On the high hall in the air, five old men dressed in different clothes and with different hairstyles all had a look of restraint on their faces. Slowly stroking the long, grizzled beard on his chin, beneath his eyebrows and eyes, there were streaks of subtle light that no one knew.
Those concentrated glances were clearly fixed on the huge silver ball in the field.
It was a matter of time, a moment of victory or defeat. Whose eyes are not fixed on that huge sphere?
Suddenly, a red light flashed inside the silver sphere, flickering on and off, appearing and disappearing. The bizarre sphere made one wonder what was going on inside the Fire Hexuan?
Jin Zhenduo, who originally had arched eyebrows, suddenly had a pale pale blush on his rosy face, and his eyebrows were furrowed even tighter. The golden light on his body was endless, and the silver-white light shield, layer upon layer and strand upon strand, passed through the blade to the silver sphere at a much faster speed.
Even though it was bound by the "sphere" formed by the convergence of such a strong spirit and sword qi, the red light within did not diminish at all, but gradually intensified. A fiery red halo flashed from within, interplaying with the silvery white, as if about to break through the halo.
The glint-clear beads of sweat, in the intense light of the scorching sun, were colorful and refracted. It slipped down from the tip of Jin Zhenduo's upturned hair, lingered in mid-air for a moment, and then, with a "whoosh", dropped onto the silver ball, turning into specks of white mist and vanishing.
In no time, Jin Zhenduo's face was drenched in sweat and he was trembling all over. Feeling a slight loosening of the golden sword in his hand, he involuntarily held the long sword even tighter.
The silver ball, as if it could not hold on any longer, began to sway slowly. The blazing fire inside was even more dazzling, and in an instant, it seemed as if the "cage" was about to be torn apart. Gradually, on the silver sphere, the golden light was faint, and it quietly cracked open a series of crimson cracks!
"Puff --!" As Jin Zhenduo spat out a mouthful of blood, the onlookers couldn't help screaming "ah!" at the same time. The mist of blood sprayed onto the silver sphere instantly turned into black powder and vanished.
It was at this moment that Jin Zhenduo's figure swayed, the long sword in his hand tottering as if he were running out of energy. Suddenly, a golden beam of light condensed from the golden sword and shot down, instantly confining the huge silver sphere.
Even so, there was a great burst of fire inside the sphere. The silver ball could no longer control its wobbling and spun freely in the field. Now it darts left and right, now it flashes forward and backward, moving at an extremely fast pace. Jin Zhenduo was hanging upside down in the air, trembling all over his body, and his delicate face turned pale. But the golden sword in his hand just wouldn't let go, with an indomitable spirit.
Suddenly, the silver-red, shiny sphere went out of control, and a figure was seen inside the sphere, with a firework in his hand, directly confronting Jin Zhenduo. But the ball, with lightning speed, charged furiously towards the crowd outside. Wherever the ball flew, it was like a thunderclap, a flash of fireworks, burning like charcoal.
"Ah --" A cacophony of cries, all the highly concentrated people were startled by this sudden change. They all stepped back to avoid it.
The silver-red, translucent sphere, completely ignoring the wicker and wooden fence outside, turned into black charcoal in an instant wherever it went. Unbreakable and invincible.
While the crowd was still in a state of shock and uncertainty, the silver-red, translucent ball actually fell off the cliff! Everyone was stunned and pale. When the experts reached out to rescue them, it was too late.
Two mouthfuls of blood met in the air, and the silver-red, bright sphere was gone. The two boys' faces were pale, and they knew to each other what it meant... The scorching sun above was obscured by the dark shadows of the cliffs, and even the fierce wind that swept past carried a bone-chilling coldness.
"Jin Zhenduo! Save me!" Huo Hexuan's long sword had already slipped away from his hand, his face full of terror, already pale with fright.
"Hexuan! Grab me! Grab me!" Jin Zhenduo didn't even know whether he was going to live or die next, but he desperately reached down and shouted furiously at Huo Hexuan: "Grab me!"
"Jin Zhenduo! Save me!" Two weak teenagers, terrified by the sudden threat of death. Even though there was no chance of survival, they struggled desperately, reached out desperately, tried desperately to grasp each other... That might be the last shred of hope between life and death, or the last shred of comfort to dispel fear between life and death.
The fierce wind cuts the face, and it falls like a torrent. Falling from the three heavens so high on the Xuantian Cliff, the cold air howls all over the body, the sound in the ears, the wind cuts the flesh like fire and ice. Jin Zhenduo fell like an arrow and could no longer open his eyes, but still took his last breath of spiritual energy and flew down.
With just a light touch, the fingers of the two met, and without hesitation, they grabbed each other tightly. Shouting excitedly, "I've caught you!" I've caught you!" Even though the excitement in the heart could not be concealed, even though the joyous shout could draw the hearts closer, it was soon swallowed away by the bitter cold wind beside the ears.
Yes, even if you catch the other person, so what? No one, even a genius, can fly up to the three-sky-high Xuantian Cliff without the help of an external force. The two young men knew to each other that it was just to find someone to lean on before death, not to be devoured by death alone.
What can be done by seizing each other?
They held each other's hands tighter and their hearts closer.
The farthest distance in the world is life and death. The closest distance in the world is between life and death, and there is a true person by your side. This person could be a lover, a friend, a family member, a comrade-in-arms... Or it could be like this now, an adversary, a stranger, someone you hated just a moment ago, now holding each other's hands tightly...
It turns out that on the verge of death, grasping the other person can actually be done like this...
"Chirp --"
"Chirp chirp --"
With a few rapid, sky-piercing cries, the multicolored Five Spirits Owl, with its wings flapping in the wind, had already swooped down from the high Xuantian Cliff. One, two, three... It spreads its wings over the sky, whistles through the heavens, and waves of air surge out. The golden, vertical pupils of the Five Spirits Owl quickly spotted the two little creatures that had been swallowed up in the shadows and were rapidly falling.
"Whoosh --" all the Five Great Owls followed.
"Look! Over there!"
"Shout" a few such as shadow fly xuan, the feather colour multicolored royal day five spirit owl, has screw under the body of the two boys. Jin Zhenduo had already closed his eyes and could not see all this, but the sudden deceleration of the wind seemed to make him feel something.
Huo Hexuan saw clearly: a brilliant golden light rose slowly beneath him, like a huge golden palm that appeared out of nowhere, dragging the two young men in an instant.
"Jin Zhenduo! We're saved!"
"I can't believe it!" Jin Zhenduo suddenly felt as if he had stood firmly, and a firm embrace had wrapped him tightly. Jin Zhenduo, without hesitation, hugged the other person tightly. The two throbbing hearts were still pounding and trembling, but how could the excitement of being pulled back from the brink of death be concealed?
"Hexuan, we are saved!"
Jin Zhenduo slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was no longer the overbearing gaze of the pair in the middle of the arena. The gaze that came towards him was not only sincere but also passionate. The hostility between them has long vanished. After the fleeting life and death barrier, what else can be left in the heart except sincerity?
It's still sincerity!
There was a solemn atmosphere both inside and outside the arena, and all eyes were quietly awaiting the final outcome of this martial arts test. From time to time, eyes swept over a pair of young men in the arena, one in golden armor, Jin Zhenduo, and the other in fire armor, Huo Hexuan.
The two boys gave each other deep glances and smiled knowingly. Then, looking indifferently at the five tribal elders on the high hall in the air, the two boys naturally took the announcement of the final result seriously. But this time it was not the pride of victory and the desolation of defeat that people had seen before.
What was seen were two quiet smiling faces.
In the highly anticipated hall, an elder with a flowered beard and a blue robe suddenly stood up, his expression solemn. They thought carefully for a while, "Isn't this the highly respected elder of the Water Clan, Shui SAN Guan? He has always been the last to vote. How could he be so unusual today?" "Alas? Let's see!"
But as the elder of the Three gates rose, two virtual points appeared, and two water curtains were prominently displayed in the center of the arena, above the heads of the two young men. Two lines of big characters appeared on the top of the two water curtains, the big characters above Jin Zhenduo's head: Jin Zhenduo wins! The big characters on the head of Huohexuan: Huohexuan wins! Five squares below the subtitle, arranged in sequence.
The elder of the three gates wrote the word "victory" in the air on his own square. Then all the captions began to roll and instantly translated into the spirit script of the five tribes.
There was an uproar in the audience. Since it was a draw, it was both unexpected and understandable. Two "win" characters were written, indicating that each cast one vote and it was passed. Such a precedent seems to have never been seen before in the martial arts arena of the Five Spirits tribe. How could there not be an uproar when the crowd is noisy and the sound is like boiling water and boiling pot?
Even more surprisingly, the other four tribal elders stood up one by one, floated in the air, and each cast a satisfied vote for his favorite warrior. In the end, all ten votes passed!
The result was a huge outcry!
It's well-deserved and beyond reproach.