Chapter 327 (1/2)
Clank clank, the impact of infinite echo finally stopped.
Lingjun and Zhu Qiuyan are only one arm away.
No one shot. He was afraid to stand up after knocking down the other party. Life is as strong as will. The last blow is naturally reserved for the last.
When there were only three breath left in the game time, the two people who had been standing for a long time suddenly burst out an illusion, one blue and one gold. The phantoms crashed together. They vomited blood and leaned forward at the same time.
Lingjun had already concentrated the remaining strength on his hands and grabbed the God killing gun.
Zhu Qiuyan had no support and fell to the ground after the final attack.
A move will win or lose. If you fall, you will have no chance to stand up again.
I wish Qiuyan hate to tilt. It's impossible to offer weapons to support the fallen body. I want to reach out and drag Lingjun, but I don't succeed.
At the end of the game, thunderous applause broke out on the scene.
I wish Yongchang a sigh of relief. I'm glad I wish Qiuyan is still alive. As long as he is alive, he still wishes Qiuyan. That never say die wish family genius. He only hated that he couldn't hold the sword left by Zhu Xian.
Lingjun picked up Zhu Qiuyan and smiled: ”if you want to get Yan soul sword, let's fight again next time.”
”Don't look arrogant. Next time I'll break this broken gun first.” Zhu Qiuyan hates it. If he loses, he will lose in being too brave. Always think about the balance of strength and spirit.
The soul of the small gun was seriously upset. ”Next time I can beat you alone.”
Zhu Qiuyan pointed at the killing gun and said, ”OK, I accept your challenge.”
The game is over, but there is one more important thing in the game.
Distribute prizes.
Lingjun holds Yan soul sword again.
The first and second places were put on the podium. In contrast, Gu Xiaoyu was the most decent. She flew up.
The second and third prizes were also announced. One is the holy land of Tianchi, the other is the dreamland of the sea of clouds.
I wish Qiuyan choose Tianchi holy land and Gu Xiaoyu choose cloud sea fantasy land.
At the same time, Zhu Yong declared that Zhu Qiuyan was the Lord of Tianchi and Gu Xiaoyu was the emperor of the sea of clouds.
Boom, prize territory, no wonder you see the real thing! A fief with countless secrets. Such a letter, two people become holy. This prize is more than Yan soul sword.
It is said that there are sacred animals in the Tianchi ruins, and there may be unparalleled treasures in the cloud sea fantasy. Lingjun is dry and greedy. Of course, he knew that he was not blessed to receive xinrao's enfeoffment.
Yan soul sword, which had left him for 5000 years, finally returned to his hand. He really wanted to set foot on Yan soul and travel around the world immediately.
Whether willing or not to accept the reality, Zhu Yong must declare that Yan soul sword and the best soul stone belong to Ling.
Under the attention of the crowd, the crystal box with Yan soul sword was slowly opened.
Zhu Qiuyan and Gu Xiaoyu stared at the box with gnashing teeth.
Lingjun summoned up his strength and went to the box.
The familiar sword lay quietly in front of him, and Lingjun's hands slowly extended to Yan soul. This sword carried his life. His hands moved a short distance, and Lingjun's mind has spanned thousands of years.
Touching Yan soul sword again, the first picture in my mind turned out to be the altar. He unconsciously gripped the body of the sword.
Hiss, the sharp blade cuts Lingjun's fingers, and a gentle force erodes into the body along the wound. Lingjun's arm suddenly turned dark purple.
”Three corpse curse!” Zhu Qiuyan exclaimed, trying to come forward to save. His way had already been blocked. Dharma protector B walked slowly to Lingjun with a smile, ”I wish marshal, it's time to read out the reward.”
Where does Lingjun have the strength to resist this bone rotting curse. The three corpse mantra is not only a spell, but also a poison. It is destroyed by real power, but it is colorless and tasteless. It can be hidden anywhere.