Cheng Li did not draw the knife.

It's completely clear what happened right and wrong. It was Cheng Li who failed Banchabana, not Banchabana who failed Cheng Li. So, how could Cheng Li pull out the knife?

I'd rather bear the people of the world than the people of the world bear me. This is what only the heroes and traitors can say and do. And Cheng Li is neither a hero, nor a traitor. His heart has always yearned for light and hope, and he can still distinguish what is right and what is wrong.

Banchabana was even angrier. Because in his opinion, Cheng Li's hesitation and hesitation are like a more serious insult to himself. He shouted loudly: "Cheng Li, why don't you draw your sword? Are you a coward, you only dare to do it but dare not admit it?"

Cheng Li was silent, clenching the hilt of the knife hard, but he couldn't pull the knife out anyway, let alone slash at Banchaba. In the end, the only thing he did was shake his head.

"Coward, what a coward! Banchabana is so blind that he wants to be friends with you. Phew, a coward like you is actually not qualified to be a friend of Banchabana, let alone the husband of a snow fairy!"

Banchabana laughed wildly, but the laughter was worse than crying: "Snow fairy, do you see? This is the man you have carefully selected and is ready to entrust for life." Haha, I insulted other people's wives, but I didn't even dare to draw a knife against each other and break off my enmity. Such a person is worse than a dog! It's just a puddle of mud on the ground!"

Xue Yanxia's delicate body trembled, and her face turned iron-blue. Suddenly, with all her strength, she shouted: "Draw the sword! Cheng Li, if you are still a man, then draw the sword! I would rather see you as a greedy and ungrateful despicable person than to see you become a coward in the eyes of others!"

Cheng Li was silent, still shaking his head. The knife was always in its sheath, not even an inch out.

The light in Xue Yanxia's eyes quickly dimmed, and even almost went out. She smiled sadly: "Okay, good, good! I picked Xue Yanxia as a lifelong dependent, it turned out to be such a coward who did not take responsibility." Seriously...... That's great. ”

It's as if I really think it's a ridiculous thing. The more Xue Yanxia laughed, the more crazy she became, and she even laughed so much that tears flowed out. So, she took out a silk handkerchief from her bosom and wiped her eyes.

Then, Xue Yanxia's beautiful eyes suddenly secreted red blood. But she didn't care, but instead shouted loudly: "Cheng Li, even if my eyes are blind, in this life and this life, I will never see you again!"

In the midst of the cry, the corners of Xue Yanxia's mouth also dripped. So, she wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.

"I already knew that. I knew when you were with that Persian slave girl. Men are always attentive, so I put up with it. But I can't imagine that a Persian slave girl is not enough for you to enjoy, and you are engaged in that ****!

Xue Yanxia began to cough, and once it started, it could not be stopped. She laughed miserably and coughed: "Okay, since you maintain that ** like this, then I will fulfill you." Haha, I wish you all eternal happiness and happiness and live to the end of the earth......"

The last "old" word has not yet had time to be spoken. But Xue Yanxia's throat seemed to be suddenly tightly choked by a pair of invisible hands. The incomprehensible beauty of the face began to distort, and blood flowed down with it. But it was not a bright red color, but a miserable blue.

Then she fell, with a terrible iron blue, and never moved again.

Cheng Li watched her fall, but there was still no expression on his face at all. The hand holding the hilt of the knife was as firm as a rock, still unmoving.

"Sister Xue, I'm sorry for you. Banchabana, I'm sorry for you. Cheng Li. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry~~"

Beauvoir also stood up with a smirk, still holding a half-glittering broken sword in her hand.

This was the weapon that one of the two gnomes had been holding. Although it has been broken, only half of it remains. But it's still a sharp weapon, enough to kill.

Beauva is a weak woman, no matter what others do to her, she will only go against the grain, and she will not even have the idea of resisting. So the only person she can hurt is herself.

Without hesitation, Beauvoir lifted the broken sword and wiped it on her throat. The sharp blade of the broken hair immediately cut her throat. The Crimson Blood Arrow spurted into the air like a spring, and then fell heavily. In the end, it was like rain, sprinkled on Beauva's own body.

"Dead, they're all dead. It's all because of you that they died. ”

Banchabana gritted his teeth and asked, "Cheng Li! Why are you still alive? What face do you have to continue to live? Look at me, tell me, why?"

Cheng Li hesitated and struggled, but finally raised his head and looked at Banchabana.

Then he saw two bits of ghost fire in Banchaba's eyes.

These two faintly beating ghost fires seemed to have a strange attraction, not only firmly attracting his attention, but even sucking her whole person. It's like an iron nail meets a magnet.

Cheng Li was stunned. The power in his body seemed to have been burned out by these two ghost fires. He was supposed to struggle, to get rid of. But it seems that even if he has exhausted all his strength, he still can't get rid of it, and can only let his soul continue to sink into the abyss from which he will never recover.

Suddenly, Banchabana said slowly, "Since you don't want to draw your sword, then put it away." ”

There seemed to be some strange and irresistible power in his voice. Cheng Li's hand holding the knife was no longer stable, and his whole person seemed to be trembling.

Banchabana said slowly, "I understand. You're also in pain. So, why struggle any more, why suffer any more, as soon as you let go, all the pain is completely over. Let it go, let it go......"

Of course, there will be no more pain for the dead. As soon as you let go, you will be liberated immediately. It's just too simple, too easy. Therefore, Cheng Li's hand holding the knife has gradually relaxed.

The battle has not really begun, but it is over. Banchabana no longer had to strike.

The five-flower arrow god in Tibet has five arrows that are extremely sharp and powerful. One is as strong as gold, one is gentle as spring, one is as charming as a flower, one is as warm as fire, and one is as sharp as a cone. When an arrow is shot, it can hit people's hearts.

But even Banchabana himself couldn't think of it. How long has it been since these five magic arrows were actually shot?

It's not that it can't, it's that it doesn't have to Over the years, Banchabana has never fought to the death. Because he has learned the easier way, he can knock the opponent down without much effort.

This time was no exception, and Banchabana knew he had won. And Cheng Li is also dead.