Mythology card making

Chapter 33 The battle is over
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A strong wind from an unknown source surged above the venue, causing the snow-white chandelier to sway and make an overwhelming "creak" sound.

Gu Ren covered his chest with one hand and recited in a low voice the secular language of an unknown dynasty.

The scarlet realm instantly unfolded, and the ubiquitous power of rules twisted into chains, binding Gu Ren and Zhenjun at the same time.

The strong winds coming from all directions pressed against the river dragon.

Zhenjun exhaled slowly and landed firmly on the ground.

The transparent dragon shape condensed from the water element swam slowly with him as the center.

In just two seconds, he almost couldn't suppress his fighting instinct.

Like tearing up a piece of white paper, he raised his knife and swung his ax to destroy this realm.

But reason told him that his card master was not durable enough, and resisting this primary field that only allowed physical attacks might put a lot of pressure on the opponent.

So he swung his knife and used one arm to smash the dragon into pieces.

A large amount of water elements returned to the heaven and earth, wrapping everyone present with freshness and warmth.

At the same time, the pale Gu Ren slowly spit out a mouthful of blood mist and chanted softly.

The enhanced skill [White Mountain Blessing] is activated instantly!
The rugged snakeskin hunting knife with cold light gradually turned into snow-white waves.

The bright silver sword light flowed across like a waterfall, pulling out a ten-meter-long horse.

From one end of the field, it rushed straight towards Zhenjun's neck.

Seeing this situation, all the audience present held their breath and concentrated.

In just two or three minutes, they were shocked several times.

The three people who were previously defeated by Qi Hongyun even left the table with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Obviously, no one expected that "Brother Fu", who was usually the most popular in the class but didn't show much surprise, could perform at this level.

Even just a few minutes ago, uninformed people felt sorry for him.

——After the "Immortal Cultivation Equipment PK Competition", everyone in the class unanimously believed that Luofu's talent was only slightly inferior to Qi Hongyun's, and he had a high probability of getting the Daughter of the Sea.

Unfortunately, this dark horse seems to be "unlucky".

There was obviously such a wide safe area, but Qi Hongyun happened to fall into the trap.

However, as soon as the game started, Zhenjun used a fast and hard whip to draw out the fact of who was stronger and who was weaker.

Gu Ren, who was doing a string of threes not long ago, was like a chicken with no ability to resist in his hands.

Enhanced skills cannot match the natural divine power, and the [Hunter God] feature can clear and dodge at any time.

Qi Hongyun searched his guts and finally, in despair, caught the slightest chance of turning defeat into victory.

——Duel field!
He didn't believe that Gu Ren, who was physically strong and could suppress the monsters in the White Mountains with his body, would lose to the elegant "white-faced scholar" and "young Taoist" opposite him in a close duel.

Facts have proven that a strong sense of luck can make people forget what happened not long ago.

For example, Qi Hongyun has now forgotten the lesson of whipping his legs.

But after all, he has been famous for a long time, and as soon as he shows confidence, everyone feels that things may be turning around.

Even Dong Niannian and Zhuge Yi, who were particularly confident in Luofu, couldn't help but sigh.

So everyone held their breath.

He kept his eyes unblinking, for fear that he would miss some wonderful moment.

then……

hum-

The three-pointed knife and the snakeskin hunting knife met with cold fronts, and the whole venue was filled with the soft groan of weapons clashing.

"Um…"

The divine power that chopped Meishan with an ax came suddenly.

Gu Ren couldn't resist, and there was a "click" and the bones shattered.

His whole body fell downwards, almost touching the ground.

But upon closer inspection, his calves seemed to have roots firmly planted on the ground.

——This is called Siping Da Ma pose, which extremely tests the strength of the lower body. It is used in actual combat to maintain the center of gravity of the body.

As the saying goes, strength starts from the ground.

As long as the support points are constant, there will still be opportunities to turn defeat into victory.

From this subconscious self-rescue reaction, it can be seen that Gu Ren indeed has extremely good practical skills.

Facing such an opponent, Zhenjun also had a smile on his face.So continue to work hard.

Gu Ren's chest felt tight, and black blood flowed from his orifices.

There was another stream of heat that was firmly pressed into his throat.

He has an intuition:
As long as this mouthful of blood spurts out, the current body will directly shatter.

So, holding in his breath, he stood up and got close to the true king.

In an instant, the light of the sword was like snowflakes flying.

Violent and delicate, rough and gorgeous, blended into one.

Countless brilliant sword flowers bloomed on both sides of Zhenjun's neck.

Zhenjun didn't take it seriously, holding the front end of the black scale pole with one hand, blocking it from left to right, clanking.

The force of counter-shocks rises one after another.

Every time the cold front collides, Gu Ren's face becomes uglier.

In the end, I could barely hold back my breath, and my veins were bulging out inch by inch.

But he knows very well that his card master cannot afford to lose.

He could only squeeze out the strength from the cracks in his bones and rush towards this invincible enemy.

During the flash of swords, Zhenjun took out a gap and looked at each other with Luofu, both of whom could see the admiration on the other's face.

They reached a very tacit consensus: they would no longer maintain this tormenting match.

So, in the next moment, Zhenjun showed his ultimate control over the weapon.

With one hand, he shook the knife and drove Gu Ren away.

Holding the ax in one hand, he took advantage of the opponent's opening and swung it suddenly.

The brilliant ax light is in full bloom.

Gu Ren's forward movement stopped.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the exaggerated wound extending from his left shoulder blade to his right waist.

He loosened his left hand slightly, and a handful of special lime flew away without any wind.

It is his last ability at the current stage: [White Mountain Lime].

Emitted during combat, it can cause the opponent to fall into negative states such as [itching] and [burning].

Obviously, Qi Hongyun also considered the possibility of disadvantages in close combat and prepared backup plans in advance.

Be ready to throw this handful of lime into the True Lord's eyes at any time.

But, no chance was found.

Of course, even if he does this, he may lose the rice instead of the chicken.

wow——

The duel field dispersed like a wave, and Gu Ren bowed to the true king from a distance, unable to hold back his breath any longer.

As a mouthful of bruised blood spurted out, his body split open instantly and turned into dots of fluorescence, flying back to Qi Hongyun's eyebrows.

One second...two seconds...three seconds...

After ten seconds of silence, the auditorium erupted in waves of sound.

Dozens of reporters and self-media people who sneaked in instinctively clicked the shutter, with excitement in their eyes to capture the hot spots.

He had already forgotten that his equipment had just been blown up by a certain master.

"It's over... it's over..."

On the battlefield, Qi Hongyun's face turned pale, and his horrified eyes swept around the auditorium.

He felt like everyone was pointing at him, and the pressure made his heart skip a beat.

At this time, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.

With his mind lost, Qi Hongyun almost fell to the ground.

When he saw the person clearly, his eyes suddenly burst with light. As if grasping a life-saving straw, he tightly grasped the opponent's forearm and said stumblingly: "Second...Second uncle, I lost."

"Don't worry, the second uncle won't tell the old man."

The stocky, middle-aged man with the black-armored Kaling behind him calmly took off Qi Hongyun's hand, with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)