After hearing Fuling's question, Yu Mo laughed silently. The Demon God of the World understood her mood very much, patted her on the shoulder and said, "You will get used to it slowly."

Poria is doubtful, and a question arises in her mind.

Is this the real situation in the world?

Are humans so weak?

But when she looked at Yu Mo, she was shocked again. Yu Mo was not weak at all, and she was also prosperous in the demon world. Humans could not be too weak.

"This must be an individual phenomenon!"

She comforted herself silently.

In a moment, there was only one ring and no winner.

Two figures were moving and dodging on the ring, the sword light and the sword light flashed, and the sound of clanging collisions continued.

One of them is Tang Jing.

His face turned dark, panting, and quite embarrassed, but he was still fighting back with all his might and did not want to give in.

He promised Yu Mo.

Must win!

He played along the way and indeed won many games. Seeing that this was the semi-final and was only one step away from the final victory, how could he stop there?

But for some reason, the more he fought, the more he felt something was wrong.

The skill was not running smoothly, and a strong pain was gradually soaking his limbs and bones, and his internal organs.

He didn't know what was going on.

The opponent's figure in his eyes became blurred.

The long sword came out.

Lingyin Sword Technique!

However, his sword stabbed in the air.

He can no longer capture his opponent's tricks.

The shot fell to nothing, and he thought to himself that something was wrong and quickly dodged.

puff!

But he was one step late after all.

A flash of sword light and blood splattered. A long scar appeared on his chest. Blood was pouring. He staggered back and quickly covered his chest, shaking.

Bang!

He knelt on one knee and leaned on his body with a sword, but he did not fall completely.

A series of exclamations came from the audience.

A group of people on the rostrum looked at each other and smiled. They were the organizers of this martial arts conference.

"This Tang Jing is really tenacious. It is completely beyond our expectations when he has come to this point. However, he cannot advance to the finals and has not disrupted our plans."

Fang Liuyun, president of the Warriors Association, said with gratitude.

In fact, after seeing Tang Jing's power during this period, he was still scared. He did not expect that this fat man had such powerful combat power.

If this breaks his and Taro Aso's plan, the martial arts conference will fail and will be meaningless.

Fang Liuyun looked at Taro Aso thoughtfully and asked curiously: "Mr. Aso, yesterday you swear to say that Tang Jing will definitely be defeated. When did you have the ability to predict the future?"

Taro Aso smiled mysteriously: "President Fang doesn't know me deeply enough, so he doesn't know my methods."

Fang Liuyun had already suspected that Taro Aso used some unknown means. Moreover, judging from Tang Jing's performance today, there have been many changes from the past, and all this must be inseparable from Taro Aso.

But Fang Liuyun couldn't guess it thoroughly.

"Then I have to listen carefully and ask Aso Jun's tips."

Aso Taro said incredibly: "It cannot be said, it cannot be said."

Once he didn't say it, it would become more and more mysterious in Fang Liuyun's mind, but Fang Liuyun dared not underestimate it.

Fang Liuyun immediately felt that he did not know much about this partner, which was a big hidden danger.

But when Fang Liuyun thought that this was his territory, and even a dragon had to be scattered for me, and even a tiger had to lie down, he felt relieved, and the little worries and doubts disappeared.

"Stand up!" A shout suddenly broke out among the audience, which was the audience cheering for Tang Jing.

When Tang Jing heard the sound, he was anxious. Of course he wanted to stand up, but found that his body was not obeying the command and was losing control of his body bit by bit, and everything in front of him was even more blurred.

"What's wrong with me?"

Tang Jing was panicked and had never happened before. He knew that there was a big problem in his body, but he really couldn't figure out why this change would happen.

The opponent approached Tang Jing step by step, looked at him condescendingly, and said arrogantly in a stiff Chinese language: "Don't think of standing up again."

As soon as the words fell, the sword fell.

Tang Jing waved his long sword with difficulty.

Click!

The sword flew out of his hand and landed on the ground.

The big sword fell, leaving a bloody scar on Tang Jing's shoulder.

Tang Jing lost his sword and finally couldn't hold on. He thumped and fell on the ring.

The opponent said contemptuously: "You are defeated, useless waste!"

Bang!

He kicked Tang Jing in the abdomen, and Tang Jing was like a shrimp, curled up together and fell from the ring high.

A series of screams rang out from the audience, and angered accusations: "How can you do this? You have won, and you still have to attack and scold people."

Sudden!

A figure flew out of the audience, with a very fast speed. Only a afterimage was seen, passing by the crowd's heads. The next second, it appeared beside the ring. With a light touch, Tang Jing was caught and stood firm.

"Ah, what a beautiful move, so handsome."

Everyone was stunned and immediately focused their attention on the person coming.

“So beautiful!”

An idea popped up in everyone's mind, as if a gorgeous flower was blooming in front of everyone, making people shine.

Gu Ziqing's face was as deep as water. Looking at the bloody Tang Jing, she burst into anger. She patted Tang Jing on the shoulder and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, we are there."

Hearing the familiar voice, Tang Jing felt relieved, but his teeth trembled, and he said, "Master, I'm useless, I'm defeated."

Gu Ziqing glanced at Tang Jing deeply and said, "No, you were poisoned by someone who plotted to be poisoned."

Gu Ziqing could see the problem at a glance. Tang Jing’s fundamental problem was not the injury on his body, but some serious problem in his body.

"Crack into poisoning?" Tang Jing was stunned.

"Don't talk for now. Your physical condition is very bad. I will solve the following things." Gu Ziqing said confidently.

"I'm in so much pain." Tang Jing suddenly growled in pain.

Gu Ziqing looked up at the opponent on the ring, his eyes were cold, and he said loudly: "What did you do to him?"

The opponent looked at Gu Ziqing jokingly and said high above: "I don't understand what you said."

Gu Ziqing snorted coldly: "At this point, I still dare to pretend to be confused with me. I really don't cry until I see the coffin!"

Gu Ziqing looked back and saw a few more people walking out of the audience. They were several demons. Gu Ziqing handed Tang Jing to them and reminded him: "Greet him well."

Then, lightly clicking the toes, it was like a dancing butterfly, floating onto the ring.

The opponent curled his lips disdainfully: "What are you going to do?"

"Take the antidote." Gu Ziqing said aggressively.
Chapter completed!