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At this moment, Xuanyuan Jingcheng exerted all his remaining soul power to the extreme, and the golden Dharma looked down at the people.A vague and sacred aura rushed towards his face, and the entire Soul Fighting Platform slowly trembled.

The blood-red murderous aura in Nangong Wenqing's body continued to rotate and intersect, gradually condensing into a blood-red form.A terrifying and desperate murderous aura boiled over, and the evil sound of the piano also followed.

The golden Dharma slowly raised the writing pen in his right hand and kept writing over the Soul Fighting Platform, like a saint pronouncing judgment on the world.All the awe-inspiring righteousness in the world was squeezed towards Nangong Wenqing, and even everyone in the audience felt a chilling sense of oppression.

Everyone in the Wuhundian team gathered together, and everyone released their strongest soul skills.

Nangong Wenqing slowly closed her eyes, and the sky above the Great Tomb of Nazarick slowly dimmed.The sky was covered with blood-red clouds, and many raindrops gradually fell from the sky.

"Why is it raining now? The weather today is bad enough..."

"That's not right. Can't Senior Gong control the weather at will? I feel something is wrong..."

"Stop talking about what's upstairs. The more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes. It's over, I can't sleep tonight..."

"Wait... the rain seems... red?"

The sky was covered by blood-red dark clouds, and a lot of red liquid kept falling from the clouds.Xuanyuan Jingcheng raised his head and looked at the dim sky with slightly squinted eyes, and slowly stretched out his palm.

tick... tick...

Blood-red liquid spilled into Xuanyuan Jingcheng's palm. "This is not rain..." Xuanyuan Jingcheng stared at his palm and said slowly.

All the big shots on the field stood up and stared at the falling blood-red liquid like Xuanyuan Jingcheng.Emperor Luanxing said with a face full of disbelief: "This is blood..." Bibi Dongdai frowned and looked at the blood rain in the sky and murmured: "It turned out to be murderous intent, which seems to have exceeded the realm of the God of Death... What is your purpose in coming to Wuhun Hall?"

At this moment, the strength displayed by Nangong Wenqing has exceeded Bibi Dong's expectations. Why would Nangong Wenqing join the Spirit Hall with such talent?If it was for Hu Liena, it wouldn't make sense. Bibi Dong had also secretly observed Hu Liena and Nangong's love affair these days.The relationship between the two of them is an ordinary team member, and there is no ambiguous behavior.

The golden dharma image behind Xuanyuan Jingcheng was gradually soaked by the rain of blood, and the originally strong golden light gradually dimmed.The Wen Sheng Pen and the Golden Heavenly Book in the hands of the golden Dharma Master also gradually turned blood red.

Woohoo...woohoo...

There were ethereal cries from heaven and earth, followed by a bloody storm.At this moment, Heaven seemed to be crying in the sky, and this rain of blood was the tears shed by Heaven.

The awe-inspiring righteousness around Xuanyuan Jingcheng is still decreasing, and the golden dharma gradually turns into starlight and dissipates between the heaven and the earth.The white clothes on his body were also dyed extremely scarlet, and pools of blood gradually accumulated on the Soul Fighting Stage.

tick... tick...

Blood rain dripped gently down Xuanyuan Jingcheng's long black hair, and his delicate face was also stained with blood.Nangong Wenqing played the piano with both hands and slowly opened her blood-red eyes. All the members of the surrounding Wuhundian team were very unfamiliar with the Nangong Wenqing in front of them.

The Nangong Wenqing who was with them was so gentle and elegant, but the Nangong Wenqing in front of them looked like a murderer who came from the abyss to seek life.Behind him was a mountain of corpses, and beneath his feet was an endless sea of ​​blood.

The Wen Sheng Brush in Xuanyuan Jingcheng's hand has completely lost its soul power fluctuations, and is no different from an ordinary brush at this moment.Xuanyuan Jingcheng raised his head with difficulty and looked at Nangong Wenqing and said with a smile: "You win..." Nangong Wenqing's charming eyes flashed with a strange smile and said: "There are some vague fragments in the memory. Brother Xuanyuan's attitude towards It seems like you don’t take things like competition seriously... Now why is this...?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng slowly raised his head and looked at the dim sky. There seemed to be some longing in his eyes: "Yes, I don't take it to heart in the past. I seem to have changed a lot now..." Xuanyuan Jingcheng His eyes suddenly became heavy and he said seriously: "I enjoy spending time with my team members... I saw their gritted teeth and perseverance during training, their joy after winning the game, and their reflection and self-blame after making mistakes... …”

After hearing Xuanyuan Jingcheng's words, the eyes of everyone in Tiandou were covered with mist, and Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan began to choke.

"I used to be just me, but now I am more than just me. There are also their expectations of me..." Xuanyuan Jingcheng's eyes suddenly became firm again when he said this, and there was a faint fighting spirit rising in his body.

The blood rain in the gray sky gradually became more rapid, and everything around him slowly became silent.Everyone in the audience stared at Xuanyuan Jingcheng on the Soul Fighting Stage with tears in their eyes. Even Emperor Luanxing and others held their hands tightly.

The dense barrage on the entire Wanfa Mirror platform also disappeared at this moment, and everyone was staring at this moment closely on the screen in front of the Wanfa Mirror.

On the Soul Fighting Stage, Xuanyuan Jingcheng slowly stretched out his blood-stained hands, and the sacred writing pen in his hand was dim. "I said before that you won, but..."

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Jingcheng's soul power surged to the extreme, and a heavy aura like ancient times bloomed.

"You just defeated Xuanyuan Jingcheng...but Team Tiandou hasn't lost yet!" The awe-inspiring righteousness in Xuanyuan Jingcheng's body continued to burn, and a stroke beyond the limit of life bloomed between heaven and earth.

This stroke of golden light is like a stroke of a saint in the sky, surpassing everything in the long river of time.It is not the power of the move that is enough to make people from all over the world tremble and fear... it is the artistic conception and belief of this attack!

Nangong Wenqing suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, with a pair of extremely evil eyes filled with murderous intent. "Yes, this is the real you, the real Xuanyuan Jingcheng!" The blood energy on Nangong Wenqing's body protects the body. The moment the golden pen light touches the blood energy, it passes through it like a streak.

Nangong Wenqing's body flew out like a kite with its strings broken, and all the strings of Qingyun's piano were broken.Nangong Wenqing stood up unsteadily, her eyes already a little distracted.

After Xuanyuan Jingcheng made this stroke that exceeded the limit of his life, he showed a smile of relief, and his already stiff body slowly fell on the cold soul fighting platform.

The Wen Sheng Pen also fell into the blood pool on the side.

Everyone in the audience stood up solemnly and looked at Xuanyuan Jingcheng who fell on the Soul Fighting Stage with heavy eyes.

The next moment, there was an overwhelming amount of comments on the Wanfajing platform.

"The writing pen in your hand is my unchanging faith in this life..."

"The writing pen in your hand is my unchanging faith in this life..."

"The holy writing pen in your hand is my unchanging faith in this life..."

Countless spectators shouted loudly the name of Xuanyuan Jingcheng in front of the Wanfa Mirror, and countless people stood in awe after hearing the name Xuanyuan Jingcheng.