Huo Donglai was shocking with hatred, clenched the war spear with both hands, and rushed up directly.

The sword and spear collided twice, cracking the void, and the thousand-foot-long fire snake was collapsing, forming a rain of fire in the sky.

Huo Donglai roared angrily, the flesh and blood of his arms exploded, his tendons were broken, and the crack of the war spear in his hand became larger, and he could barely withstand the bombardment of the Aoba Sword.

This war spear is terrifying, but the damage is too serious, although it is fierce and peerless, but under the attack of the Aoba sword, it is gradually going to be dilapidated.

Dong Xiaotian's body trembled violently, and every time the Qingye Sword hit, it would produce a counter-devouring force, which directly acted on Dong Xiaotian's body.

His life was running out and he was retiring from his prime.

If you can't kill Huo Donglai in the shortest possible time, then there will be no chance.

The green leaves broke through the sky, roaring like a sigh, carrying endless sorrow, turning into a violent sword.

Huo Donglai fell into a crisis, frantically stimulating his potential, burning ten veins, blessing the war spear, and fighting against the Aoba Sword.

Bang bang, a series of impacts detonated the night sky, rolling wind and thunder, and countless lightning bolts fell from the sky, slashing at Huo Donglai and Dong Xiaotian.

Huo Donglai looked like crazy, embarrassed, and his whole body was covered with bruises, and he almost died several times.

Dong Xiaotian's body collapsed, his internal organs were burning, and his vitality was about to be extinct.

The people watching the battle were nervous, and the masters of the Nine Sword Sect and the Thousand Grass Sect were full of worry, no one would have thought that Dong Xiaotian would actually force Huo Donglai to this point.

Aoba flipped over, and with a love of no resentment, launched the twelfth attack.

Compared to before, Aoba's light seemed very dim, and the war spear in Huo Donglai's hand was also on the verge of disintegration.

Huo Donglai came to the seven holes to rush blood, his soul veins were greatly damaged, and the hatred in his eyes was shocking, and there was more horror and despair.

Dong Xiaotian gritted his teeth and insisted, he had run out of oil, but he also understood that Huo Donglai was about to be unable to hold on.

If it weren't for the ten veins leading to the sky, Huo Donglai would have died at the hands of Dong Xiaotian, and now it depends on who can survive to the end.

The Qingye Sword can cut all Tianjiao, the key depends on whether Dong Xiaotian can survive it.

Under the night sky, the wind is surging, and the battle between the two Tianjiao has reached the most critical moment.

Huo Donglai's whole body was full of blood, he frantically swallowed the pill, the blood in his whole body burned, and it was transformed into motivation, but he also felt physically and mentally tired, and the war spear in his hand was as heavy as a mountain.

The martial soul above Dong Xiaotian's head was broken, but his eyes were still bright.

Tao Chunyan's voice was hoarse, her beloved fought for her with her life, how could she forget?

Lin Feng cried, infected by Dong Xiaotian's unrepentant determination to love against the sky.

Tonight, ten miles of peach blossoms, thousands of love burials.

Many were silent because the battle was so unexpected.

The night sky is bright, the green leaves are like electricity, that sword makes people's hearts tense, will Dong Xiaotian succeed?

Huo Donglai looked up to the sky and roared, the hatred in his eyes was like madness, and the long hair that was curled up turned pale red, as if it was dyed red with blood.

The spear stabbed out, the void collapsed, and the peerless ferocity was blooming its last rays.

With a flash of blue light, the sword qi collapsed, directly shattering the war spear and destroying Huo Donglai's biggest barrier.

The Aoba sword flew diagonally, circling around Dong Xiaotian with a punch, and the tip of the sword was once again aimed at Huo Donglai.

"Not good!"

Many people exclaimed, with horror in their eyes.

Dong Xiaotian's body shook, and he glanced back at Tao Chunyan on the ground, with no regrets in his eyes.

Looking up to the sky and howling, its voice is sad, revealing endless vicissitudes and love.

Huo Donglai's whole body was tense, his eyebrows were cracked, the whole person roared wildly, his hands were raised above his head, and the phantom of the law behind him was moving, like a sword pillar that reached the sky, about to collapse this piece of heaven.

Aoba roared, and the thirteenth attack came, and the speed was slower than before, as if there was a thousand reluctances, all of which were integrated into this sword.

Tao Chunyan was screaming wildly, her eyes were full of blood and tears, and the whole person was about to collapse.

Lin Feng, Ye Mochen, Yuan Dongmei and others were all crying out, and on the side of the Nine Swords Sect, there were also many people who were howling wildly, worried about Huo Donglai.

Life and death, success or failure, in this sword!

Everyone can see that Dong Xiaotian has reached the point where the oil is running out, and Huo Donglai is already dying.

The green leaves rotated, and tears flashed on the leaves, that was Dong Xiaotian's love, innocent and flawless, and there was no complaint until death.

This is the sword of true love, and it is terrifying.

Huo Donglai used his life's strength to meet the attack with the phantom of the law phase, and the Tongtian Sword Pillar was shrinking, smelting into a sword light, and met the Aoba Sword.

The void roars, the night wind sighs, the stars are like tears, who is calling?

Everyone tensed up, paying close attention to the sword in the sky.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, Huo Donglai's Heavenly Sword Qi collided with Dong Xiaotian's Qingye Sword, causing the void to collapse, time and space to distort, and countless sparks flew in the air, spinning like flowers, telling endless sadness and grievances.

On the ground, the peach blossoms are flying, and the pink is like a sea of memory, engraved with this moment.

The blue light flashed, and the Qingye Sword let out a wail, and Dong Xiaotian's body in mid-air exploded, and the brilliance in his eyes dimmed.

Huo Donglai screamed wildly, the seven holes rushed blood, flew hundreds of feet, and fell directly from mid-air.

"Senior brother!"

The master of the Nine Swords Sect rose into the sky and caught the seriously injured Huo Donglai.

"Little God. ”

Tao Chunyan rushed out like crazy, hugged the broken Dong Xiaotian tightly in his arms, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and a terrible scream came out of his mouth, as if he was complaining about the sky!

That hatred rushed through the sky, like a cuckoo crying blood, which is sad.

Lin Feng and Ye Mochen both rushed over, with tears in their eyes, mourning for Dong Xiaotian.

Fight to the death for love.

Dong Xiaotian tried everything, but in the end he failed to kill Huo Donglai, but he was not defeated, both sides were defeated, it was a tie battle.

It's a pity that although Huo Donglai was seriously injured, it would not be fatal, but Dong Xiaotian ran out of life.

"Yan'er... Mo... Crying, I have no regrets. ”

Dong Xiaotian's eyes were blurry, and his life was moving away quickly.

Tao Chunyan burst into tears silently, and her heart was about to break.

Lin Feng said eagerly: "This is the Life-Sustaining Pill, you take it quickly." ”

Dong Xiaotian said weakly: "No need, I have no complaints, just for a fight." I want the world to know that the man Yan'er likes is not a bad breed, he is no worse than others... Pity... Time is too short. If you give me a little more time, this battle will ......"

Tao Chunyan was very sad and cried: "No matter whether you are strong or not, in my heart, you will always be the best." Before, now, and in the future, no one can replace you!"

Ye Mochen cried and said, "Senior brother, you have to be strong, don't leave us." If you leave, how can I explain to Senior Brother Jiang?"

Dong Xiaotian's eyes were dilated, and he said in a low voice: "Senior brother, I'm sorry, I lived up to Senior Brother Jiang's expectations......"

Ye Mochen cried, shook his head and said, "No, you are good, you are the pride of our Thousand Grass Sect!"

Yuan Dongmei and Tie Huajun rushed over, and the two cried in grief, very sad.

"Don't cry, I don't have much time, and I still have something to say. ”

Dong Xiaotian lifted his spirits and tried hard to open his blurred eyes.

Although he couldn't see the faces of the people around him clearly, he knew it in his heart.