Chapter 839

"Bang..."

A dull roar came from the competition platform, and the whole competition platform was shaking violently. With the sharp edge of "Luohua" and the antithesis of Sanskrit Dharma body, the shaking continued.

Then I saw that the soft golden light slowly dissipated, and the shadow of the smiling Buddha which had just come out has become a lot dimmer, and even vaguely shows signs of disappearing. Because the pleasant sound of Sanskrit has long disappeared, as for the golden lotus, it seems that all of them have been lost.

Lin Prajna's whole person is no better. She looks very weak. After so long fighting, the white light of "falling flowers" in her hands has finally dissipated. For this sword, Lin Prajna has paid all the spiritual power in her body. This is the result of her constant refining of "falling flowers" day and night. Otherwise, with the help of now Her cultivation, it is impossible to let this immortal weapon burst out so powerful.

Zhao Jiuge's whole person is directly sitting on the ground, holding the sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword is downward, supporting the whole body. His delicate face is distorted because of pain.

Although at the last critical moment, the Sanskrit Dharma body protected Zhao Jiuge in a timely manner, but there were still a few wisps of sword spirit into Zhao Jiuge's body, wantonly destroying the body, and Zhao Jiuge's spiritual power was empty at the moment. When the golden body of Sanskrit appeared to resist the sword, the spiritual power in his body was instantly emptied, which was also one of the reasons for the pain.

Zhao Jiuge is still safe and sound, just sitting on the ground, supporting the "cold Ming". Lin Prajna stands in front of Zhao Jiuge, holding "Luohua" in his hand, like a proud look. Even though she also has no spiritual power, the sword light of "Luohua" is dim, but her temperament is still.

The atmosphere on the stage was once again frozen. Only on the other side was the fierce voice of song Rujing and Shasha fighting. In that case, the children seemed to have won or lost. Finally, the gauze skill was better.

At the moment, song Rujing's face rose red, showing the color of unconvinced. However, if he lost, he could only sulk.

Shasha is smiling. She looks at Song Rujing in front of her, but the tip of the flying sword in her hand is only a thumb's distance from Song Rujing's throat. When she sees song Rujing, who is stubborn and does not admit defeat, she finally admits defeat. She nods with satisfaction, and then puts down the flying sword in her hand and turns her head to look at the situation of Zhao Jiuge here.

Seeing this scene, many people around felt that Xuantian Jianmen was going to make a show this time. Even the Xuantian temple was defeated by Xuantian Jianmen. Yuan Yixiu didn't care much about it. On the contrary, she felt that song Rujing should suffer a little loss, so that she could understand that there are mountains outside the mountains and there are people outside.

The elder of the disabled moon is not too excited about this. As one of the most evil disciples of Xuantian Jianmen in recent hundreds of years, Shasha is naturally expected by all. Regardless of her strength and accomplishments, Shasha is higher than song Rujing. Victory is only a matter of time. The most important thing is the state of mind. She has more heart than Shasha.

The duel between Lin Prajna and Zhao Jiuge was very wonderful. They were two women. According to the principle, people should pay attention to it. After the result, the atmosphere must be very strong. However, because the duel between Lin Prajna and Zhao Jiuge is still going on, Zhao Jiuge and Lin Prajna are still fighting against each other. At this time, all people naturally look at the competition platform Zhao Jiuge and Lin Prajna.

No matter how lively the surrounding, how noisy the voice of discussion, all this has nothing to do with Lin Prajna. Lin Prajna just looked at Zhao Jiuge in front of him, which was safe and sound. There was something incredible in his beautiful eyes.

She did not expect that the final result would be a tie between the two. You know, she is relying on the power of immortal tools, but Zhao Jiuge does not. This also shows from another aspect that her strength is inferior to Zhao Jiuge, which is more or less unacceptable to some arrogant Lin Prajna.

After all, she had been studying hard in Baihua valley since she was a child. She asked with all her heart. However, Zhao Jiuge didn't get any help with her immortal tools. However, she had no spiritual power. Where could she use any means? Her appearance was no better than Zhao Jiuge. This result made Lin Prajna a a little hard to accept, and her whole body was shaking slightly.

At first, Lin Prajna thought that everything was in her calculations. She could break all the defensive means of Zhao Jiuge by fighting with the "falling flowers" in her hands. Finally, Zhao Jiuge was only slightly injured because of his Sanskrit skill. She could not only do the surface Kung Fu well, but also explain to her master, and win the competition. The most important thing is that Zhao Jiuge will not suffer What kind of harm will affect the nature of the injury, but the result is getting people, showing the current situation.

Hua lingsu sighed slightly. Looking at his apprentice's appearance, he could not help but feel worried. His apprentice only knew about him. Although his apprentice had always been excellent, he had been living in baihuagu since he was young, so he had little experience, so he was not in a good mood. Looking at Lin Prajna's appearance, he was obviously worried and unstable.

Looking at Lin Prajna, who was less than a meter away from him and trembling slightly, Zhao Jiuge was still puzzled at first. Later, he fully understood why, and Zhao Jiuge could not help but worry. Although he had vowed to win the contest and conquer Lin Prajna, when he saw Lin Prajna's dim eyes, Zhao Jiuge was still worried Some are soft hearted.Now both people are exhausted in their spiritual power. It can be said that there is no winning or losing. At most, they can draw hands, and the least, they can rely on brute force to win and win. However, they are not elegant.

When seeing the other side, his elder sister yarn has won, Zhao Jiuge made a decision in his heart. Anyway, there is still yarn yarn. The final top of the list is naturally belong to Xuantian sword gate. The first can comfort linprajna and the second Lin Prajna can not win the yarn yarn.

"You won, I conceded."

Thinking of this, Zhao Jiuge also made up his mind to say it. However, sometimes things, I want to be content, there is no need to tangle for the result. Now, when the people around us have not responded, they just talk about it.

After the voice fell, Zhao Jiuge stood up with the cold underworld in his hand. But when Zhao Jiuge just got up, he had not yet been able to stand up completely, and suddenly appeared.

A wind rang, and Lin Prajna saw the "falling flowers" in his hand. Suddenly, he flew across and stabbed the sword into his chest, and immediately the blood dye red on his body.

Because Lin Prajna has no spiritual power and does not use much strength, the wound is not deep, natural and has no great influence. However, Zhao Jiuge has some inexplicable heartache. How can you not understand why Lin Prajna would make such a sudden move? Maybe this sword stabbed, Zhao Jiuge didn't feel pain, but Lin Prajna's behavior completely hurt Zhao Jiuge's heart 。

"Zhao Jiuge, I emphasize again, we have no relationship, I don't need you to let me, obviously I lost myself, I don't need you here hypocritical!"

Lin Prajna's hand 'falling flowers' was also stained with blood. He shouted hysterically at Zhao Jiuge, and he felt a little out of control and shook his shoulder, and then looked at the wound on Zhao Jiuge's chest. It seems that it was unbelievable that it was caused by himself. But it was born. Lin Prajna forced himself not to see the wound caused by his own hand.

At this moment, Lin Prajna's mood has been disordered, not only because of his lack of confidence in his cultivation, but also because Zhao Jiuge is disordered. Because he promised the master hualingsu first, the more Zhao Jiuge was in front of so many people, considering for her, the more uncomfortable Lin Prajna felt, the more he wanted to leave the relationship apart.

The most painful person is Lin Prajna, on the surface, but also various scruples, but the heart can not do what they want, but also desperately suppress themselves.

Zhao Jiuge looks at Lin Prajna quietly, without comforting her, and of course, she is not blamed, but just watching quietly. At this moment, Zhao Jiuge seems to understand Lin Prajna.

Most people around us are shocked. Lin Prajna is like fighting with his opponent. It is clearly like a woman who is flirting with Taoist partners.

Most people also don't know how things have evolved into this point, but they all understand that there is absolutely something going on between Lin Prajna and Zhao Jiuge, even unusual.

Hualingsu has a slight fluctuation in her chest. Maybe Lin Prajna lost. She doesn't feel anything. But Lin Prajna's actions are not necessarily disgraceful. Zhao Jiuge is even more powerful. As long as she has a relationship with Xuantian sword gate, she just doesn't like it.

"You are a scorpion beauty. It looks like a water spirit outside. I didn't expect you to be cruel. They all conceded. You still need to stab others with a sword. I despise you as a woman who thinks it has some looks and makes a mistake."

Before hualingsu had any action, he heard a clear voice from the stage of competition. The tone was very angry and the words were not very pleasant to listen to.

Lin Prajna was not only a little stunned, but also the people on the stage were very shocked. They were not even and then rose. I didn't know who the sudden voice was.

Even Zhao Jiuge looked at it. When he saw the appearance of the person, his mouth was slightly open, which was particularly surprised, and nothing else, because the person who spoke out of his mouth was peisu Su who had not seen for a long time!

About a year later, peisu Su is still so moving, like a blue lotus, mud and dye, compared with the past, peisu Su a long black dress, the whole person appears to be mature many, when see Zhao Jiuge sluggish to see themselves, peisu Su also playfully blinks at Zhao Jiuge.

Looking back to the situation of leaving at the beginning, Zhao Jiuge's heart is bitter. Peisu Su's identity is known to him, and he has feelings for peisu naturally. He scolded Pei Susu for leaving on that day. After that, Zhao Jiuge didn't know because of his broken spirit and hopeless cultivation. He seemed to be inferior to himself. After all, he really despised Pei Su Su's identity. After all, since ancient times, he was not able to cultivate Pei Su Su The right and evil are not two sides, and he is the chief disciple of Xuantian sword gate!

He thought that, the past, with the passage of time, and slowly forget, and by this time and peisu Su met again, he found all kinds of, not only did not forget, but over time, become more hard to remember, and that good time in Zhao Jiuge's heart again, that time of crying and laughing together, Yi Yi Old is so beautiful.

"You What's up. "

Four eyes opposite, two people silence a little bit, finally Zhao Jiuge first broke the peace.www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!