Both sides suffer?

Countless people were silent, wanting to say something, but their throats became even more congested.

The genius of the Ye family, Ye Tian, ​​Ye Xinghe's younger brother, was born in the first battle, and he and Ye Han both suffered losses, with no outcome?

Ye Han, was he really a waste and mediocre person who was abandoned at the beginning?

In the battlefield, Ye Tian was languid, crawling on the ground, staring at Ye Han.

"You...puff!"

As soon as Ye Tiangang opened his mouth, he had no time to spit out the second word, and a large mouthful of reverse blood had already spewed out.

His chest was pierced, and he felt like he was about to suffocate.

If Ye Han's blow were moved two inches to the right, Ye Tian's heart would be directly shattered.

A powerful prince's will was brewing in Ye Tian's body and suddenly burst out, trying to crush Ye Han.

Until this moment, Ye Tian still had a strong murderous intention.

But just when this princely will broke out halfway, it collapsed in an uproar.

The tearing cramps all over his body, coupled with the chaos in his blood, almost caused Ye Tian to collapse, and he was unable to use any means at all.

He has no strength to fight anymore.

Above the sky, the martial talisman slowly descended after a moment, as if it turned into a piece of waste paper and fell down. Ye Tian still could no longer control the martial talisman.

Twenty meters in front of Ye Tian, ​​blood surged from Ye Han's mouth, and his pupils were extremely sharp: "The people of the Ye family in the Holy Land are nothing more than this!"

Holding his hands on the ground, Ye Han wanted to stand up, but he also felt a sense of weakness in his limbs and was unable to get up for a while.

His body and limbs were all soaked in blood, and the battle swords condensed from the previous martial arts pierced Ye Han's body with eighteen blood holes.

Time seems to have stopped passing!

In the battlefield, the chaos caused by the battle between the two gradually subsided.

After hundreds of breaths, the white-haired Martial Emperor finally arrived not far in front of the two of them.

Under the gaze of countless powerful men, the white-haired Martial Emperor's voice appeared: "Ye Han won this battle and ranked fifty-sixth on the Nine Domains King List."

"What?"

All around the battlefield, including some of the holy figures in the void platform, looked at each other at the same time.

Ye Han wins?

Why did Ye Han win?

"In this battle, at least both sides will suffer losses. Ye Han is more seriously injured, so Ye Tian should be the winner."

An old man walked out of the void platform and spoke coldly.

Some people belonging to the Ye family softened their expressions a bit and nodded slightly towards the old man.

Of course, it was difficult for the Ye family to express their opinions. At this time, this master who belonged to the Zhenwu Dao Palace spoke for Ye Tian, ​​which made them very satisfied.

"That's right, Ye Tian should be the winner. It's just luck that Ye Han didn't die."

Some people outside the battlefield were also talking.

At this time, saying more words may not bring any benefit, but it will definitely not do any harm.

If the people of the Ye family can notice it, their goal will be achieved.

"The law of heaven fights against the princes, and both sides suffer losses!"

The white-haired Martial Emperor spoke indifferently, then scanned the world with his eyes, and finally focused on the old man in the Zhenwu Dao Palace: "You are questioning me?"

The face of the prince of the Zhenwu Dao Palace suddenly changed, and he felt a terrible will crushing him.

If the white-haired Martial Emperor hadn't meant any harm, the Martial Emperor's will alone would have crushed him to death.

Around the battlefield, many warriors nodded secretly.

In the realm of Tianfaxiang, a battle between princes and princes, and with such a final result, how can Ye Tian be considered the winner?

At least, both sides suffer losses, so this battle can be regarded as a draw.

Since Ye Tian took out a god-level martial talisman, it would not be wrong to say that Ye Han won.

"I don't accept it!"

Ye Tian suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

Ye Han glanced at Ye Han with a cold gaze, and then Ye Tian looked at the white-haired Martial Emperor: "Master Judge, Ye Han is on the verge of death in this battle, so I should win."

"oh?"

The white-haired Martial Emperor glanced at him indifferently: "If it weren't for that martial talisman, how could you fight Ye Han?"

"So what? I have not broken the rules of the battlefield. The power under the heaven and human realm can be used no matter what the means." Ye Tian gritted his teeth.

The moment he said the last word, Ye Tian's eyes suddenly shrank and his breathing became stagnant.

His eyes were instantly locked not far ahead.

In that piece of earth, Ye Han supported the earth with his arms and stood up slowly.

"you?"

Ye Tian's throat squirmed, his voice was hoarse, and he uttered a word in a deep voice.

On the ground in front of him, Ye Han persisted for a moment and finally stood up completely.

Scanning his eyes, Ye Hanhan looked directly at Ye Tian: "What now?"

Even the white-haired Martial Emperor looked surprised, somewhat unable to see through Ye Han.

Seriously injured and on the verge of death?

Ye Han was indeed in this state a moment ago.

The god-level martial talisman was so terrifying that even if he stepped into the Heavenly Dharma phase, he would not be able to fight against it and was almost killed.

However, under such tragic injuries, Ye Han was able to stand up?

This is something Ye Tian never thought of even to death.

Click click click!!!

Ye Qianqian's bones were trembling, and his internal organs were about to explode with anger.

Gritting his teeth, Ye Tian moved his body, holding his hands on the ground, trying to stand up.

Qilin Zhanxue and Beidou True Blood were indeed powerful, and the power of the blood was forcibly blessed on Ye Tian, ​​giving him signs of turning over.

boom!

boom!

boom!

There was a dull sound on the ground in front of me.

Ye Han walked over step by step, his eyes extremely cold.

The distance of twenty meters was neither far nor close, but every step Ye Han took made the pressure in Ye Tian's heart increase tenfold.

This is impossible, absolutely impossible!

Ye Tian's mind was filled with such thoughts.

A dozen breaths were so long to Ye Tian.

Just when he forced half of his body to stand up and seemed about to stand up, Ye Han finally appeared in front of him.

"Lie down here!"

Ye Han's cold voice reached Ye Tian's ears.

The next moment, Ye Han raised his arm and slammed it down on Ye Tian's shoulder.

boom……!

The ground shook violently.

Ye Tian got up half of his body and fell to the ground. He was forcefully slapped down by Ye Han with a palm. He lay on the ground like a dead dog and could no longer move.

"Now, am I victorious?"

Ye Han glanced at Ye Tian's figure, and then focused his eyes on the white-haired Martial Emperor with firm eyes.

This palm used up all the power gathered in Ye Han's body.

However, he was still able to stand firmly here and crush Ye Tian under his feet.

"Congratulations, you won!"

The white-haired Martial Emperor had a gentle face and nodded to Ye Han.

Following this, his palm fingers changed, and in an instant all the martial arts marks from Ye Tian's body were captured and thrust into Ye Han's body.
To be continued...