The outcome of the second round of Jianshan Tournament 21 has been determined
The main body of Dali was half the size of its original body, so it ran more lightly. Meng Jianling still opened his big mouth to create illusions and did not notice his approach for a while.
"Be careful!" the other party shouted.
Meng Jianling blinked, and felt a sudden pain in his stomach. The phantom in his mouth only managed to get half of its body out before it was bitten in half and disappeared.
He hit his stomach with his head vigorously, dragging himself along with him, and knocked him dozens of meters away. Meng Jianling was hit so hard that he vomited out several thin and small phantoms in one breath.
He stomped one of them to death with one foot and then wrestled with him.
How could Meng Jianling be a match for Dali? After just a few moves, he was pinned down and wailed for mercy, "Damn stone, you're sinking like hell, get out!"
He stretched out his middle finger with great force, and the tip of the middle finger turned into a pointed object, which touched Meng Jianling's belly.
"Are you giving up?" Xi Chengming's lips were dry and he squatted on the ground.
The other person leaned against the wall limply, his lips pale, "I admit defeat..."
This is a sign of exhausted spiritual power. In comparison, Xi Chengming is stronger than him.
The realm was opened and the opponent was carried down by his teammates.
Xi Chengming supported Dali and slowly walked down from the fighting stage.
Fortunately, Dali was not seriously injured, otherwise he would probably have difficulty standing up like Ji Shufeng.
Several people rushed over to support him. Ji Shufeng melted the healing spirit stone into his body and said, "Rest for a while."
"Yeah." Xi Chengming leaned on Yin Yi's back, his eyes fixed on Leng Can, "Don't give in to me again."
"Absolutely not." Leng Can took a deep breath, full of fighting spirit, but also a little nervous. "Muxue, we must not lose this game. We can't let everyone down."
"Then Master, can you establish your realm more completely?"
Leng Can's high pride was completely suppressed. He glanced at her cautiously and said, "Try your best, try your best..."
"Xiao Can." Cong Mo called to Xi Chengming after settling him down. "If you can't beat him, just admit defeat. It's okay."
"I won't admit defeat." Leng Can's eyes were gleaming, and he glanced at Xi Chengming from the corner of his eye. "I will definitely win this round. I won't let you down. Wait for my triumphant return."
Xi Chengming opened his eyes and gave him a thumbs up.
He was lucky in this round as he encountered a water-type sword spirit with similar attributes to Mu Xue.
"Water and ice can communicate with each other, so the required realm is similar, right?"
Mu Xue nodded helplessly, "Yes, Master, you don't need to worry about the realm."
His most difficult situation had been resolved, so he no longer worried. He pinched his waist, raised his eyebrows, and said confidently, "You're definitely losing this round."
"I lose," the woman opposite sneered at him. "Cong Mo is indeed powerful. You and I have indeed witnessed his style. It's not shameful to be the first to admit defeat."
"You..." For the first time, Leng Can felt speechless. "I played the game to prevent them from losing too badly. You know nothing!"
"I don't understand, but you definitely can't win this game."
"Tsk..." Leng Can rolled his eyes at her, "Muxue, let's show her how powerful we are today."
Muxue immediately cooperated by shaking her tail and putting on a fierce expression.
"You come and open up the realm." Leng Can waved his hand, looking generous.
"Then I'll do it." The other party did not give in, and the God of the Underworld opened up his realm.
She opened her realm at a mountain spring with a waterfall, which was quite pleasant. Unfortunately, this was related to winning or losing, and no one cared about the beautiful scenery.
Mu Xue swung her tail, took the sword from Leng Can's hand, and climbed over the fine ice chips with her body, forming a hard ice helmet. Wherever she passed, a thin layer of ice formed.
The opponent's water sword spirit dived into the water and disappeared without a trace.
Muxue stopped where she was, turned her head left and right to observe, carefully identifying the source of the underwater sound to prevent a sneak attack.
Although ice and water have the same properties, it takes a certain amount of time for water to freeze. Although this situation may not be beneficial to Mu Xue, it is still suitable. After all, she has no other choice.
The sound of a heavy object swinging its tail soon emerged from underwater. The sound was small, but Mu Xue's ears were very sensitive. She instantly jumped up when the ice surface exploded and shot ice crystals into the water.
Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the water sword spirit immediately dived into the water. The ice crystal fell into the water, lost gravity, and had no attack effectiveness.
Mu Xue fell to the water surface and did not dare to move.
After several rounds, the opponent did not gain any advantage, so he stopped staying at the bottom of the water and floated to the surface.
Mu Xue took the lead in activating the ice crystal cover, raised her sword and rushed forward, trying to repel the enemy from close range.
The water sword spirit quickly created a water shield for protection and a water sword to fight back, but water was ultimately no match for ice. The moment the sword chopped down, the water shield became cold, formed a layer of ice, and cracked.
The water shield was useless, the two swords collided, the shock waves affected each other, and the huge explosion forced the two to retreat.
Mu Xue transformed into ice crystals and accompanied them by her side, charging forward again. The water sword spirit launched a water ball attack, but when the ice and water collided, the ice crystals broke through the water and passed straight through, cutting across the water sword spirit's arm, leaving a small wound.
He didn't have time to cry out in pain as he had to block Mu Xue's fast and dense sword attacks.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the other party immediately called on spiritual power to help.
The opponent's spiritual power should not be underestimated. With the injection of the master's spiritual power, the strength of the water sword spirit increased greatly. The water sword slashed forward, bounced off Mu Xue with one move, and launched a water ball. This time the ice crystals could no longer easily penetrate the water ball, but were wrapped and melted inside the water ball.
The situation immediately reversed, and Mu Xue went from being unilaterally suppressed to being unilaterally suppressed.
His protective suit had been torn, his body was burned in many places, and he was knocked back.
Leng Can stamped his feet anxiously, stretched out his index and middle fingers on each hand and pointed them at his eyebrows, drawing out the pitiful amount of spiritual power in his body and injecting it into Mu Xue. When the spiritual power escaped, Leng Can's legs and feet instantly became weak and he knelt on the ground, his eyes closed and he almost died.
With the blessing of spiritual power, Mu Xue's coldness became even stronger. She turned the water into ice and erected an ice wall to defend against the surging water that rushed towards her like a raging wave.
"If Leng Can's spiritual power was sufficient, Mu Xue could also use ice to create an ice man to fight him." Yin Yi and Cong Mo questioned, "Did Leng Can really come to the Immortal Mountain to seek the truth? The spiritual power he has cultivated is completely substandard. He probably can't even pass the first level of entering the Immortal Mountain."
"His spiritual energy is indeed scarce. It must have been nurtured by ascending to the Immortal Mountain, Wuqing Mountain. Otherwise, there would be no spiritual energy in his body. But he has no intention of cultivating the Dao," Cong Mo said naturally. "However, his opponent's approach is indeed too conservative. If he had fought hard and used the Water Piece Soldier technique, Mu Xue would have had no chance of winning this round. However, his opponent's spiritual energy has been greatly depleted, and he can no longer use this technique."
Yin Yi sighed, "If it weren't for Mu Xue's strength, Leng Can wouldn't have lasted even five minutes."
"Yeah." Cong Mo nodded, "But he really doesn't have the ability in this area, so we can't force him."
"So what's he good at?" Yin Yi asked with clear eyes. He realized his offense after asking, "I'm sorry, I..."
"It seems..." Cong Mo blinked, revealing a confused expression for the first time, "He's not that great, but he..."
Cong Mo looked at him with a serious expression, "Everything is good, I... can't put it into words."
"Then don't say anything." This was the first time Yin Yi had seen Cong Mo's expression like this. Although it was strange, it also intensified the deep doubts in his heart. He always felt that there was something strange between the two of them. "Just focus on watching the game."
The water sword spirit erupted with waves that attacked Mu Xue. Mu Xue was exhausted, but she smiled slightly and waved her hands lightly. A cold air spread out, freezing the rolling waves into crystal clear. Then the waves broke into countless ice pieces, scattered and fell into the water.
The battle entered a white-hot stage. Muxue and the water sword spirit fought back and forth, neither of them giving in. The sword was thrown aside. With bare hands and tails entangled, they suppressed each other on the water surface. In the end, Muxue won the victory by pressing the ice crystal against the neck and taking the lead.
The realm opened, Leng Can forced a smile, his body felt weak, he covered his chest, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and fainted on the ground.
The injuries suffered by Mu Xue backfired on him, and coupled with the exhaustion of his spiritual energy, it was like a mortal who was so weak that he was seriously injured and fell into coma.
Mu Xue, who was also seriously injured, carried him up, but when she saw Cong Mo and Yan Huo rushing towards them, she lost her strength and fell down.
Yin Yi asked the old man Jian Yi, "Master Jian Yi, we need to rest."
"Okay." The old man Jian Yi allowed.
Yanhuo carried Muxue up, "Quanwen, Muxue is injured."
Dali's injury had just healed. Quan Wen helped Mu Xue sit down, tears in his eyes, "Mu Xue's injury is very serious."
"Just rest for a few days." Yanhuo's voice was cold. "Quanwen, you don't have to worry. Your treatment consumes spiritual energy, and the master will not let you and your master play."
Quan Wen blinked, not understanding what he meant.
Fireworks didn't have the patience to explain and urged her to get treatment quickly.
Leng Can, his mouth full of blood, fell into Cong Mo's arms. He slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand to grab her arm, and said weakly, "Xiao... Mo, I won."
"Don't move." Cong Mo's voice was calm, his expression unchanged. He pushed his arm away, helped him sit up, and formed a talisman with his palm and stuck it on his back. Then he walked around, pointed two fingers at his eyebrows, and summoned spiritual power. He opened his other hand and lightly clasped Leng Can's face. His palm glowed, acting as a soothing wall to alleviate the impact of the spiritual power transmission. The spiritual power passed through his hand and entered Leng Can's eyebrows. The talisman transmitted it to various parts of the body for treatment.
Leng Can's frown gradually relaxed, and he coughed, "Cough cough..."
Xi Chengming handed her the spirit stone, "Healing spirit stone."
"No need." Cong Mo bent two fingers and put them together into a fist. The spiritual power line between his eyebrows disappeared. After a while, the spiritual power treatment was over. "With my spiritual power transmission and the effect of the yellow talisman, he will recover soon. Your injuries are not healed yet, so you still need to use the spiritual stones."
She looked at Yin Yi, "Yin Yi, Leng Can will definitely not be able to play in the next round. The result is already determined. We have already won three rounds. If you go on the court, just give up. Don't practice fighting."
"But this game also has rewards, what if..."
"Leng Can's is for you." Cong Mo picked up Leng Can horizontally, "He won't need it in the next game."
Yin Yi's desire to fight was completely suppressed by her. Although Cong Mo's voice was firm and there was no room for negotiation, he still inexplicably felt the power of unity.
Five thin ropes were twisted into a thick rope that could not be cut or pulled apart. Everyone trusted each other and would never give up.
Xi Chengming slapped his head fiercely. "Why are you grinning at Ah Mo? You're so disgusting."
"No way," Yin Yi muttered, covering his head. "Why does this sound so familiar?"
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