Chapter 1947: The Winner Is Decided

"So strong!"

The first place has been decided, and everyone's eyes can't help but be on the second place.

Jian Wushuang and Murong Yi, both of them have extremely strong sword talents, and they are extremely powerful!

When fighting, the sword energy is everywhere.

The sharp sword energy can almost cut everything around.

Even the people below are affected. Some people with low cultivation feel a faint pain in their eyes just by watching.

The duel between Lou Qianxue and Xiao Feng before was too profound, but also too calm. They didn't understand it at all.

At this time, the battle between Murong Yi and Jian Wushuang is the ideal master duel in their minds!

Looking at their duel, many people sighed in their hearts.

It's really too strong!

Even Yuan Haomiao of the Holy Tower is asking himself at this time, can he beat two people in this state?

The answer is uncertain.

He is not sure!

Until this moment, he had to admit that he was not only inferior to Lou Qianxue, but also possibly inferior to Jian Wushuang!

Those top-level geniuses with great reputations outside the domain were not as weak as the disciples of the Holy Tower imagined...

"Is it wrong for the Holy Tower to have been closed and self-contained for so many years?"

He couldn't help but feel this kind of sadness and despair in his heart.

Being far behind someone who was considered inferior to him...

And that person was someone he hated, hated, was hostile to, and even looked down on...

This feeling was really uncomfortable...

In the sky, blood was constantly falling in the air with the moves of the two people...

"Although both of them are very strong, they seem to be evenly matched and can't do anything to each other...If this goes on, maybe both of them...will not survive!"

"Yes, the two of them seem to have fought out a real fire, and neither of them is willing to retreat..."

"If this goes on..."

Everyone trembled in their hearts and became a little worried again.

However...

The next moment!

Boom!

Boom!

Two explosions sounded, and the mountains behind the two men collapsed and were destroyed by each other's sword energy!

The next moment!

The two figures were like meteors, smashing towards each other, and at the same time...

Swish!

Swish!

Two cold, sharp swords pierced into each other's bodies!

They also saw that no matter how they fought, they could not do anything to each other. There was no other way to defeat each other except to lose both...

"As long as... I live one more moment than you, it will be considered my victory!" A ball of golden light suddenly burst out from Jian Wushuang's eyes, and two golden short swords shot out from his eyes, stabbing Murong Yi's eyes!

Murong Yi opened his mouth slightly, and a blood-colored sword also stabbed out.

Both of them nurtured their own swords in their bodies.

One in the eyes.

One in the abdomen...

Puff!

Puff!

Scarlet blood was splashing in the air...

"Cough... cough cough..."

"Puff..."

The two young sword masters, Murong Yi's eyes were pierced by two swords, and his body was dragged backwards by the sword energy. As blood rushed out of his eyes, he lay on his back uncontrollably...

Jian Wushuang was stabbed in the chest by the blood sword, and his body staggered to his knees, spitting blood...

Both of them tried their best, but seemed to have no strength to fight again.

But Murong Yi lost his eyes.

Jian Wushuang supported himself with his sword, stood up shakily, and used up his last strength to sweep Murong Yi down!

Although he admired Murong Yi, but - in his opinion, the dignity of Tianxuan Continent was more important!