Seventeen felt a lot more relaxed when he heard the boss's voice, and approached the man in black.

Xia Hai watched as the only arm of the man in black was raised slightly, and a strong aura was brewing in the middle of speaking, and he could attack at any time. He said to the two, "Don't push it too hard, that one is ready to do it." Although I don't know if I didn't make a move at the beginning, my current cultivation can't be underestimated. ”

Kuaidao said bluntly: "As far as there are still a few layers left of his crippled cultivation, it is easier to kill both of them directly." The man in black suddenly surged around his body when he heard Kuaidao's words, and he never made a move. The eyes only glanced at a few times when Seventeen was hit, and all the time they looked at Twenty-Four who was on the side of the sword. There is always power in my hands, and I don't know when I am waiting. I don't know if it's a lore for the three of them or waiting for the moment when Twenty-Four takes the sword.

Kuaidao felt the momentum of the man in black and said, "Does it mean that he is a waste man and is going to be angry" smiled calmly at Wushui.

Seventeen saw that the boss had been waiting and didn't make a move, and he didn't know what he was waiting for. It is clear that if he is still waiting for the boss to come to his rescue, he will definitely die first, and his face has become very calm, without the intention of waiting before. The aura emanating from his body suddenly soared, and the sword in his hand was a little stronger than before each swing.

Xia Hai's joint attack was suppressed for a while, and soon it entered a stalemate again, and the spiritual power on the three of them continued to be consumed. After each attack, it weakened by a few points, and Seventeen's swordsmanship became more violent.

Wushui said: "What is going on, why is it even more difficult. ”

"If the spiritual power continues like this, it will definitely be exhausted, and it will not work if it continues like this." ”

Seventeen said, "You better die obediently, here is all the breath of the devil, it can be said that it is all my power." ’

Xia Hai said, "Sooner or later, our strength will run out, so kill him first before leaving." ’

All the power of the fast knife is concentrated on the blade, and this is the strongest sword he can use here. One knife down Seventeen looked at the speed of the knife, and if he dodged in other directions, he would inevitably be attacked by the other two, so he could only resist this knife.

Looking at the sword light coming over to him, it was natural to swing the sword, and in the process of the knife approaching, Seventeen naturally swung a few swords. The faint sword qi continued to break through in the brewing sword light, and in an instant, Seventeen felt helpless or underestimated the three of them, although here was the power he could absorb, but it was still limited.

The approach of the sword light did not dare to go down with all his strength, because there were still two people who had been waiting to swing the sword and block the knife. As long as a sword is swung, there will be a loophole, and whoever person will be killed with a single hit. If you wait for the attack of the two, you will lose half your life without dying, and an ordinary person can easily kill yourself. I can't escape, because I can't escape. Both options are dead, and perhaps there is a third. But after waiting for so long, I don't know if the third option will appear, and the knife light is getting closer and closer. The waterless Xia Hai came with swords from two directions, and a lot happened in an instant.

Seventeen didn't dodge the sword, and the sword of the waterless Xia Hai was lowered in his crotch. The sword light also disappeared in an instant, and the knife in the hand of the fast knife was shaken away by the powerful force. Falling to the ground, he looked at the battle between Xia Hai and Seventeen and said, "I still forgot about that person." "The wound on his chest that had not yet healed was torn open, and the shirt was stained red with bright red blood.

He said softly: "This knife still doesn't work, it seems that this time I will either be killed or wait for death." A flame appeared in front of him, and a man was smiling at him.

The man in black looked at Seventeen's battle calmly and looked at Twenty-Four calmly again, gathering strength in his hands again, and this time his face turned pale. I couldn't help but glance at the severed left arm, and my expression became heavy.

Twenty-four took two more steps, and there were already a lot of wounds on his body. Every time he took out the pill, two-thirds of it would be shattered by the sword qi and fall to the ground, and the sword in front of him was smiling, laughing at the pity of twenty-four. After spitting out the pill, the body is also constantly recovering, but it is not as fast as the sword qi, and there are more and more wounds. The strong body was always carrying countless attacks, and now it was powerless to resist every sword qi.

The word bloodthirsty exudes endless sword qi, depending on the power that has been accumulated for countless years, all of it is emitted at this moment. A breath that was very flat in the countless sword qi swept across Twenty-four's legs, and the standing body fell on one knee. The other leg then also fell, twenty-four, at the moment of falling, he naturally advanced half a step, looking at the distance of four and a half steps, revealing snow-white teeth, biting his lip tightly, and his body fell in the direction of the sword.

Take a little more than a half step forward and approach two steps, and watch the two and a half steps away with the difficult arm stretched forward. The sleeves of the shirt became countless strips of cloth in an instant, and the inner armor that tightly wrapped the arm also began to fall, and the wisps of blood left the body and remained on the ground. The fingers are still one step away from the sword, and they can't take a step forward when they look very close.

The sword at his fingertips can only be watched helplessly, and the man in black in the distance looks like twenty-four, and the power in his hand is still there, still waiting for the moment to take the sword. Twenty-four, the other arm stretched out with even greater difficulty, and crawled forward with the last of its strength. Seeing that there was still half a step away, the two legs moved slightly, and the hands were also exerting. One hand had already touched the boulder, and it was only half a step away from the boulder.

Climb up with both hands and look at the distance, but you can't take a step forward. The lips were slightly moving at the eye and said that it was still a little, a little close.