In the magic circle, Zhao Hongsleeve had been completely wrapped in boundless vines, and his whole body was in a huge sphere surrounded by vines, and the Qingshuang Sword in his hand kept slashing, keeping a vacuum distance around him.

From a distance, the huge shield summoned by Zhao Hongsleeve has already reached a quarter of the area, and it has been completely dyed black, and a disgusting rancid smell has gradually filled the audience with the erosion of the protective shield, causing many spectators to vomit again and again.

In the magic circle, Matsuo Bluebird saw the protective shield that was gradually being devoured, and Zhao Hongsleeve who was covered by countless vines, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile, at this moment, the two sword wounds on his body that were pierced by Zhao Hongsleeve had slowly healed and were covered with scales again.

In the cold eyes of the snake, there was a flash of frenzy and teasing, like a vicious viper, watching its prey die and struggle.

With a grip on his wrist, the vines in front of him, which were about to pile up into a small hill, began to shrink violently as if they had spirituality, and pressed down on Zhao Hongsleeve, who was in it.

In the center of the vines, after Zhao Hongsleeve swung two swords in a row, he found that this increasingly narrow space had left him with no room to move, his palm tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and a strong anger appeared on his pretty face: "Bastard!"

Zhao Hongsleeve scolded, and then completely gave up resistance, and the endless vines around him surged up even more unscrupulously.

Zhao Hongsleeves stepped on the slippery and soft vines, ignoring all this, and after taking a deep breath, he continuously played a set of tricks.

In the end, he turned the blade of the sword and actually aimed it at himself.

"Brush!"

The sword slashed, and a drop of blood rolled down from the center of Zhao Hong's eyebrows.

It flowed slowly along the blade of the sword, and finally, it dissolved on the body of the sword.

The droplets of blood disappear.

A violent and violent fluctuation to the extreme immediately emanated in Zhao Hongsleeve's body.

In the next moment, a thousand feet of blue light appeared around Zhao Hong's sleeves, and the many vines around him withered the moment they were reflected by this blue light, and all of them turned into powder and scattered.

Even the vines that didn't shine felt the power of the rage, and they all began to cower back, retreating at the speed of light, and then all burrowed into the ground and disappeared.

Hundreds of zhang away, the Matsuo Blue Bird who was performing the spell saw this scene, and he was also holding his breath, as if he couldn't figure out how Zhao Hongsleeve did all this.

"Evil beast! You really damn it!"

As a low drink flashed in Zhao Hong's cuffs, her whole person had disappeared in place, and almost at the same moment, she appeared in front of Matsuo Blue Bird and stabbed out with a sword.

Different from the previous fights, Zhao Hongsleeve's blow was extremely sharp, and the speed was so fast that even Ji Haotian only saw a trace of afterimage.

"Brush!"

The Qingshuang Sword suddenly struck with a thousand rays of light, and Matsuo Bluebird's pupils contracted instantly, and he had already sensed an extremely dangerous aura, and he was slowly surrounding himself.

"Buzz!"

The grass pheasant sword in Matsuo Bluebird's hand shook, and immediately blocked in front of him, and a breath of black and blue intertwined also burst out along the gap between the scales on Matsuo Bluebird's body, enveloping his whole person, revealing boundless coldness and coldness.

"You want to stop me!

At this moment, Zhao Hongsleeve looked extremely angry compared to before, because the trick at this moment was used by her to win the championship of the martial arts conference, and she was forced out like this at this moment, how could she be willing.

A little farther away, Ji Haotian saw such a scene, and he also pouted slightly.

Although Zhao Hongsleeve's blow was very strong, it was still in vain.

Because since the demonization of the Matsuo Blue Bird, all the attacks that Zhao Hongsleeve has done are wrong.

The blue sky is clear, and in the protective shield in the martial arts arena, a variety of lights and breaths collide strongly, and anyone can see it.

At this time, Zhao Hongsleeve and Matsuo Blue Bird have all used their hole cards without reservation.

The victory or defeat between the two is probably in this instant.

However, for the victory or defeat between the two, there is a faint trace of expectation and confusion in everyone's hearts, after all, the two of them have a fighting method, and there are too many reversals, until the last moment, it seems that no one can say who will be able to win the final victory.

It's just that Zhao Hongsleeve stabbed two swords at Matsuo Blue Bird in a row before, but they failed to knock the other party down, but instead made Matsuo Blue Bird's breath skyrocket, and this last sword, can he kill Matsuo Blue Bird as he wishes?

In the gaze of tens of millions of eyes, Zhao Hong's Qingshuang Sword had already collided with the Grass Pheasant Sword of the Matsuo Blue Bird with a strong light.

The light was strong, and the figures of the two were enveloped in an instant.

"Rumble!"

The roaring sound caused by the collision of the strong aura was as if it appeared out of thin air in the void, and it was deafening.

At this moment, Zhao Hongsleeve and Matsuo Blue Bird, both of them have exhausted their last hole cards.

The winner of this clash is about to be revealed.

Everyone knows that when two warriors fight to this extent, it is no longer a battle of victory or defeat, but a battle of life and death.

On the stands, Kawashima Ukuichi and the others had already stood up straight, and they didn't even dare to blink their eyes.

In the magic circle, Zhao Hong's Qingshuang Sword suddenly collided with the Grass Pheasant Sword with the momentum of breaking the army, but the Matsuo Blue Bird did not take advantage of this to dodge, but instead turned the blade of the sword and erected the Grass Pheasant Sword that originally blocked the body.

"Bell!"

The flames splashed everywhere, and in the midst of the clanging sound, the Blue Frost Sword attacked the Matsuo Blue Bird without hindrance.

"Poof!"

In an instant, a stream of brilliance ran through the body of Matsuo Bluebird.

"Buzz!"

This time, the Matsutail Blue Bird was just like when he was hit by the sword before, his body was not hindered at all, and the grass pheasant sword emitted billowing black mist, with the speed of tearing the air, and suddenly slashed towards Zhao Hong's snow-white neck.

"Alas......"

Seeing this scene, Ji Haotian sighed.

I have to admit that Zhao Hongsleeve's martial arts cultivation is enough to be called a genius in the sky.

It's a pity that the mistake of this trick just now still caused all Zhao Hongsleeve's previous efforts to come to naught.

If you make a mistake, you will lose the whole game.

As the grass pheasant sword roared and swept across, the fierce energy brought up had already made Zhao Hong's hair fly and his clothes dance.

The millions of eyes around him have gradually dimmed.

At this moment, the end has been settled.

No matter who comes to see it, Zhao Hongsleeve is powerless.

In the midst of many regretful eyes, Zhao Hongsleeve looked at the huge sword body that occupied most of the field of vision, pushed away the Qingshuang Sword in his hand, and actually raised his arm to block the giant sword in Matsuo Bluebird's hand.

There was an uproar.

Zhao Hongsleeve actually gave up his weapon.

It seems that there is really nothing to be done.