Chapter 763

Fang Han's eyes were cold and fell on Ye Chen.

His eyes were red, indifferent, full of bloodthirsty brilliance, more crazy than before, as if his soul had been swallowed up by the devil, only the devil was left.

The crowd's eyes were frozen there and didn't dare to speak for a long time. Fang Han's impact on them was so shocking that even Mo Wugui was defeated by him and cut off his left arm. I'm afraid he is also qualified to impact the position of leader.

There are too many variables in this Imperial War. I don't know who will win the first place until the last minute.

"No return!"

Lin Xinghan suddenly drank and let Mo Wugui wake up suddenly. His body twinkled. He returned to his position in some embarrassment. The wound on the broken arm had stopped bleeding, but he was too badly hurt and his breath became extremely unstable.

Even Mo Wugui's soul has suffered some damage.

This day's punishment ghost fire is really terrible. It is not only ferocious, but also can burn the soul. No wonder Fang Han is so arrogant. He holding a blood flag is definitely a nightmare for any genius expert.

"Although you broke a left arm, as long as you have a good rest, it will not affect your subsequent cultivation. In the subsequent duels, you'd better give up and recover the injury first, so as not to leave a hidden injury, otherwise the gain will not be worth the loss."

When Lin Xinghan saw Mo Wugui's injury, he was also secretly surprised in his heart. He immediately opened his mouth and advised him. However, Mo Wugui shook his head. In his eyes, a touch of extremely sharp breath bloomed and said, "I won't give up one game. I must fight."

"Huh?"

Hearing the speech, not only Lin Xinghan, but also the surrounding people were stunned. Mo Wugui was injured. He even had to fight. He wouldn't give up a fight. Was he crazy?

"This defeat is because my skills are inferior to others. If I give up all the subsequent duels because of one failure, what's the difference with cowards? I'm going to lose in the challenge arena on the first day of Tianshen palace. If I don't go to the challenge arena, I'll give up. It's not my style of work, and it's not in line with my morality."

In words, Mo Wugui seemed to have the fierce spirit again, even stronger. The dark spear began to hum and tremble, as if he felt the master's blood, and became bright again, like Nirvana rebirth.

"Wu soul!"

Lin Xinghan's eyes trembled slightly. He was surprised to find that the martial spirit in Lin Xinghan's body had completely condensed into essence. The long gun was misty, but the breath was so real and fierce, as if it could penetrate into everyone's soul.

Mo Wugui's gun soul has been successfully condensed!

The crowd felt incredible. They felt that if they were defeated and lost an arm, they would most likely lose heart and lose heart. From then on, they disappeared in the sight of everyone. Unexpectedly, he not only didn't fall, but became angry and strong, and successfully condensed the gun soul in one fell swoop, which really shocked people's heart.

"The soul of martial arts originates from the deepest part of the soul and reflects the true thoughts of practitioners. It's true." Ye Chen raised his head and looked at Mo Wugui, and said secretly in his heart.

Mo Wugui understands that the martial spirit is a long gun.

The gun is fierce and overbearing. It contains unparalleled pride. It dares to fight alone with heaven, never retreat, let alone defeat.

Mo Wugui didn't choose to give up in the face of the pain of the broken arm. Instead, he chose to continue fighting, which was fully in line with the original intention of the gun. Therefore, he was able to take the last step, successfully condense the soul of the gun and become a real saint.

Ye Chen recorded this scene in his heart.

In the future, if he wants to understand the martial spirit, these are extremely valuable experiences, which can make him avoid many detours. However, at this time, he also suddenly had a doubt. He doesn't know what kind of martial spirit he will understand when he steps into the realm of the holy way in the future.

"The duel continues, Su mu. It's your turn to choose your opponent."

Chang Qingshan's voice sounded with a kind of indifference. He thought Mo Wugui would never recover. Unexpectedly, he finally understood the gun soul, which made him very unhappy. The strength of the outer palace not only did not weaken, but increased a lot.

Su Mu stepped on the challenge arena, glanced around, and finally chose Nie Feng.

"I give up!"

Nie Feng said directly without any hesitation.

In the first three rounds, the strength of the opponents selected by Su Mu was not weak, and she won easily. At a glance, the dreamland was infinite, which also made everyone feel no small pressure.

If the rise of Ye Chen and Fang Han had not overshadowed her, she would now be qualified to impact the top three.

Before long, the fourth round was over. Ye Chen fought against baiziyue, who ranked seventh. He won easily without much effort.

In addition to the previous three victories, ye Chen, all four wars and eleven rounds of duels, he made a good start, and in the remaining seven rounds of duels, in addition to Fang Han and Han Xiaozi, only Fang Han and Su mu can bring him a certain threat.

In other words, ye Chen won seven wins, which is a certainty.

In the next few rounds of fighting, Fang Li, Han Xiaozi, Su mu, ye Chen and Fang Han still didn't lose. They all had a tacit understanding and didn't choose to collide with each other. They were just challenging some weak players.

Mo Wugui understood the martial spirit, but his injury was too serious to give full play to his strength. He fought with Su mu for hundreds of rounds and was defeated in the end.

In that war, the crowd also knew Su Mu's real strength, and the horror of Xingmeng Lingtong was far beyond the expectation of outstanding people.

Therefore, some people believe that Su Mu is qualified to attack the position of leader, and the situation of the whole Imperial War has become more chaotic and unpredictable.

Therefore, the crowd has divided the ranking of the Imperial War into three gradients.

The first gradient, of course, is Fang Han and Han Xiaozi. If there is no accident, the leader will come from them.

The second gradient is Su mu, Fang Han and ye Chen.

These three people are qualified to impact the top three, and even the position of leader, which is highly variable.

As for the third gradient, naturally, it is the remaining seven people. They have no chance to be among the top five of the Imperial War. The ranking has no meaning.

In the rest of the duel, the battle between Fang Han and ye Chen naturally attracted the most attention. They are both dark horses with deep strength. No one is sure who wins or loses.

However, with the progress of the challenge arena battle, the collision between them will not be too far.

"Winner, Fang Han!"

With Chang Qingshan's announcement, the seventh round is over. After this round, only the last four rounds are left.

The eyes of the crowd become more and more excited. The five strongest people have not collided with each other. Every remaining game will be full of popularity.

These four rounds of competition will also determine the final top five ranking. This moment is finally coming.

When Fang Li and Han Xiaozi defeated their opponents, Mo Wugui chose Bi Hua, while Su Mu chose Liu Wenqing. There was not much suspense in the two duels, and they soon ended.

In the fourth duel, duanmuyu chose baiziyue. Their strength was between Bozhong and duanmuyu. Finally, duanmuyu beat baiziyue and won the victory with thunder and fire Dharma.

In the fifth game, the personnel were empty, and Fang Han had the right to choose his opponent.

He stood up slowly and looked at Ye Chen. The eyes of the crowd were slightly frozen. The war between the two dark horses was finally about to begin.

This duel attracted much attention.