"Your kung fu is great, benefactor. I am defeated." Hui Tong had his shoulder broken, but he was not angry. Instead, he exclaimed in admiration and admitted defeat.
This kind of injury is not untreatable.
It only takes one or two months to heal the injury, and there will be no sequelae.
It’s just that during this period of time, you can’t fight against others.
The White-browed Eagle King wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but had no intention of retreating and still stood on the field.
As if waiting for the next opponent, the six major sects didn't know what to do for a while, and even Master Huitong was defeated.
The Tianjian Sect looked back at the five people from the Luohong Sect. The combat effectiveness of these five people was actually not weak. If they took action, it would definitely be possible to deal with a seriously injured person.
We even have the ability to fight the next game, but we find that they have no intention of taking action.
It's not easy to force them at this time, but we can only wait and see who from the other sects will take action.
As expected, the man from Yunmeng Sect took action. He was dressed in a white robe and was a modest young man. He was only in his thirties, but he had the cultivation of a grandmaster.
He is incredibly talented, but he has just broken through to the Grandmaster level, so his combat power is not very strong yet.
“Senior, I am taking advantage of someone’s misfortune.
But there is no other way, please teach me." This person from Yunmeng Sect seemed quite polite.
The White-browed Eagle King didn't seem to care, and laughed proudly a few times: "This time you are attacking my Ming Cult, and as a disciple of the Ming Cult, I don't mind dying in battle.
But don't be polite, please make your move quickly."
Then the two men fought together, and the man was just as he seemed on the surface, nothing special about him.
After fighting for more than a hundred moves, he thought he could rely on his youth and strength, but even the man in front of him was injured.
He wanted to take him down, but he found that the aura of the person in front of him was endless. He had some right to attack at the beginning, but now he had no chance of winning and could only passively defend.
If he wasn't careful, his arm would be grabbed and the bone would break with a crisp sound.
He cried out in pain and admitted defeat, saying, "Senior, your martial arts are so powerful that I am ashamed to be inferior to you."
However, after this battle, the White-browed Eagle King was even more exhausted, but he still had no intention of returning.
Standing in the center of the battle formation, as majestic as a mountain, his eyes swept across the crowd of people from the six major sects as if looking for his next opponent.
Within the Ming Cult, those who originally belonged to the Sky Eagle Cult roared loudly, "The sun and moon shine, and the Eagle King spreads his wings!"
Their voices were so deafening that they seemed to drown out the entire valley.
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