"Don't worry, Abel is fine, even if he doesn't lower that Xavierlin, he can't be defeated so quickly…"
Votu had a calm expression on his face.
The smoke and dust above the ring dissipated, and those with sharp eyes found that there was a figure standing in the smoke and dust.
Soon, the figure became clearer and clearer, and in the end everyone saw that Abel was still standing on the ring, and did not fall down with the blow just now.
It's just that Abel's clothes were tattered at the moment, and a deep groove appeared in the bronze mirror on Abel's chest.
Seeing that Abel was not dead, everyone was stunned.
Especially Stella, the whole person was excited, and she cried even more.
"This…how can this be? Isn't this Abel the realm of the 5th-grade great master?"
Seeing Abel standing on the ring intact, Graham was surprised. He felt that it was impossible for him to misunderstand. How could Abel, the great master, be able to survive Votu Zong's hard blow this time. What about standing on the ring?
At this moment, only Abel himself knew that his internal organs were tumbling. Although he had just taken Xavierlin's fatal blow with the help of the heart-protecting bronze mirror and his perverted body, Abel still suffered a lot of internal injuries.
Now Abel is frantically running the Heart Condensation Art, using spiritual power to heal his wounds, and a mouthful of blood from his throat is also suppressed by Abel, and he does not spit it out.
"Do you have this strength? I advise you to bow to me now and admit your mistake, maybe I can spare your life…"
Abel stood there, the green light in his eyes skyrocketed, and he said with a bright light.
Abel at the moment, although his body is tattered, but in the eyes of everyone, he is like a god.
How many people can resist the attack of the next Votu without moving?
"Abel, don't be mad, if I don't kill you today, I swear I won't be human…"
Xavierlin saw that Abel was unscathed by his own hard blow, which shocked him already. He was full of confidence and started to play drums at this moment.
However, when things got to this point, everyone in the martial arts world under the stage watched, Xavierlin couldn't retreat, but Xavierlin was angry, but he didn't dare to attack Abel again.
The more Abel was like this, the more he dared not take the initiative to attack. He felt that Abel was deliberately angering him.
And what Abel wants is this effect, he needs Xavierlin to give him time to heal.
The 2 stood facing each other like this, but no 1 was making a move.
The atmosphere at the scene was suppressed to the extreme. The more it was like this, the less everyone dared to speak out. This was a duel between masters, and no 1 dared to cause trouble for themselves at this time.
Soon, Abel's injury was slowly recovered under the treatment of Ningxin Jue, and the breath on his body gradually calmed down.
"Uncle Luther, why don't they do anything?"
Kelhani seemed a little impatient, and asked Votu in a low voice.
"Abel is injured, he is healing…" Votu said with a serious expression.
At first glance, he saw that Abel was injured, but the internal injury he suffered was invisible to others.
As time passed, Xavierlin also seemed to have discovered something at this moment.
"Damn, fooled, it turns out that your kid is procrastinating…"
Xavierlin suddenly woke up, his eyes flashed with cold light, and the whole person jumped up suddenly, like a Dapeng spreading his wings, and leaped directly in front of Abel.
In mid-air, Xavierlin folded his hands together, and everyone could clearly see that a vast force of heaven and earth was activated, and then merged with the energy of Xavierlin's body, and finally turned into a giant hand, ruthlessly. Shot to Abel.
Abel raised his brows, used his palm as a knife, and strode through the air with all his might…
"break…"
They saw a cyan blade flashed past, and went abruptly towards the giant hand.
To be continued....
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