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Once the flying sword activated, Jing Yunxiao's fighting strength would increase greatly.

Seeing that Zhuge Ao's powerful attack was about to land on him, Jing Yunxiao once again used the White Tiger Sword Art of the Four Divine Sword Arts.

With a slash, a white tiger that was several times larger than before instantly appeared in everyone's line of sight.

The aura on the White Tiger was ruthless, it was at least several times stronger than the White Tiger that Jing Yunxiao condensed previously. When everyone saw this, they could not help but be alarmed.

Even Zhuge Ao was nervous.

He felt a huge threat from the white tiger.

Such a threat made the confidence he had just now instantly disappear.

However, the arrow was already in the bow, so he had no choice but to fire.

Zhuge Ao did not stop because of it, on the contrary, the killing intent in his heart grew even stronger.

He flipped his hand, and a large golden blade appeared in front of him. This large blade was several times larger than before, and its surface shone with a dazzling golden light. More importantly, a destructive aura also emanated from the golden blade.

Many in the crowd couldn't help but shudder when they sensed this destructive aura.

They could faintly feel that Jing Yunxiao's and Zhuge Ao's attacks were probably even fiercer than before.

Upon seeing this, many people had already predicted this and immediately retreated, afraid that if the two sides collided, they would be injured by accident and would not be able to retreat in time.

Boom! Boom!

The world once again changed color.

The two ferocious attacks collided like a comet colliding with the earth.

At that moment, everyone's heart skipped a beat.

The entire palace began to shake like an earthquake.

The whole sky had turned gray.

There were only two beams of light left on the plaza.

One ray of golden light.

One was the light of fire.

Everyone naturally knew that the golden light was Zhuge Ao's golden broadsword.

And that flame light was naturally the powerful White Tiger Sword Art that Jing Yunxiao was using.

The two beams of light mixed together, seeming to be tearing and tearing at each other, seeming to be biting each other, seeming to be swallowing each other up ?

As the lights blended, explosions rang out from the plaza and powerful storm winds burst forth from the two lights. In that instant, everyone felt as if they were in purgatory.

In addition, the scope of this purgatory was still expanding.

At first, that level of attack was only within a radius of one hundred to two hundred meters from where Jing Yunxiao and the others were at the center of the plaza.

After a while, he had already rushed four to five hundred meters to the square.

In the blink of an eye, he was already a thousand meters away.

In the end, those who thought that they had foresight and chose to retreat were once again bombarded by the surge of energy. Soon after, many more figures flew out and many more immediately began to use the Spiritual Energy within their bodies to resist the surge of energy.

The tempest engulfed everything, one wave after another.

After a long while, the entire plaza finally returned to its previous tranquility.

The two clumps of light continuously dimmed. Not only did they disappear, but they also completely disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

There were no sounds of fighting in the plaza, nor were there any signs of a fight.

The only thing left was the billowing smoke and dust, causing everyone to be unable to clearly see the situation on the field.

Almost everyone held their breath.

Everyone was looking forward to the outcome.

They all wanted to know whether it was Jing Yunxiao who won or Zhuge Ao who won after this battle.

A cool breeze blew past, and the dust on the plaza slowly dispersed.

Following this dissipation, the plaza once again became clear.

Under such clarity, two figures slowly appeared.

One stood proudly.

The other one had already fallen to the ground.

Who was that standing there?

Who was the one that fell down?

Everyone was extremely puzzled, their eyes constantly moving back and forth between the two figures.

"Whooosh."

Another cool breeze blew past before finally completely dispersing the dust on the open ground.

The two figures finally revealed themselves clearly.

The moment it was revealed, everyone's pupils violently contracted. Especially when they clearly saw the proud and upright figure, the shock in their hearts was simply incomparable.

Jing Yunxiao.

The one who was standing was actually Jing Yunxiao.

And the one who fell on the ground was naturally Zhuge Ao.

Jing Yunxiao successfully knocked Zhuge Ao down once again, and Jing Yunxiao once again held the absolute advantage in front of Zhuge Ao?

Hiss.

The crowd gasped.

Although some people had already thought that Jing Yunxiao would possibly win against Zhuge Ao, when this scene appeared before their eyes, they couldn't help but be extremely shocked.

This scene was too shocking.

"You lost."

Jing Yunxiao's face was slightly pale, but compared to Zhuge Ao who was already vomiting blood, his condition was much better.0

Jing Yunxiao stood in his original position, and said with an ice-cold voice. The way he looked at Zhuge Ao was filled with ridicule and contempt.

The victor was the king, and the loser was the bandit.

This was the attitude of a victor.

However, regarding this victory, the rest of them were shocked. Jing Yunxiao on the other hand, felt that it was natural, he had already activated the first taboo in his flying sword, so his fighting strength greatly increased.

Compared to Jing Yunxiao's cold laugh, Zhuge Ao's was gloomy.

The rest of them did not know how fierce Jing Yunxiao's attack was, but Zhuge Ao, who was trapped in the middle, was extremely clear. Rather than say that his golden broadsword and Jing Yunxiao's White Tiger Sword Art were clashing, it would be better to say that Jing Yunxiao's White Tiger Sword Art had smashed onto Zhuge Ao's golden blade.

In that moment, the golden blade was like an ant, while Jing Yunxiao's White Tiger Sword Art was like a giant elephant.

The gap between the two could no longer be described.

And it was because of this, that Zhuge Ao was almost unable to resist at all and was defeated by Jing Yunxiao.

"Damn."

Zhuge Ao cursed from the bottom of his heart as he forcefully suppressed the boiling blood and Qi in his body. His palm suddenly slapped the ground and his entire body jumped up.

He looked at Jing Yunxiao coldly, his face filled with unwillingness: "Little bastard, who said that we had lost? You think you can win against me with just this bit of strength? That's wishful thinking! Now, we will let you know of our true strength. At the same time, we will also tell everyone in Hundred Warring State that we are the strongest existence in Hundred Warring State. Anyone else would dim in front of us. And you, Jing Yunxiao, is the same as well. "

Zhuge Ao's face was filled with rage, his eyes scarlet, looking sinister.

After he finished speaking, he shouted out explosively, "Life Sacrifice!"

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