Time passed slowly, and the two of them were still motionless, but Wan Xiu did not have any impatience.

Seeing the attacks of the two people before, not only the Jindan monks, but also the Nascent Soul monks had a huge impact.

At the same time, many early-level cultivators in the Nascent Soul couldn't help but feel cold. The previous attack would probably be damaged even if they faced the opponent.

The loss fell into the hands of the Jindan monk, but the cultivator with Nascent Soul cultivation was unwilling to believe it, but in front of him, a man full of holes and a burnt-out body was lying there, telling his previous blow.

In the top ten, several people saw the tragic situation of Tang Long and Lei Meng. Although they were shocked, after looking around, a little joy appeared deep in their eyes.

In the subsequent battle, without Tang Long and Lei Meng, he could actually fight to win the first place in this sect!

Yi Qiu's eyes turned slightly, looked at the brothers around him, then looked at Tang Longlei Meng, nodded secretly, and had a scheming in his heart.

On the contrary, Lei Hong's face slowly sootheed, while Tang Aotian frowned.

Tang Aotian and Lei Hongke are both high-level people in the Nascent Soul. Although Tang Longlei on the battlefield did not move at all, under the coverage of their respective spiritual senses, the recovery level in their bodies and the intermittent flow of true energy can still be seen.

According to the rules of the battle, as long as the two people in the battle do not admit defeat, no matter how serious the injuries they suffer, they will continue to fight.

Of course, if someone is knocked out and cannot admit defeat, the master of the pulse where he is located can admit defeat on his behalf.

At present, Tang Aotian and Lei Hong naturally did not take the initiative to admit defeat for their respective disciples.

Half an hour later, Wan Xiu became slightly impatient, and several people were whispering.

Two hours later, Yi Qiu's eyes shrank, and Tang Long's fingers shook slightly, then looked at Lei Meng and found that Lei Meng, who was holding the Thunder God Axe, tightened his hands, and Yi Qiu's heart couldn't help but let go.

Not to mention the grudges between him and Tianqian, just meeting Lei Meng several times, his open and honest personality made Yi Qiu feel like making friends, not to mention that his master Lei Hong and his master Xiaoxiang Haihu Lake also have a deep friendship, which can be seen from the true demon Thunder and Fire Pearl in his arms.

What's more, when you take a casual look, your master and Lei Hong stood together in front of the Hall of Creation.

Ahem...

A slight cough sounded, and a faint black smoke emerged from Tang Long's seven orifices, mixed with some black objects left. Then, Tang Long's face gradually looked better, and his eyelids moved and he slowly opened.

Um……

With a slight cry of pain, Lei Mengyi opened his eyes, raised his head slightly, and fell down again. After several times, one inch above the ground, he looked around and looked at the burnt Tang Long opposite, Lei Meng couldn't help but...

Just as I was about to laugh, my voice was silent.

snort!

Hearing the thunderous sound, Tang Long snorted coldly, struggled with his hands, opened the storage bag and took out several pills and took them.

Seeing this, Lei Meng opened a jade bottle without saying anything, poured out a pill and took it.

Then the two of them lay down again at the same time, and at the same time, a series of inspiration flashed on the two of them. The burnt body and Lei Meng's holed body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a cup of tea, the breath of the two gradually stabilized.

clang……

With a sound, the Thunder God Axe, which had just been lifted by thunder, fell down again.

Lei Meng let out a cry of pain, and the Thunder God Axe pressed against Lei Meng's chest again.

ha!

Lei Meng roared, pushed hard with both hands, and pushed away the Thunder God Axe. After several failures, he started fighting tremblingly. At the same time, the Thunder God Axe hit the ground, Lei Meng supported his hands on the handle of the Thunder God Axe, panting and supporting his body.

On the other side, Tang Long also struggled to sit up, supported himself with his hands. He was about to stand up, but he fell down again. After several times, he still couldn't stand up with his own strength.

Seeing this situation, Wan Xiu couldn't help feeling miserable, because the senior brother of Jiuding Sect now had no strength to stand up.

Although Lei Meng relied on the Thunder God Axe to support his shaking body, under the afterglow of the sunset at this moment, looking at Lei Meng's majestic body, it seemed that he could withstand any blow and would not fall down. Wan Xiu couldn't help but say two words - God of War!

Yes, it's the God of War!

Even the few people who were seriously injured and were unable to fight again and secretly wanted to compete for the first place in this sect. Looking at Lei Meng at this moment, they couldn't help but admire him.

After Tang Long struggled for several more times, he didn't stand up, he sat on the ground powerlessly.

After dozens of breaths, when Tang Long's eyes shrank, Lei suddenly raised his right foot and stepped firmly.

Although his feet fell silently, Wan Xiu felt that the battlefield was trembling with his feet, as if he was stepping into his heart, causing ripples.

Danglanglong...

The Thunder Axe in your hand was dragged by thunder and headed towards Tang Long. The Thunder Axe crossed the ground and made a sound that made you feel palpitations.

Looking at Lei Meng's firm gaze, Tang Long's expression that had just changed suddenly became very changed. He also looked at Fengyun Fan dozens of feet away and became anxious.

The sound of chugging kept ringing, but thunder slowly walked towards Tang Long step by step. The Thunder Axe was still dragging past the battlefield ground because of the thunder and fierceness now.

At a distance of thousands of feet, the thunder was fierce like a snail, moving forward slowly.

After walking a hundred feet, Tang Long finally stood up after struggling many times. Looking at the thunder and fierceness coming thousands of feet away, Tang Long's footsteps moved slightly and moved forward a little.

At this moment, the Fengyun Jue Body Technique, which was proud of the world, could no longer be used. In the self-destruction of the two top-quality magic weapons, they forced the defense of Xuantian Treasure. There was no trace of true energy in their bodies, and even the golden elixir disappeared, just like an ordinary person.

The current injuries of the two people cannot recover even if they are elixirs from the sect.

Tang Long moved forward little by little at a speed slower than thunder. Looking at its direction, it was not the thunder that was moving, but the Xuantian treasure that fell to the ground - Fengyun Fan.

If thunder came to his body, even if he could not use the Thunder God Axe, only his own Fengyun Fan could completely resist with his own power. What's more, it would be an extremely ironic thing to take off the magic weapon.

It took Tang Long nearly half an hour to move over a distance of more than twenty feet. He really moved one inch and took three rests.

During this period, Lei Meng advanced hundreds of feet further, and he saw that there were still hundreds of feet before he could reach Tang Long.

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