Qin Yi swept behind Wu Zhong, as agile as a squirrel stealing food. While passing by Wu Zhong, he held the dagger and took the opportunity to slash at Wu Zhong's waist, and his clothes were torn in response, but only a shallow bloody wound was left on Wu Zhong's flesh.

At this stage of an innate martial artist, muscles can be polished like dense pieces of iron, and Wu Zhong is an example. Although he can still be injured by swords, spears and halberds, his muscles can remove three points of strength, leaving only seven points.

Qin Yi missed a blow and quickly fled away, waiting for an opportunity to move at the same time, like a cheetah hiding in the wild grass waiting to hunt. Wu Zhong turned around with a scimitar in his hand and faced Qin Yi again, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a suspicious smile: "Little mouse, the movements are very light, but after all, you still can't escape the fate of death!" Don't struggle, that will only increase your pain and make it less interesting for me. ”

Qin Yi sank his waist and concentrated, and Wu Zhong's figure was reflected in his pupils. A sneering smile rose into his mouth, not the wail of a dying man, nor the squeak of a squirrel when he was trampled over, but the look in the hunter's eyes when he saw his prey.

This smile made Wu Zhong extremely irritable, like being thrown into the hot sun. He felt offended, so his expression became even more hideous, like a roaring tiger: "Boy, I will make your life worse than death!" ”

"I'll make it better for you to live than to die." Qin Yi muttered, like a greedy wolf's low howl. His shriveled and withered face shrunk into a ball, revealing a hideousness that was no less than that of Wu Zhong, "but not now......" he swam on the edge of the ring.

What followed was a swift but monotonous grappling. Qin Yi gave full play to the advantage of his agility and avoided Wu Zhong, but he made sure to get results with every attack, like a nimble gray squirrel, every time he had to gnaw off a piece of meat from his opponent.

And Wu Zhong is obviously not good at speed. The hulking elephant had a majestic strength, but it couldn't grasp the corners of the squirrel's coat. But after all, he is an innate martial artist, and in the volleys again and again, he has gradually established an advantage.

Finally, in a sword light that was overwhelming like thunder and lightning, Wu Zhong caught Qin Yi's traces and forced him back with a knife, forcing Qin Yi to block the blow with a dagger. A sword clashing sound like a crow's soft groan sounded, making Qin Yi almost unable to hold the dagger.

The piercing sound pierced Qin Yi's eardrums like a needle, making his mind buzz. His hands trembled like a quirvering chime, and years of experience had taught him that the muscles and bones in his hands had probably been damaged, but not serious.

Serious is the next attack. Wu Zhong laughed wildly, like a mad bull: "Cunning mouse, finally let me catch you!" See how you take this trick - the overlord three knives! If you can let me use this trick, you will die a well-deserved death! ”

Qin Yi took a deep breath, exhaled a breath like ice, and forced his hand to calm down. He felt as if his bones were frozen in frost and snow, and they became stiff, but there was a sudden light in his eyes, and it was a light of confidence—he was confident that he would dodge this move!

It was as if three thunderbolts glittering with snow appeared in the clear sky, and three white crescents fell like thunder and lightning, light as feathers, thick as thunder, and the air was torn apart like rags, making an unwilling hiss.

Three knives in one moment! The three snowflake-like blades were so fast that there seemed to be no intervals, as if they were striking at the same time. It is worthy of the three swords of the overlord, and as soon as this sword technique appeared, it carried a condensed momentum, as if the sage was indifferent to all sentient beings.

But Qin Yi didn't retreat, but rushed forward with the sword light. His steps were like that of a fluttering butterfly, holding a dagger to meet the edge of the sword. There was another thud, followed by a click.

Qin Yi knew that one of his hands was broken, but his face did not change, like a bottomless cliff. He twisted his waist, used this force to move to the side, and then passed by Wu Zhong's side—the same trick was repeated!

Wu Zhong turned around with his knife and focused his gaze on Qin Yi. This blow didn't seem to have any merit, but he didn't care, glanced at Qin Yi's broken wrist like a branch, and laughed: "How about it, you have wasted a hand now, are you still arrogant?" You can't talk about it! ”

But Qin Yi was not abolished at all. His leaf-like face shrunk again, revealing that hideous expression, like a vulture enjoying carrion: "I said that it would make your life worse than death, don't worry, now is the time for me to make good on my promise." ”

"What?" Wu Zhong was stunned, and then laughed out loud as if he had heard some joke, "Little cub, it's you who might as well live or die...... His next words stuck in his throat like fish bones, because Qin Yi said a word.

"It's time." Qin Yi said. It was like the death knell that pronounced death, making Wu Zhong's heart shrink, and an endless chill enveloped him, carrying him into the cold abyss, sinking...... He felt bad.

"You ......" Wu Zhong's face changed drastically, he felt that he couldn't breathe, and his neck seemed to be pinched by a big hand, so that the blood could not flow back into his brain. His lips turned purple, then pale as paper, and his face turned green, like an unripe poisoned apple, "Ho...... Ho...... Thou hast deceited ......"

He slowly fell limply to the ground, like a tense band that suddenly loosened. A team of paramedics rushed up, lifted him on a stretcher, and poured some unknown liquid into his mouth for resuscitation.

The referee announced Qin Yi's victory, causing an uproar among the onlookers. The sound spread like a wave, mostly a shout of consternation. No one expected Wu Zhong to fall so unexpectedly - the gray squirrel finally defeated the elephant.

……

"He used poison!" Guo Ke said calmly, his words were as sharp as a sharp knife piercing the enemy's heart, "But ......" He suddenly became hesitant again, as if he had encountered some problem, so that he couldn't think of it after racking his brain.

"But when and how did he use the poison, and why didn't we find out?" You Jiao'er completed his unfinished words, and then said in a voice like a bird's song, "I'm more concerned about whether the fallen person will die. ”

Guo Ke glanced at her: "With all due respect, even if this person dies, he only deserves it." Even, I guess, most of the people in the arena are innocent. He had a look of disgust on his face.

"Yes......" You Jiao'er sighed. She thought of what Li Wuming said to them again: "Most martial artists are just vicious dogs that bite people when they see them." ”

Yes, warriors...... Not worthy of sympathy.