"Not bad!"

The Blood Blade was defeated, and the Blood Wolf smiled and muttered softly. Facing the sword light that pierced directly into him, the blood wolf whose glasses slowly narrowed did not choose to avoid its edge, but in the slightly upturned corners of his mouth, he clenched the scimitar with both hands and raised it high.

As the scimitar in the blood wolf's hand was raised, the blood-like blood gang surged wildly, and the pieces of blood clouds contracted rapidly, and the blood clouds that were originally huge and surging around the blood wolf all gathered towards the scimitar at this moment, and on it, it condensed into a layer of weak and powerful sword gang that dominated the audience.

"Slash!"

With a crazy look on his face, facing a sword that broke through the air, facing the Tsing Yi Jiangshan who had been suppressed by himself and even said to be a joke, the blood wolf with pride in his heart chose hard steel.

The power of the sword gang swept in all directions, and the advantage of the sword pierced the night sky.

With a low murmur from the blood wolf, the falling scimitar slashed directly at the stabbing sword.

"Boom!"

In the roar that trembled even in the night, the swords collided together, fiery red as flames, blood red as blood, and the two internal forces collided with the swords, like two galloping cheetahs, directly colliding together.

In an instant, wisps of transparent ripples centered on the sword overflowed in all directions, and the storm that swept all the corners of the ridge mouth swept in all directions. Endless energy, as fierce as a sword, tyrannical as a knife, with the storm, between the bursts, shattering all the mountains, rocks, grass and trees that dare to stand in the way.

Crazy, violent, restless, agitated, at this moment, there is only this left in the field.

Under the impact of the violent air current, not to mention the twilight that was fighting against the raging blood, even Su Wanrou, who pounced on and prepared to block in front of the dusk, was in this hurricane, struggling to stabilize her figure, unable to move an inch.

"Bang!" The energy that was shot out flew out, like a broken ship struggling in the waves, smashing the trees at dusk, and at the same time as a mouthful of old blood spurted out, the person had really hit a mountain wall, and on the already uneven mountain wall, knocked out a pit that cracked all around.

"Brother Huang!"

Seeing the embarrassment at dusk, Su Wanrou had the heart to step forward and pull him, but in the increasingly intense two-color anger, she could only be forced to protect herself with all her strength and retreat again and again.

"Break it for the deity!"

Flowing like blood, the blood robe grinned in the energy, the killing intent on the blood wolf's face burst out, the arms shrouded in the blood-colored armor, the muscles rose as viciously as a dragon, criss-crossed, facing the sword light that seemed to want to crush him, grabbed the scimitar, and pressed down desperately.

"Bah..."

A crisp sound was not obvious in the roaring interweaving sound, but with this light sound, the long sword, which was originally competing with the scimitar and was on par, quickly spread one after another cracks on the fire-filled sword body. After a few breaths, in the pity and helpless gaze of Tsing Yi Jiangshan, the long sword in his hand, under the falling scimitar, finally couldn't hold on and turned into pieces.

"Bang!"

The long sword was shattered, there is no doubt that Jian Gang, who was originally indomitable, was also directly crushed by Dao Gang, the fire dissipated, and the Tsing Yi Jiangshan, whose internal strength was almost dry, was swept out like a fallen leaf in the surging blood, and smashed into the gravel dozens of zhang away, motionless.

The strength dissipated, the smoke and dust gradually fell, holding his head high and despising everything, he glanced at the old man who couldn't get up on the ground, and the blood wolf looked at the bloody armor with a trace of cracks on his arm, and said with a hint of appreciation in his arrogance: "Good move, originally the deity thought that the young man was the strongest of the three of you, but now it seems that the threat to me with your sword is no less than that of the young man!" ”

Hearing the praise of the blood wolf, the blood wolf, who had no strength on the ground, could only smile bitterly and didn't bother to refute the blood wolf.

"Of course, no matter who it is, it's the same for the deity!" Turning his head to look at the young man who slipped from the mountain wall and his chest was stained red with blood, the blood wolf chuckled lightly and mocked unabashedly: "Disobey the deity, there is only one result..."

"Die!"

A dead word, let the blood wolf's momentum climb to the peak, hundreds of feet away from it, you can also clearly feel the current state of the blood wolf, has been hidden in the dark, want to take advantage of the fisherman's boss lady, her face instantly pulled, she didn't expect that the strength of the blood wolf has become so strong, the young man she has given a lot of trust to him, can not create the slightest threat to him.

Hearing this kind of line, Dusk just wanted to open his mouth to laugh back, but the injuries in his body were affected, and another mouthful of old blood spurted out.

Shaking her head at Su Wanrou, who wanted to pounce, Dusk let out a long breath, leaned against the mountain wall, and slowly stood up among the countless scattered gravel and grass and wood debris.

"Is there really no way?"

Clenching his fists fiercely, staring at the blood wolf who was laughing unscrupulously in the field, Dusk was unwilling in his heart, he was not willing to be eliminated like this, and he was not willing to fall here so powerlessly.

However, Dusk was no longer willing to be of any use, swept the long stick that fell into the rubble, without a little brilliance, Dusk was very clear, very clear, very clear, even if he had all his arms and could exert all his strength, but in the face of such an opponent, he didn't seem to have any chance of winning at all.

The smoke and dust dissipated, the broken leaves in the sky were scattered with the wind, and the figure of the dusk became more and more sad, not to mention the blood wolf who was barely injured against him, the aggravated injuries in his body made him even need to hold on to the mountain wall to do it.

Seeing the blood wolf dragging the scimitar and approaching step by step, a bitter and weak smile appeared at the corner of Dusk's mouth.

Tsing Yi Jiangshan was seriously injured and dying, and the young man had no backhand power, and the original trio was left with only Su Wanrou alone, and he still had the strength to fight again.

Ignoring the eyes that made her flee at dusk, Su Wanrou's originally delicate face brought a trace of tenacity and determination, and with a long sword in her hand, she screamed and pounced on the blood wolf.

"Why bother!" With a light sigh, the bitterness at the corners of Dusk's mouth became thicker.

The girl who seemed to be incapable of her own strength, attacked with a sword, the blood wolf smiled playfully, reached out and pinched it gently, and the sword flower was broken, and she had already pinched the girl's long sword.

"The deity will give you one last chance, surrender, or..." Staring at the struggling girl, the blood wolf asked again, "Die!" ”

Ignoring the blood wolf at all, Su Wanrou saw that the long sword could not be freed, so she let go directly, her hands turned into palms, and the flowers flew down.

"Hey, it's a pity!" Shaking his head in disappointment, the impatient blood wolf no longer pity the jade, the blood condensed, and slapped it out with one palm, directly splitting Su Wanrou, who was still struggling to resist.

Su Wanrou, who fell between the gravel and the grass and trees, was dyed red with blood at the corners of her mouth, and wanted to struggle to get up, but the pain from her body made tears gather in her eyes.

Looking at everything in front of him, the dusk, which should have been more and more powerless and sad, was slowly calmed down at this moment.

Letting go of the right hand holding the mountain wall, he shook it among the falling broken leaves, and his face, which was originally full of bitterness at dusk, became ancient, and a wisp of mysterious momentum, with the golden streamer that slowly flowed out of the boy's body, began to live in the field little by little.

"Hmm!" With a solemn expression, finding the change of the young man, a chill suddenly rose in the blood wolf's heart, and when he was about to pounce to solve this hidden danger, he found that the young man stretched out his right hand and gently grabbed a broken leaf in the air, and a faint smile quietly appeared in the corner of the young man's mouth...