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Wang Zuolin's Eagle-striking of Heaven had a total of eight attacks, and each attack was stronger than the previous one. When the seventh attack hit Loong Xiaoyun, the powerful attack directly sent Wu Tie flying, like a kite with its string cut, floating in the wind.

"Younger Brother Yun!" Loong Ziyuan no longer cared about the rules of life and death, she just wanted to force her way in and end this meaningless fight. However, Loong Xiaochuan's goal was to kill Loong Xiaoyun. He wouldn't let Loong Ziyuan in to cause trouble.

"Wait," Loong Xiaochuan stretched out his hand to stop Loong Ziyuan as he said with disdain, "Loong Ziyuan, do you want to break the rules of the Life and Death Challenge? "Before the competition is over, no one is allowed to enter!"

"Out of the way!" Loong Ziyuan let out a low shout, and her Fifth Heaven of First Grade Cultivation Level instantly exploded to the extreme! Even though Loong Xiaochuan was also a Cultivation Level of Fifth Heaven of First Grade, in front of the furious Loong Ziyuan, he was actually pushed down with a single palm!

"Oh, Loong Ziyuan, how dare you push me!" Loong Xiaochuan was knocked to the ground. He was extremely unwilling. He then ordered Loong Biao, "Loong Biao, stop her. No one can break the rules of the Life and Death Challenge!"

Loong Biao had not wanted to intervene, but Loong Xiaochuan had named him to do so, and if he did not, Loong Xiaochuan would hold a grudge, and the rules of life and death were unchanged for tens of thousands of years, and it was true that Loong Ziyuan could not easily break them. So Loong Biao forced himself to stop Loong Ziyuan and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Miss Ziyuan, but you really can't go in!"

"Loong Biao, do you want to stop me as well?" Loong Ziyuan's face was filled with anger, just like a tigress who had always been angry. Her piercing gaze made Loong Biao unable to look straight at her!

"I'm sorry, Miss Ziyuan. This is the rule of the entire Eastern Continent. This subordinate has no other choice!" Loong Biao lowered his head and apologized again.

"Then don't blame me for being impolite!" Loong Ziyuan's heart was burning with anxiety. She raised her hand and struck out at Loong Biao, but in front of Loong Biao's First Heaven of Third Grade, Loong Ziyuan's attack was like a slow motion. Loong Biao had casually dissolved that palm, and with a twist of his hand, he had subdued Loong Ziyuan.

"Miss Ziyuan, excuse me!" In order to prevent Loong Ziyuan from causing any more trouble, Loong Biao had no choice but to give her a light tap on the back of her neck. With just the right amount of strength, he could knock out Loong Ziyuan without harming her roots.

"You …" Loong Ziyuan felt her entire body become powerless, and her vision became more and more blurry. Soon, she fainted.

Loong Biao shook his head and greeted several people. He said, "Men, carry Miss Ziyuan back to the tent and take good care of her!"

"Well done, Loong Biao. This time, you did well!" Seeing that Loong Biao did not disappoint him, Loong Xiaochuan gave a rare compliment.

"Thank you, young master!" "Young master, forgive this subordinate for talking too much. Loong Xiaoyun has already lost. Can this competition end now?" After all, Loong Biao had a responsibility. As long as Loong Xiaoyun didn't die, his responsibility wasn't too heavy.

"Humph!" Is that what you should do? " Loong Xiaochuan glared at Loong Biao and then turned around to look at Loong Xiaoyun, who had fallen to the ground. He said, "Since he is still alive, the competition will never end!"

"That's right, I'm not dead yet. How can this competition end!" A very weak, yet very firm voice came from the center of the field.

When these words were spoken, everyone present was stunned. Who would have thought that after receiving such a heavy blow, Loong Xiaoyun would still be able to say such shocking words? Especially Wang Zuolin, he didn't know why, but he suddenly felt guilty and uneasy in his heart. He clearly had the absolute advantage, but he couldn't stop his heart from beating faster.

Loong Xiaoyun trembled as he stood up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked around at everyone with a charming smile, "Do you all think that I, Loong Xiaoyun, will lose for sure? "Let me tell you, the only one who can win today is me, Loong Xiaoyun!"

"It can't be, it's already like this, why is Loong Xiaoyun still so arrogant?"

"This is not arrogance, this is tenacity. Don't give up at the last moment!"

"I think it's just an addiction. In the end, I'm still going to die!"

"No, looking at Loong Xiaoyun's eyes, it's an expression I've never seen before. Maybe he can really create a miracle!"

Some people hoped that Loong Xiaoyun would lose, but there were also people who hoped that Loong Xiaoyun would win. There were also people who hoped that this good show would not end too early. After all, such an exciting battle was not something that could be seen at any time.

"Cousin, don't be merciful anymore. Use your strongest killing move and finish him off with one strike!" Loong Xiaochuan also felt uneasy. In order to avoid any unexpected incidents, he reminded Wang Zuolin loudly.

Wang Zuolin took a deep breath, pointed his sword at Loong Xiaoyun and said, "You are very arrogant and tough. You are the most courageous opponent that I, Wang Zuolin, have ever seen in my life. But no matter what, you must die!" I'm sorry! "

"Cut the crap!" Loong Xiaoyun pulled the front of his shirt, exposing his firm chest. He smiled at Wang Zuolin and said, "Come on, your grandpa is waiting here. Let's see who will die first."

"Hmph, die!" Wang Zuolin turned into a white shadow and pierced towards Loong Xiaoyun. If the first seven attacks were clone attacks, then this last attack was Wang Zuolin's main body attack. It was also the most powerful attack!

Loong Xiaoyun could feel the whistling sword qi, but he didn't do anything to dodge it. Instead, he pushed his chest forward.

"Puchi!" The unique sound of a sharp sword entering the body entered the ears of everyone present. The sharp blade pierced Loong Xiaoyun's chest and came out from his back. Blood dripped down into the dry sand along with the sword.

"Loong Xiaoyun, I, Wang Zuolin, admire you a lot. However, when you are born, you are fated to die under my sword. So, rest in peace!" Wang Zuolin said with a bit of regret.

"Do you really think so?" Loong Xiaoyun raised his head, a wave of unfathomable chaos surging within his eyes. Wang Zuolin only glanced at Loong Xiaoyun's eyes before he suddenly fainted.

"Not good, there's something wrong with his eyes!" Wang Zuolin immediately realized that something was wrong. However, he soon entered a state where he could not extricate himself, and his expression became very nervous and scared.

"I've waited so long for this chance. Wang Zuolin, you've been tricked!" Loong Xiaoyun smiled evilly. In Wang Zuolin's eyes, Loong Xiaoyun became a god of death with no flesh and blood, wearing a black robe and holding a huge scythe. Countless ghosts and vengeful spirits surged out from Loong Xiaoyun's body towards Wang Zuolin.