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Chapter six hundred and sixty first decisive blow(2/2)

At the same time, gather powerful mysterious energy and start to win the final blow.

When I saw this, the audience was in full bloom again.

"The decisive battle is coming, it's going to be a decisive battle!"

"I'm so looking forward to who will win!"

"They are both too strong, I don't know who can laugh to the end..."

“…”

In Nanchen, the mysterious energy of yin and yang gathers.

The black and white energy was rolling all over his body, and the long sword in his hand seemed to burn black and white flames.

The momentum reached its peak for a moment.

The terrifying pressure made the low-level cultivators who were approaching him feel breathing rapidly and their hearts are depressed.

Chu Ci, on the other side, also gathered all his strength.

Plan to have the last blow.

The powerful seventh level pressure of the Xuan-level monks still made the low-level monks approaching him feel the invisible pressure.

About three seconds later, Chu Ci roared lowly.

With the rolling mysterious energy, he rushed towards Nanchen.

Nan Chen also snorted coldly at this time, swept through the overwhelming pressure, and raised the Ten Fox Swords to meet him.

The two are about to decide the winner.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Everyone held their breath.

Even those seniors and celebrities seemed to be petrified at this moment, and they were looking forward to the final victory or defeat.

Two figures flashed by.

Two swords slashed down.

Two completely different auras came into contact with each other in an instant.

There was a loud "boom" sound.

The sound echoed the entire back mountain of Longhu Mountain.

Two mysterious energy then turned into turbulent flow.

With the gravel on the martial arts field, he kept stirring around.

While the gale of wind broke out.

A scream also sounded.

"ah……"

At this moment, everyone's pupils suddenly magnified.

Staring at the ring tightly.

“Huhhhh…”

The strong wind blows.

A figure also flew backwards in the gusts of wind and turbulent flow.

The blood spit out of his mouth also pulled out a bloodline.

Finally, he fell to the ground with two "bangs" sounds.

The fierce and violent turbulent winds gradually stopped at this time.

There was only one person left in the messy ring, standing proudly.

The whole audience was silent, and everyone was staring blankly at everything in front of them.

They were all shocked by the wonderful battles of the two and their last blows.

Even if the winner is decided.
Chapter completed!
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