Nie Shaoxuan's eyes darkened slightly, he didn't expect that Chen Jing, who was one year younger than him, actually had a back-up plan.

However, his face still showed confidence. No matter what, the final victory must belong to him.

Among those at the same level, I am invincible!

Nie Shaoxuan's eyes were shining brightly, and at this moment his index finger, which had been completely infected by the blue color, had stopped.

No one knows exactly what lines he drew, but when he finished it, a great terror seemed to come, and the green index finger instantly exuded the power of cutting the sky and the earth, and seemed to cut the sky wherever it passed.

generally.

Cut off the sky - cut off the sky!

When Nie Shaoxuan was getting ready to go, Chen Jing didn't wait.

I saw that after he made an unfamiliar gesture, the energy in his body was running wildly.

In an instant, his eyes were completely filled with silver thunder.

Cold, ruthless, and aloof.

At the same time, the short hairs rose upward one after another under the flash of silver lightning, like swords coming out of the body, with a sharp edge.

Crack, crackle, crackle!

As if reaching a certain critical point, the sword in Chen Jing's hand suddenly flashed with a dazzling white light.

When it unfolded in front of everyone again, it was as if it was covered with a layer of silver mercury. It was so bright and dazzling that people felt deeply frightened.

Nine-fold Thunder Sword - Heavenly Whip!

Like waving a mountain, Chen Jing slowly raised the sword.

Boom!

Wherever he passes, he is like a thunder god traveling with great momentum and shocking people's hearts.

Nie Shaoxuan looked over at this moment, and Chen Jing also looked over.

After the two looked at each other, there was no nonsense and they took steps at the same time.

moment!

One person is like the blue sky descending, and the other person is like the Thunder Emperor possessing the spirit. Each of them collides head-on with great momentum.

Light!

Endless light!

Even the people in front of the TV couldn't help but look away under this moment of light.

Before they could turn around again, a deafening explosion suddenly sounded in the field.

Then a mushroom cloud of dust instantly covered up the light, rising slowly in the horrified eyes of thousands of spectators.

"Who's winning?"

Before the smoke clears, everyone is anxiously waiting for the final result.

It's only been one minute, two minutes, and I haven't gotten out of the dust yet.

At this time, the referee, who had been reduced to a background wall since the beginning, frowned slightly and walked quickly into the dust.

At this moment, he became the focus of everyone present.

Everyone is waiting for his final announcement.

I just sat and waited, but there was no sound coming from inside.

Not only that, the referee walked out alone again, seemingly embarrassed, and in the end he just shook his head gently without saying a word.

"What does it mean?"

Everyone is puzzled.

But soon, the scene after the smoke and dust cleared gave them the answer.

Chen Jing and Nie Shaoxuan, who were once high-spirited, were seen half-kneeling on the ground in an extremely embarrassed state.

The military uniform was in tatters, with wounds all over it.

If their chests weren't still heaving, everyone would have thought they had fainted.

But what is this?

A tie?

It's just that there is never a tie in the North-South competition, let alone the final championship battle.

This is why the referee insisted on continuing the game.

Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second.

The so-called friendship comes first and competition comes second. Such idiotic talk will never appear in martial arts competitions.

Victory is victory! Defeat is defeat!

Warriors don’t need mercy!

Both Chen Jing and Chen Jing also understand this truth.

No matter how seriously injured they are, they must grit their teeth and persevere.

Cough cough cough!

Chen Jing coughed several times uncomfortably and stood up despite the pain.

This was the first time that someone of the same rank had injured him to such an extent.

He had to admire his opponent. He had obviously mastered the Transparent Realm, and even ordinary fourth-level warriors had few opponents, but now he was in such a miserable state in the hands of a person of the same level as him.

But the final victory must belong to you.

Chen Jing knew very well that compared to herself, Nie Shaoxuan was injured more seriously.

He glanced at the sword with only the hilt left in his right hand, and threw it away indifferently. The strength of the two of them was no longer the same. To him, it was the same whether they had a sword or not.

Nie Shaoxuan also struggled to stand up at this time.

Seeing Chen Jing gritting his teeth and striding forward, he felt very complicated.

I have always been the best among my peers. It can be said that since I started practicing martial arts, I have never been defeated in the same generation or even the same level.

However, today, he expected that he would break this example.

"What an amazing opponent!" Nie Shaoxuan seemed to regret or sigh.

Soon, he suddenly changed again and regained his high fighting spirit.

Even if you lose! You will lose in the battle!

Nie Shaoxuan ignored the flow of blood and burst out his final potential and rushed towards Chen Jing.

Bang bang bang.

Compared to before, the battle between the two is now much quieter.

Even if anyone is eliminated from the North-South Competition, he can easily win.

But no one looked down upon them.

As long as they see them dripping with blood and overwhelmed, but still fighting with their last breath, no one will look down upon them.

Even if the scene is not grand, the spirit of Chen Jing and Nie Shaoxuan who are desperate to advance without retreating is enough to impress everyone.

Time passed little by little, and it could be seen with the naked eye that the ground where the two men fought was stained with more and more blood.

People like Qin Qing and Jiang Xiaomeng who are closely related to Chen Jing can no longer bear to look directly at him.

Xia Yun'er, on the other hand, watched everything with her eyes wide open from beginning to end.

His hands were clenched, his body was tense, and his eyes were always on Chen Jing and never shifted.

It was as if I recognized this person for the first time.

Combining the once crooked brother with the current iron-blooded warrior in his mind, Xia Yun'er's eyes flickered fiercely, and finally merged into one sentence:

"Come on!"

The same cheering voice sounded in the hearts of many people.

Not only Chen Jing's, but also Nie Shaoxuan's.

Seeing that Brother Nie, who he once regarded as a god, was now stained with blood and teetering on the stage, Meng Zijin's face was like a dye shop, with expressions of shock, disbelief, hope, etc. mixed together, making it extremely complex.

Not only her, the same expression appeared on all the teachers and students of the Imperial Military Academy.

No one expected that Nie Shaoxuan, with his incredible strength, would be forced into such an embarrassing situation by someone who was one year younger than him.

Now, everyone can only sincerely hope that Senior Brother Nie can turn the danger into safety and win in the end.

But reality defeated them once again.

On the fighting field.

After narrowly escaping Nie Shaoxuan's last elaborate counterattack, Chen Jing turned her palm into a sword, unleashed her final strength and slashed at the opponent.

This time, nothing unexpected happened.

Nie Shaoxuan, who had dominated all military academies for a year like a towering mountain, finally fell.
Chapter completed!