Chapter 385 Will Win [Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

Outside the Frost North City, there was a cloud of gloom.

Taoist Feng shook his head and sighed, "These kids have done their best. It's beyond imagination that they can push Feng Nanjue to this extent. At this age, they are in the seventh realm and have the immortal Qilin fruit in their bodies. Even we would not have been able to win."

Wang Rulin disagreed, "You couldn't win back then, but it would be different if I were involved."

"Amitabha, it's useless to say all this now." Master Yun was also a little sad. "Feng Nanjue only needs to spend some time to adjust his breathing to escape this time. Liang Yue and the others are no longer able to fight. It's better to admit defeat early and save the safety of the others."

"That's what you ordinary people think." Wang Rulin still insisted, "My disciple is there, he will definitely find a way to win."

"In this situation, how can we win?" asked Taoist Feng.

"I don't know, but I know..." Wang Rulin insisted calmly, "My apprentice will win."

……

The Jade Mirror Priest standing not far away also shook his head gently, "We let him escape after this siege. In the end, our efforts were in vain."

"No." Liang Xiaoyun's eyes were bright, "There is still a chance."

"Oh?" Priest Jade Mirror looked at her with a little surprise.

She raised her eyes and smiled, saying, "I'm just guessing. Although the situation seems unfavorable now, I still have a chance to win because... my eldest brother is there."

Upon hearing this, the Jade Mirror Priest chuckled, treating it as just the behavior of a child.

But Liang Xiaoyun continued calmly: "My eldest brother has always said to us that there is nothing he can't do when he wants to do something. This time he said he wants to win, so I believe he will win."

……

In the open space outside the city, the large number of people who gathered around also wailed.

Some of them may not have understood the situation yet. They thought that everyone was injured, and the geniuses from Kyushu still occupied three flagpoles, so the situation should at least be balanced.

But there are always a few people who have cultivated themselves and can see the reality clearly, and they explain it to the people around them.

"It's over!"

"It takes five people surrounding one person to have this situation. Will there be five more people next? Feng Nanjue has Qilin Fruit, which can heal injuries quickly. Can he still win?"

"It's very difficult."

The feeling of despair quickly spread, and some people began to cry out.

Frost North City may not be that important to many people, they can live their lives as usual back in the inland of Kyushu. But they all know that Frost North City is the very head of Kyushu's entry into the martingale land.

Once Shuangbei City is lost, the Yin Kingdom’s base in Yangtu will no longer be able to stand, and the front line will be pushed back to Tianxia Pass.

It would be like the days of confrontation across the Tianxia Gorge. Once Jiuyang recovered, it would not be difficult for him to go south. The border would face endless harassment and looting.

The brief twenty years of stability and prosperity are about to disappear.

If Yinguo does not want to accept such a defeat, then war will surely break out again in the near future. In any case, the peaceful days are over.

It can be imagined that Jiuyang must be celebrating his victory. The days of being suppressed by Yin State and having difficulty breathing are finally over.

But in this gloomy atmosphere, there was a loud and out-of-place voice shouting.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

He was a soldier standing in formation outside the battlefield. Like the surrounding civilians, the soldiers in the formation were also paying attention to the development of the battle to capture the city. Seeing that this battle was about to be lost, the atmosphere was also depressing.

A young general with a body as strong as an iron tower waved his hands heavily, his clear eyes full of determination, indicating that Yin Kingdom could not fail.

"Ayue is my brother, I trust him."

“We will win!”…

"Are you ok?"

Liang Yue did not show any expression that cared about winning or losing at this time. He just held Senior Sister Wen in his arms and cut off her meridians to stop the bleeding. Then he helped her sit down and let her regulate her breathing and heal her wounds.

At this time, Lin Fenghe went to carry back Monk Yuansheng and Qi Yingwu. Both of them were seriously injured, and he was busy helping them to circulate their internal energy and prolong their lives.

At this point, we were almost out of ammunition and food.

Wen Yifan activated her true Qi to heal her wounds. There was a strong Qilin blood flame corroding the wound. Fortunately, her true Qi was pure enough to clear it bit by bit and repair the wound on her body. She then slowly opened her eyes.

"I can only try once." The first thing she said after opening her eyes.

"I think so too." Liang Yue nodded.

Under the current circumstances, it is impossible to organize another encirclement.

Feng Nan would never give them another chance like this, and they no longer had the Qi Ying Wu formation. The final showdown could only be held on the ring.

Even though they don't look like they are capable of fighting now.

It goes without saying that Wen Yifan was seriously injured and his vitality was greatly damaged. Liang Yue was also seriously injured after being hit by the Gangqi thunder, but he just held on to help Senior Sister Wen heal her injuries first.

At this point, many spectators felt that it was good enough for them to be alive, as they were still thinking about winning.

To many people, this is an incredible thing.

But for the top geniuses, this is their most basic code of conduct. Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance of success, they will not give up easily and are determined to give it a try.

Even if you lose, you should do this so that you have no regrets.

"I'm going to challenge him." Wen Yifan said directly.

"No." Liang Yue shook his head decisively, rejecting her proposal, and said, "I'll do it."

"Your internal injuries are more serious than mine, which has an impact on your cultivation. Besides, my own cultivation level is also higher than yours." Wen Yifan said.

"Listen to me this time." Liang Yue held her shoulders, stood up by himself, and insisted: "Let me do it."

Wen Yifan and Liang Yue looked at each other, their eyes were firm, they both knew what responsibilities they had to take to challenge.

But she suddenly felt that Liang Yue seemed a little different from usual.

He usually has a smiling face, and is calm and composed even when facing life and death.

But at this moment, he actually looked a little gloomy, as if... a little angry.

So she said nothing again.

After a brief silence, another voice came from the side, "Why don't I go?"

Lin Fenghe shook his long hair and raised the corner of his mouth: "You are all seriously injured, and I am the only one in the best condition. It seems that it is time for me to make a name for myself..."

"The situation is not so critical that you are not needed." Liang Yue interrupted him, "Brother Lin, just take care of the wounded."

Having said this he was about to turn and leave.

"Hey." Wen Yifan was a little worried. He called him, paused, and said, "No matter whether you win or lose, you must come back safely."

"Don't worry." Liang Yue looked back at her with a faint smile, "I will win."

(End of this chapter)