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Chapter 680: Strengthening My Twin Cities (2)

Author: Blood Sacrifice of the Ring Finger

ads_yuedu_txt(); The disciples of Shuangcheng carried away Qiu Shanhuan's body, Tie Bi lowered his head and closed his eyes, his eyes were a little moist, Qiu Shanhuan had no friends in Shuangcheng, and he was once bullied by Wen Yuanzheng at the beginning and couldn't raise his head, but finally he stood up, and today he has won the respect of all Shuangchengmen people.

At the last moment, he gained a friendship that was precious, although it was so short-lived, and 'proud of you' made him smile and leave.

Qin Bo appeared on the stage, quickly ended the show-style battle, and during a quarter of an hour's rest, he looked down at Tie Bi with his pestle and sword, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and today he would end this ant who had been wandering in his rest period.

After today, maybe the martial arts cultivators under the age of thirty in the entire Shuangcheng will not be able to find the existence of the martial artist, which is also the meaning of the sect leader Qin Guihai, to disintegrate the morale of the Shuangcheng in the competition, he not only wants to take over the Shuangcheng, but also make the people of the Shuangcheng completely lose their fighting spirit, and become obedient walking corpses in the days to come.

Qingyun Castle is a feud with Shuangcheng, this hatred has lasted for hundreds of years, Qin Guihai not only dismantles Shuangcheng on the surface, but also has to ravage and cripple Shuangcheng's belief and persistence for thousands of years, and dissipate in this world forever.

A quarter of an hour passed in a blink of an eye, but Hao Tianxiao and others were living like a year, if Wen Yiming didn't rush back before Tie Bi stepped into the ring, Tie Bi was dead or alive, and the martial artist fought against Da Wusheng, without any suspense, and the number of three breaths was a foregone conclusion.

Tie Bi got up and walked towards the ring, he had put down his heart of waiting, Qiu Shanhuan's 'we never gave up' was also what he wanted to say, today was the last battle of his life, he wanted to fight without regrets.

Opposite Qin Bo Yaoyao, Tie Bi sacrificed a long-handled battle axe, this is his favorite, facing the broadsword pointed by Qin Bo Yao, his honest appearance became hideous, with high green muscles and high convex, looking up to the sky and roaring.

"Strengthen my twin cities!"

He knew that he was going to die, his voice was high-pitched and sad, and he wanted to stand tall and stand tall when he looked at the twin peaks in the clouds.

The people of Shuangchengmen were in a heavy mood, and there was a pain of covering their chests with their hands and not being able to breathe, and the faces of the dragon souls were unbearable, and Hao Tianxiao's wounds burst out, soaked in blood.

What they saw in Tie Bi's eyes was not the will to die, but the call of courage.

The gong sounded, Tie Bi did not move, the figure in his eyes enlarged, and the broadsword pointed directly at his chest and abdomen, he was indifferent, holding the battle axe behind him with one hand.

'Poof——!'

The broadsword came out of his body, Qin Bo's eyes tightened, he didn't expect Tie Bi to resist at all, he was bent on death, the hot blood stained his right hand red through the hilt of the sword, the two looked at each other coldly, he was suddenly shocked to find that Tie Bi's right hand grabbed his left shoulder, twisted his wrist to stir the broadsword, and retreated.

There was a terrifying sound of internal organs tearing in the field, as well as the sound of Qin Bo's left arm being slashed by ten fingers of the iron bolt into the flesh as he retreated.

"Ah——!h

The chest and abdominal organs were crushed, Tie Bi gritted his teeth and roared, spurting blood.

"Strengthen my twin cities!"

His voice was slurred in the spurt of blood, but it was still high-pitched.

Countless people couldn't bear to look at each other, and there was no response in the twin cities, their throats choked, and they held back tears.

Qin Bo's left arm was dripping with blood, this was the first time he had seen blood since he went out to fight, which made him extremely angry, Tie Bi actually let himself bleed with the heart of death, it is undeniable that he, like countless people, admired Tie Bi's tragic death.

Rushing forward, a sword slashed hard, and Tie Bi's left arm was slashed open, and blood splashed.

Tie Bi gritted his teeth and opened his eyes, his right arm was holding the battle axe behind him, his innate divine power physique made his internal organs still not fall, his throat was loud, and he could no longer scream.

Dong Donghai of the judge's seat couldn't help but clench his fists, as soon as the day passed, he vowed to leave, otherwise he would really go on a killing spree, in his heart, even if the twin cities were destroyed, he would compose a glorious and tragic song for it.

'——!'

Qin Bo cut off Tie Bi's right arm with a sword, and stood upside down in the center of the ring to collect his sword in one step, he didn't need to be a killer, Tie Bi would definitely die, he wanted to watch this tough guy who was recognized by everyone fall.

Tie Biyuan, who had lost the support of the battle axe, opened his eyes and slowly arrived, and the shadow under the slanting sun gradually lengthened, as if death was dragging his soul, and the people of the Shuangcheng Gate still saw Tie Bi's lips squirming, his throat stirred, and he suddenly got up and screamed in unison.

"Strengthen my twin cities!"

Countless people closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look at them directly, this is an unyielding man, tragic to the extreme, although he died, he could stay in the hearts of this generation forever with his martial arts cultivation.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind struck, swept across the square, and a series of afterimages crossed the heads of everyone, faintly bringing up a touch of purple mist, swooping down towards the ring, catching Tie Bi a moment before he fell to the ground.

The dragon soul all got up, the torment of waiting finally came to this moment, but there was no excitement in their eyes, it was a strong sadness, Tie Bi had no friendship with Amon and others, but at the last moment of his life, he won their recognition, that was a sincere respect.

They hate not sharing a bowl of spirits with them!

Wen Yiming, who was dressed in black and white-haired, changed into a besieged disciple uniform early, and received a message from Amon on the way, and directly turned into a wind and rushed to the wind, letting Mo Ziyou and them follow, he heard the cry of sorrow in the mountainside, and he didn't hesitate to Zhenyuan to rush madly, but it was still too late.

"Uh-uh" Tie Bi's throat agitated, and his eyes looked at Wen Yiming with scattered eyes, squirming his lips.

Wen Yiming waved his hand and a holy light technique spilled out, gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Brother Tiebi, I'm sorry, I'm late!"

Tie Bi's pain decreased slightly, his pupils gradually became unfocused, he still gritted his teeth, trembled his lips and said: "Qiu Qiu Shanhuo, let me, let me tell you, we have never given up!"

Blood mixed with broken viscera gushed out of Tie Bi's mouth, his pupils dilated, but a simple smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

He died without regrets, let Qin Bo bleed in public, and proved to everyone that there was no invincible, and finally he waited for Wen Yiming's return, and he had already learned about Wen Yiming's deeds from Hao Tianxiao.

Here, no one is an opponent of the instructor!

He saw the violent murder in Wen Yiming's eyes, and countless people would be buried with him, so he could leave with a smile.

In this battle, he has no regrets, his death does not mean defeat, and the reversal is about to be staged.

He firmly believes!

Wen Yiming's face was full of joy, anger and sorrow, and his heart was full of murder, and he hid deep in his body in the presence of a pony.

The dragon soul knows that it is not Wen Yiming who has returned, but the killing god!

"Who are you? Get down!" Yang Hui, the great elder of Pear Blossom Valley, scolded loudly, except for the people who cleaned the ring and judged, non-combatants could not enter the ring, he couldn't see Wen Yiming's cultivation, but he was less than twenty years old, so he naturally had no identity at all.

Wen Yiming put down the iron biscule, and the murderous aura suddenly exploded, and suddenly sacrificed the dragon spear and pointed it directly at Yanghui, raising his chin and shouting angrily: "Old dog, there is a kind of come to kill me!"

He seems to be expressionless, his heart is already full of corpses, Yang Hui martial arts general's fifth-layer cultivation, as long as he dares to come to the stage, his half-step military general's cultivation can be killed with one shot.

The audience suddenly fell silent, and at this moment, no thought was born in everyone's hearts, stunned! Dong Donghai exclaimed in his heart, he had never felt that this kid was so pleasing to the eye.