Super God Gene Chapter 2001: The battle is over

The disciples of Zhentiangong who watched the battle almost wanted to vomit blood. They clearly felt that Han Sen's strength was not as good as Lone Bamboo's, but there was a feeling of being evenly matched, which was complicated and contradictory.

The many king-level elders looked suspicious when they saw the aura emanating from Han Sen.

They feel the same as ordinary Tiantiangong disciples, but they see it more clearly.

Han Sen's absolute power is indeed inferior to Lone Bamboo, who was promoted to the Marquis, but instead of being suppressed, his artistic conception and momentum are becoming more and more condensed and powerful.

As Lone Bamboo's sword intent continued to rise, Han Sen's artistic conception also continued to change, and was never suppressed by Lone Bamboo.

The artistic conception of the two people is too terrifying, and the essence that is visible to the naked eye has been condensed. The disciples of Tiantiangong watching the battle, what they see in their eyes, seems to be no longer Lone Bamboo and Han Sen confronting, but a The evil ghost with monstrous flames confronted a jade-white light and shadow, and the two terrifying auras collided. any of them.

Boom!

The two forces seemed to be pushed to the limit at the same time, and crossed a certain boundary. The artistic conception laid down by the dream beast could not stop the momentum of the two, and the two forces spread out, making many disciples in Zhentian Palace feel that their brains are about to explode Like open.

"Roar!" Lone Bamboo roared loudly, holding the Ghost Tooth Saber in both hands, holding it high above his head, with the terrifying power that had broken through the limit, he was about to cut down on Han Sen.

Yun Changkong and the other elders all smiled bitterly to themselves. If this knife cuts down, there will inevitably be a tragedy, and there is no room for it.

Suppressing Heaven Palace Master also sighed secretly, stood up from his chair, and was ready to intervene.

The jade sword in Han Sen's hand pointed to the lonely bamboo, unshakable like a mountain, and his eyes were clear without the slightest fear or retreat.

And Lone Bamboo looked hideous, the man and the knife merged into one, and the fierce flames shot straight into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

When everyone thought Lone Bamboo was going to cut off this knife, the ghost tooth knife was frozen in the air and could not be cut down. Lone Bamboo's eyes stared at Han Sen, or stared at Han Sen's hand The jade sword, the complex emotions in it are fluctuating.

On the green grass, a little girl of eight or nine years old with big braids held a jade sword. She practiced swordsmanship clumsily and jerky, and accidentally hit her forehead with the jade sword. He immediately sat down on the ground, throwing away his jade sword and rubbing his eyes.

"Why is Wan'er crying again?" A young boy squatted in front of the little girl with a smile, stretched out his palm and pressed the little girl's head.

"Brother, I don't practice sword anymore, that stinky sword bullies me." Wan'er said angrily, wiping her tears.

"How can the sword bully you? It is your most loyal friend. As long as you treat it well, it will listen to you." The boy picked up the jade sword and said.

Wan'er pouted and said, "Wan'er has been very good to it. I wipe it clean every day and give it fragrance, but it just doesn't listen to Wan'er's words, and it's maddening."

The young man smiled, took the jade sword and walked to the grass beside him, and waved it with his hand.

"Wan'er, the real good for it is to understand it, not to smell it." The boy restrained his sword posture, handed the jade sword back to the girl, rubbed her head and said.

"I don't care. Anyway, it hates it the most. It doesn't listen to Wan'er's words, but only to my brother's." Wan'er muttered, but there was a smile in her big eyes.

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In the small courtyard, the young man was lying on the side of the pool in a decadent manner, vomiting continuously, as if he was about to vomit out bile.

"Brother, why are you drinking like this again?" A girl with big braids came out of the room and ran to the youth anxiously, trying to help the youth up.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." The young man muttered indistinctly.

"Brother, a temporary failure is nothing, I know you are the best, you will definitely be able to win again, you have to cheer up." The girl helped the youth with a serious look.

But the boy had already fallen to the ground, and he couldn't get up no matter how he was helped.

The girl pulled several times, but she couldn't pull it up, so she ran into the house, took a quilt to cover the young man, sat beside the young man, looked at the stars in the sky and prayed sincerely: "If this The world really has gods, Wan'er prays for you to help my brother and cheer him up again, no matter what Wan'er pays, Wan'er is willing."

Under the moonlight, the young man was lying on the ground, and a tear fell from the corner of his eyes.

"Wan'er..." Guzhu stared at Yujian and his lips moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound at all, but there were countless complex emotions colliding in his eyes.

"I can't go down...I can't just go down here...Even if I die...Even if there is only a wisp of a dirty, muddy soul left...I have to go down..." Gu Bamboo's teeth chattered, but his eyes became more and more determined.

The terrifying ghost-like sword flames condensed in the air, not only did not cut down, but gradually converged.

"Lone Bamboo seems to be a little more awake!" The woman beside Zhentian Palace Lord made a surprised voice.

Yun Changkong and other elders ~IndoMTL.com~ are also overjoyed, but it is only a momentary surprise.

The inner demons have already been planted so deeply, and if you want to completely suppress them, even the king's state of mind may not be able to do it. It is rare for Lone Bamboo to have a trace of clarity at this time, so how can it be possible to suppress the inner demons.

Han Sen looked at Lone Bamboo, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. Lone Bamboo actually controlled the demon that was about to explode at the last moment. After all, he did not sink completely.

Gu Zhu's body trembled, as if he was experiencing some indescribable pain. The terrifying negative emotions and sword intent were gradually converging back into his body.

In the eyes of everyone's surprise, Lone Bamboo abruptly suppressed the evil spirit-like demon back into his body, and his whole person looked even more terrifying than the evil spirit.

The princes and nobles of Zhentian Palace were all surprised and delighted, unable to imagine how Lone Bamboo did it.

Han Sen also restrained his strength, lowered his jade sword and looked at Lone Bamboo, all the aura in the martial arts field disappeared for a while.

Lone Bamboo threw the Ghost Tooth Saber to Han Sen and said lightly, "I've already been promoted to Marquis, so I shouldn't continue to participate in the battle. You won this battle."

Han Sen caught the Ghost Tooth Saber and returned the Jade Sword to Lone Bamboo.

Guzhu took the jade sword, wiped it gently, and carefully retracted it into the scabbard, as if the jade sword was the most expensive treasure in the world.

Looking at Lone Bamboo's back, Han Sen muttered to himself: "He has an evil spirit sealed in his body, but an angel lives in his heart, a strange man."

No one thought that such a thrilling battle would end in this way, but it did not affect their excitement at all.

A long time after this battle was over, it was still often mentioned, but all the disciples of Zhentiangong who watched this battle remembered two figures, and it may be hard to forget them in their lifetime. 8)