Chapter 778

Unconsciously, half an hour has passed. The stage is still full of figures and swords.

Under the stage, those Guanghua saints had already shut up.

In the beginning, two swords block one sword, and then four swords block one sword. According to principle, the consumption of holy Qi is doubled or even quadrupled. Not to mention the Dharma saint, even the soul saint can't bear such consumption of holy Qi.

The white fat man should have fallen on the stage and even died. However, he was still alive. Except for his face was a little tired, he was no different from before.

However, Zhou Xian's face became as pale as paper, and his sweat went down his cheek, and his steps became weak. It was obvious that he was on the verge of the end of his holy spirit.

At this time, Zhou Xian was so depressed that he just wanted to cry.

Four times the consumption of Shengqi, but it can be delayed until now, which makes him almost lying down. This fat man is as alive as nothing. How can he get such abundant Shengqi?

Well, it's OK to be full of holy Qi, but where can you get such flexible skill and fast sword speed?

In order to make a quick decision, Zhou Xian brought his sword skills to the limit. No matter the mystery of the sword or the speed of his hand, they are absolutely comparable to the soul saint, but the fat man on the opposite side still copes well.

Who says fat people are slow? Who says they can't move when they eat too much? Deceiving. All the stories in fairy tales are deceiving.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he was. The more he thought about it, the more sorrowful he was. The last Holy Spirit in his body passed away at an amazing speed.

"Dang!" Once again block the white fat man a sword, Zhou Xian finally a soft body, look up and fall, the sword also powerless fall down.

Looking at Zhou Xian, gasping heavily on the stage and rolling his eyes like a dead fish, the audience of Guanghua and Xinghua were all stunned.

In the end, it was not Bai Pang, but Zhou Xian, who was dragged to death. How could this be possible?

"Where do you come from so much Holy Spirit?" After more than ten breaths, Zhou Xian recovered a little strength and asked difficultly.

"Do you really think I've eaten so much for nothing?" The white fat man said with disapproval, and took out a piece of dried meat and put it into his mouth to chew.

Everyone was surprised to see that after eating the dried meat, the fatigue on the white fat man's face was swept away, and his eyes became bright.

This fat man can make up for his holy spirit by eating meat! God, where did this monster come from? Did it turn into a human? The people with dull eyes became even more dull.

In fact, not only eating meat, but also eating vegetables can make up for the Holy Spirit, as long as he cooks with herbs.

"My Lord, would you like some firecrackers?" In the crowd, there was a weak inquiry.

"Go away!" In response to his, is someone angry roar, and unlimited put in front of the big foot Ya son.

"Hahaha, no wonder he had been eating too much before he came to power. That's why he was gifted, gifted." A Xinghua holy master burst out laughing, and finally understood why the white fat man would be that eating face when he came on the stage.

"Ridiculous Zhou Xian also advised him to eat more. Now he lifted a stone and hit himself in the foot." The companion beside also can't help laughing.

Looking back on Zhou Xian's politeness in persuading Bai pang to eat more before the contest, his soft and sincere smile, not to mention the people of Xinghua, even the eyes of the people of Guanghua looking at Zhou Xian were full of sympathy.