The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 822: Concession!

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Only one of the figures raised a jade flute in his hand, blocking the light and making a crisp sound.

With one move, Jimo Ya and Shangqiu Mengqian's hearts sank.

The opponent was unexpectedly tough.

A glance at each other, the two moved together, moving as fast as lightning, but in an instant, they fought more than ten moves.

They are all touched and divided, and there is no meaning of fighting.

With the eyesight of most people present, they didn't see anything. They saw two figures flying in midair. There was no aura or strong wind, and it was a mess.

"Is this my realm not enough? Could it be that the battle between profound spiritualists has reached the realm of returning to the basics and introverted spirit?"

"I didn't understand it. If these two profound spirit masters fight, they won't be upset, and there will be no movement at all, right?"

"Otherwise, how come we are only true spiritualists, and others are profound spiritualists?"

These are all onlookers who humbly want to learn something, but don't see anything.

On the contrary, Xuenu and Baili Zixi and other profound spiritualists have a more solemn expression. Their realms are not too far apart, and they can more or less clearly see.

Although Jimo Ya and Shangqiu Mengqian seem to be fighting fast, there is nothing to see and there is no smoke.

In their eyes, it is a hidden murderous intent, and an inadvertent one is afraid of life.

Nangong Beichen and Bai Chenfeng's faces were gloomy, watching Jimo Ya and Shangqiu Mengqian fight each other, they knew how far they were from him.

Neither of them are stupid. Jimo Ya is clearly using Shangqiu Mengqian to fight, warning them of their wishful thinking about Huan Qingyan.

Bai Li Zixi barely maintained her calmness, but her heart was overwhelmed. She always thought that apart from Gongziya, she was the best among the younger generation.

You can enter the secret realm and suffer successive blows. Even if the Snow Girl appears, it seems that Shangqiu Mengqian is also faintly higher than himself.

This is not good news for myself.

The rest of the people also have their own thoughts, but the two in the field, after each hitting a palm, backed away and slowly landed.

What's the situation? Who's winning?

After a period of silence, Shangqiu Mengqian spoke, the arrogant color between his eyebrows faded, and his expression was correct: "You won!"

Jimoya nodded slightly: "Concession!"

This is Jimoya winning.

Huan Qingyan was overjoyed, and was about to step forward to take Jimoya's hand, and praise him, when he heard Shangqiu Mengqian speaking again: "But this son will not give up!"

I go! Huan Qingyan's face turned black immediately.

Jimoya couldn't help but pumped his hand, and had the urge to step forward and beat him again.

Shangqiu Mengqian sighed and felt aggrieved: "Yan Yan, if Jimoya treats you badly, the door of my Shangqiu family will always be opened for you!"

Huan Qingyan really wants to propose, Ya Shuai, why don't you go and do him!

Before I spoke, I felt the air around me suddenly speed up, and a demon wind rose on the ground.

It rolled up the yellow sand on the ground and gathered it layer by layer into the sky.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, with yellow sand, covering the sky and the sun.

But for a while, this sand city was enveloped by this yellow sand storm, and the sky suddenly became dark and visibility was extremely low.

Everyone hurriedly covered their mouths and noses. This kind of sandstorm, if you are not careful, you will eat a mouthful of sand.

Jimoya steadily hugged Huan Qingyan in his arms, stroked his hands in the air a few times, and a small windshield enveloped the two of them.