I make a contract with myself

Huicheng.

The bright moon is high and the battle continues.

There was only one bald warrior left on the opposite side, and he refused to admit defeat.

Xiaobai and Xiaohei had no strength, so they separated to the left and the right, sticking close to the barrier to avoid being knocked out by him with one punch.

When competing with warriors in terms of recovery ability, even the original immortals do not have an advantage.

However, the two girls really have no strength, and it is difficult to even escape.

"Aotian, it's your turn, come on!"

Seeing that the bald warrior was exhausted, Sun Yan decisively threw Aotian out and ended the battle with a last strike.

Aotian: "Ouch~~"

That man can still breathe, but he can't withstand his punch and can't make up for it!

In front of everyone, Sun Yan couldn't take action personally, so he could only push Aotian out. Who knew that this piece of mud couldn't hold up the wall, and he didn't even dare to fight a warrior with residual blood...

He pinched his eyebrows irritably: "Hurry up! If you wait a little longer, he should be resurrected with full health."

Aotian's eyes were filled with resentment, and he did not dare to get close to the bald warrior. He hid far away and kept spitting dragon breath at that moment.

Not to mention, although it looks shameless, it is useful.

Bald warrior: "..."

Are you still talking about martial ethics?

If he had known that Aotian would end the fight at the end of the fight, he would definitely eliminate it as soon as possible while he still had the strength.

I regret it so much...

But do you really think you can win by harassing me?

The bald warrior curled his lips in disdain.

Little did he know that with the evil ghost mask around, his little thoughts couldn't be hidden at all, and he was seen through in minutes.

Tolerance, competitiveness, fighting spirit, etc. are between good and evil, but to a certain extent, they can also be regarded as malicious.

How dare he, a mere warrior, play tricks with evil ghost masks?

If he was a Taoist and martial artist, Sun Yan would still be able to take a high look at him, but it was a pity that he was the purest warrior.

It's so pure that you don't need weapons, just rely on a pair of fists to conquer the world!

The time dragged on until midnight, and Aotian's legs were weak, but he still couldn't really break through the defense.

"too weak……"

Sun Yan's disgusted look couldn't be hidden at all.

Aotian was so stimulated that he rushed over with a roar, trying to fight the bald warrior.

The Ancient Holy Dragon is the strongest, go, go, go!

Sun Yan's eyes were strange, and he finally warned: "Get ready. After Aotian is beaten away, you will come together."

"One move determines victory or defeat!"

After that, he observed two seconds of silence for Aotian, no more, no less.

When the bald warrior saw Aotian risking everything just to give him a claw, he subconsciously raised his hand and punched him without thinking.

That fist seemed much smaller than a dragon's claw, but it was extremely powerful.

The next moment, Aotian flew away, very peacefully.

Xiao Hei used space to move. As soon as he got behind him, one person and one spirit looked at each other.

The black-flowered version of the Coiling Dragon Spear was immediately thrust out, looking like a mad dragon breaking through, poking directly into the opponent's eyes.

It's a pity that it's just a show, Xiao Hei is just playing around.

The real killing move is the Space Blade.

The bald warrior had anticipated this and smiled disdainfully.

The Space Blade was very strong and he couldn't block it, but why should he block it?

"Drink~~"

The bald warrior charged up his fist and struck with a huge fist mark. Xiao Hei was so frightened that he ran away without any hesitation.

However, behind her was the unsuspecting Xiao Bai.

With this punch, the bald warrior obviously used his brains. He knew he couldn't hit Xiao Hei, so he just hit Xiao Bai.

A real man never looks back, so after he punched him, he decisively turned around and chased Xiao Hei.

Amid the exclamations of the audience, the fist mark hit Xiaobai, turning her into petals all over the sky.

Dead, dead?

The referee was stunned.

He could see clearly that the breath of life was cut off and the little flower fairy was completely dead.

It was clear that there was still time and space to change, and places could be exchanged, but he didn't even resist and went to die calmly.

No, you die with a smile on your face!

Turning around and looking again, good guy, Sun Yan was actually smiling too.

The bald warrior concentrated on fighting the enemy and was not distracted.

With continuous punches, the little black beard had to keep flashing in order to save his life.

Unfortunately, space movement is a skill.

The skills consume aura, spirit and physical strength, and she won't be able to last long.

The bald warrior knew this very well, and therefore, his fists were like a violent storm, never stopping at all.

Xiao Hei tried her best to hold on, but she was unable to do so. The oncoming punch made her unable to muster the strength to dodge.

"The end... eh?"

The fist barely stopped, only a finger away from Xiao Hei's body.

The bald warrior touched his neck. It was sticky and blood was flowing out.

There was also a white-flowered version of the Coiling Dragon Spear inserted into his neck, but it was nothing more than that and did not cause fatal damage to him.

The referee blinked, completely confused.

Sun Yan kindly explained: "The one just now was the clone."

"Referee, I won, right?"

The referee came back to his senses, looked at the organizers first, saw them nodding, and then announced Sun Yan's victory.

"you win."

The voice was extremely cold, even with a hint of resentment.

Sun Yan's victory will take away all the rewards, and Gulong City will also get many benefits, while the other eight cities can only drink some soup.

This time in the Nine Cities United Tournament, we suffered a big loss...

……

Although it hurts, I can't go back on what I promised.

Sun Yan took the pistil of the soul flower, the sword Huoli, the level-breaking pill, and ten thousand high-grade spiritual stones, with a dazzling smile on his face.

Many big guys had their fists hardened, but he was still squealing.

"Don't walk alone at night, it's not safe." The Lord of Huicheng said expressionlessly.

"..."

The corners of Sun Yan's mouth twitched and he restrained his wild smile.

Can't you afford it?

At this moment, one of the city lords said: "Sun Wukong, you are a gun wielder, why don't you give this Huoli Sword to... uh, sell it to me, the price can be easily negotiated."

Sun Yan shook his head: "My wife is a sword cultivator, and this sword is a gift from me."

The city lord refused to give up: "Eight thousand high-grade spiritual stones."

"Not for sale!"

Sun Yan simply refused, not giving him any chance to bid again.

Now that things have come to this, the other party has no choice but to give up.

After that, Sun Yan declined the olive branch offered by the city lords and spent half a month in seclusion before setting off again.

The goal remains unchanged, it is still the Yutian Realm.

However, the originally planned route had to be slightly changed.

After the ancient dragon city master heard the news, he immediately drove the dragon spirit and ran over.

"Can't you really stay a few more days?"

Sun Yan's head was full of black lines: "Stop your disgusting eyes, Aotian is just an ordinary ancient holy dragon, and it is impossible for you to study it anymore."

Hearing this, the lord of Gulong City wanted to strangle him to death.

"The Ancient Holy Dragon is still ordinary!?"

Sun Yan didn't answer.

Compared with the original fairy spirit, it is indeed ordinary.

Watching Sun Yan board the ferry, the Lord of Gulong City was very reluctant to leave.

He couldn't understand how a promising elf envoy could have a sword cultivator.

That's all. It's so hard to think of going to the Divine Sword City instead of going to the ancient dragon city where you can dominate...