're pretty good at it!"
Then he continued to transmit the message to Lin Fei, saying, "I will make a move later, you just pretend to be defeated by me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Tianshuang suddenly slapped his palm out. It looked like he was violent with demonic power, but in fact it was just an empty shell - he was at the end of his strength and could only act like a showman.
However, what he didn't expect was that Lin Fei actually covered his chest and fell backwards. "Third Young Master is indeed well-deserved, I am willing to be the inferior!"
The whole audience was stunned.
Su Tianshuang was also dumbfounded.
No, my brother, you don't play like this in fake games, right?
I haven't hit you yet, you bastard!