The asura has three swords, and these three swords are not something he learned from anyone, but a combination of all the swordsmanship he has learned in his life and the hell realm in his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The blood sea hell, Yuan slaughtered a knife.

Infernal hell, a stab.

And this final slash, Lonely Hell, Shura's knife.

Asura's current physical condition is not optimistic, it is difficult to exert the Shura sword intent with all his strength, and he doesn't want to kill Lan Ruo, so his knife is just a little bit of a knife intent, even so, this knife is not something that Lan Ruo can take.

The moment the dragon tooth sword collided with the tyrant sword, it came out of his hand and flew far into the sky, not even a shadow could be seen, and Lan Ruo's right arm also made a crisp sound of bones breaking, and he himself was blown away by the storm brought out by the tyrant sword, and he forcibly broke a jacaranda tree surrounded by three people.

Lan Ruo was lying on his side, coughing up blood constantly, although the knife just now did not cut him, it also hit him hard, tearing hundreds of muscles and more than a dozen blood vessels all over his body to varying degrees, and moreover, it also abolished his only remaining right arm, and made him lose his only sword.

Hopeless, there is no longer a glimmer of victory.

Lan Ruo continued to cough, he covered his mouth with his hand, but blood kept spilling from between his fingers. His consciousness was slipping, he was trembling, his eyes were blurred, he shook his head sharply, and when he opened his eyes again, everything in front of him was blurred, and his whole vision was shaking.

The black spirit stitched up the wounds in his body like a needle and thread, and forcibly promoted the regeneration of his whole body, and the price of this high-speed repair was that his life force was quickly depleted, and the fatigue hit him like a tidal wave, and he trembled all over, and even breathed as if he was trying his best.

Asura walked up to Lan Ruo, glanced at Lan Ruo who was struggling on the ground, and confirmed that he really couldn't stand up anymore, so Asura turned around and walked forward, and suddenly, he stopped.

"I won't let you ...... Walking......" Lan Ruo fell to the ground, struggling to grab Asura's ankle, but his hand didn't have any strength.

As soon as Asura lifted his foot, Lan Ruo was lifted out of the air for more than ten meters, falling to the ground without any buffer, his head was also broken, and blood flowed down from the corner of his forehead, covering his right eye.

Asura turned to leave, but his body was stunned again, and his ankle seemed to be pulled by something.

Asura's eyes flashed with a glint of blue, and he saw that his ankles were wrapped with spiritual threads, and the ends of the spiritual threads were bitten by Lan Ruo's teeth.

Lan Ruo's almost crazy attachment is very similar to Asura, and this attachment also inexplicably annoys Asura, this may be the so-called self-loathing of human beings, Asura could have broken the spiritual thread and walked away, but instead he walked towards Lan Ruo, he wanted to completely conquer Lan Ruo with despair.

Asura grabbed Lan Ruo from the ground and punched Lan Ruo's lower abdomen, his fist sinking deep into Lan Ruo's lower abdomen.

Lan Ruo let out a low roar, his voice gradually weakened, and his whole body hung in the air on Asura's arm, as if he had no strength at all.

"Your hands are gone, your sword is gone, your spirit is almost drained, you don't know how thick the sky is, it's almost time to give up, Ruo'er." Asura said coldly.

Lan Ruo trembled and stretched out his hands stained with blood and dust, but he couldn't catch anything, he felt that the whole world was quiet, the sky above him was spinning, and everything in the world seemed to become confusing at this moment.

Lan Ruo's body had reached its limit, his eyes had dizzled, and he said with his last will: "You...... Kill me......"

Asura's eyes changed, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Okay, I'll fulfill you." ”

Asura suddenly retracted his fist, and then grabbed Lan Ruo's throat and carried him into the air.

Lan Ruo felt like his throat was being caught in iron tongs, he couldn't inhale or exhale, the feeling of suffocation made him extremely uncomfortable, his lungs began to ache faintly, the pain gradually became intense, and the pain seemed to burst.

Gradually, his limbs and internal organs lost sensation, and only a hot liquid filled his entire brain, burning what little consciousness he had left, and darkness appeared in all directions, but finally, a glimmer of light appeared in the distance.

That's what it is...... Dead? The breath of death, so real, so palpable.

Asura watched Lan Ruo's face turn from flushed to pale, and watched the aura of death on Lan Ruo's face become heavier and heavier, Asura's expression finally changed slightly, which was an expression rarely seen on his face.

That expression is unbearable.

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