After dark, the Hornlin Arena is close to minus 10 degrees.

The blood that had been sprinkled all over the battlefield had congealed into crystal ice flowers.

Phantom Night knows that when the bell rings in the early morning, that is, when the first moon comes, he will lose all his demonic power, and even die. Time is running out now...... He would die anyway, and he wanted to die more meaningfully......

Sixteen years of experience are still fresh in my mind, and the faces of those who have passed away come back to mind. Only by winning this game can he save his mother and stop the ghost king from continuing to kill. His hands were stained with blood, and he was not qualified to judge the merits and demerits of the ghost king, so in his eyes, there was only the determination to win and not the hatred of killing the ghost king.

However, the ghost king's heart had already built a cold wall after two encounters. The Ghost King used the phoenix wings to cut the gold hammer, in fact, to prevent him from approaching!

It's this reserved fighting mentality that makes his situation even more dangerous.

It may be that time is like an hourglass countdown, and the urgency of coming to an end is coming, and the tactics that were originally based on avoiding the ghost king's frontal attack have suddenly changed!

So when the ghost king stabbed at him with phoenix wings and gold hammers, he looked at each other coldly, stood still, did not dodge or dodge, and blocked each other with his horizontal sword. There was a loud bang, and the tip of the phoenix-winged spear struck the body of the obsidian sword.

Phantom Night gritted her teeth and took a step back, the total number of shots blocked.

It's a straightforward hit!

The audience didn't dare to penetrate it, and they all wanted to know whether it was the obsidian sword that was strong, or the phoenix wings and gold were sharp!

The Ghost King smiled contemptuously and kept pushing forward. Phantom Night's hand holding the sword was shaking, and the corners of his mouth were oozing blood. The continuous fierce battle has caused the internal injuries to continue to worsen. If it weren't for the extraordinary will, yesterday after hanging a blood bag for another day, with capital that could be consumed, that tattered body would have fallen long ago.

Suddenly, the sword body at the point where it touched the tip of the spear cracked! The sword body let out a whining and mournful roar, and at the same time, it glowed with a dazzling multicolored aura. This seems to be the tragedy of crying goodbye to the master before dying.

Phantom Night was shocked, even the Obsidian Sword couldn't support it? This is my father's relic, but I didn't expect that the first time I officially used it, it would be lost in my own hands. For a moment, his heart was inexplicably sad.

In fact, this sword was originally broken into pieces, and even if it was refined, it was easy to break, and it was no longer as strong as before.

Before the heartache of the phantom night lasted too long, after a crisp sound of "thunderclap", the obsidian sword finally withstood the heavy blow of the phoenix winged gold hammer, and cracked into countless black crystal fragments, like a shining dust star flying in all directions.

Without the obsidian sword's defense, the sharp tip of the spear and the two side blades with barbs "clicked" and pierced straight into Phantom Night's abdomen.

As soon as the ghost king retracted his elbow, he pulled back the phoenix wings and gold with blood and flesh. With a flick of the air, all the blood stains on the side blade of the spear were shaken off.

Phantom Night fell forward with a "plop", and blood soon seeped from the three deep blood holes in the abdomen, spreading a sea of blood.

"Master!" Xiaobai saw tears rolling in his eyes. But now that he rushed out, the master would definitely not accept his salvation, so Xiaobai, who was clenching his fist, couldn't move again.

The host Milan saw that the phantom night had fallen, and suddenly realized, and in a panic picked up the microphone and began to count: "1, 2, 3......"

However, before he could count to "5", Phantom Night shook his body and slowly stood up.

The white clothes were dyed red again......

"I haven't lost yet!" Phantom Night gasped hard and said stubbornly. The handsome white face was blue from excessive blood loss, and his body was shaky. His eyes drooped as he looked at the fragments of the dull obsidian sword scattered on the ground, and he was saddened.

Now he can't even resist the ghost king's light blow.

The outcome is already clear, but because Phantom Night hasn't fallen for more than fifteen seconds, the result can't be finalized yet!

Kill Ji Yan with a cow knife? So as soon as the arrogant ghost king's hands were loosened, the phoenix-winged gold pistol disappeared out of thin air.

"It's not easy to hold on until now! What a tenacious little bastard......" The Ghost King praised with a sigh, but suddenly slapped a palm at Phantom Night in the air!

Poor Night's body, like a kite with a broken string, falls in the wind.

The phantom night was pressed against the cold gravel, and the thin back was trembling faintly. Milan was about to open his mouth to count down, but he saw Phantom Night coughing and coughing several mouthfuls of blood, while slowly straightening his back with a hard press on his knees.

A large pool of blood was poured on the ground.

No matter how broken the shell body was at this time, those black eyes were still fearlessly and calmly looking at the ghost king, as if they were challenging the ghost king.

It was this unyielding look that angered the ghost king.

"Little bastard! See how much more you can slap me! The Ghost King struck at the Phantom Night with another palm.

That ruthless palm power once again hit the heart of the phantom night!

He let out a breath of red mist and fell on his back. The blood under his body had long since frozen into ice, but his heart was still beating.

As long as you live, you must not admit defeat!

So, in the astonished eyes of everyone, he staggered to his feet again.

Looking at the phantom night, who looked at death as if he were at home and was indomitable, the ghost king was not only not happy at all, but felt a little chill in his heart. Because, killing someone who is not afraid of death is no fun at all. If at this moment, Phantom Night cried and knelt down to beg for mercy, probably the Ghost King would be much happier!

So, the ghost king smiled coldly: "Little bastard, you are certain to die. So be it! As long as you are willing to admit defeat, I will give you a happy death, how about it? ”

Phantom Night covered her heart, panting and sneering, "I won't admit defeat, you die!" It's not yet the last moment, and it's uncertain who will win and who will lose. ”

Obviously, there is no possibility of victory, why is that little bastard still delusional about victory, is it because he is seriously injured and dying, and he is insane?

Thinking of this, the ghost king looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, laughing so much that tears came out, as if he had heard the funniest joke in hundreds of years!

"Why are you so backbone? Even death can't get your dignity back! ”

"Not everyone, it's all as despicable as you think......"

"Oh, it's noble! In this way, I have great mercy, and as long as you admit defeat, I will spare you death. Of course, none of the other red fox demons and vampires will be spared. ”

"If I can't save my clan, what shame is there to live!"

……

The Ghost King laughed wildly, and slapped another palm at the Phantom Night!

He knows that Phantom Night, who is not afraid of death, will not compromise, and seems to think that this is a fun killing game. So, before every palm, I would ask Phantom Night Suit if I would admit defeat. And after each slap, he always has to wait for Phantom Night to stand up, ask the same question again, and then slap again......

The ghost king will always get only one response......

Phantom Night would rather die than admit defeat!

Milan can't be seen anymore! Since hosting the competition, she has not witnessed the death of a contestant. However, such a phantom night made her heart ache...... She even called out in her heart: Phantom Night Player, you can't win the Ghost King anyway, admit defeat! If you continue like this, you'll die! The ghost king players have said that as long as you are willing to admit defeat, he will not kill you!