Bai Qi, hallucination, a healing body under the talent of soul text.

Yi Ping, the thought of wind and clouds, soul skill fog killing.

The man with the broken arm, the earth is Nian, a sword, and the mountain is rubble.

Spicy people, water thoughts, sinister and spicy moves,

In the blood mist, there are only four people left, and there is no doubt that they are strong. There are countless corpses as evidence.

Now, it's their last battle.

Without exception, most of the injuries on their bodies can threaten their lives.

There is nothing to say, this battle, from death to life.

"Kill. ”

Murderous thoughts burst out.

Boom!

This time, the four people and the four swords were directly crossed together.

There are swords against each other, but there is also a sword, which is staggered.

It's a spicy man's sword.

He seemed to have anticipated the inevitability of the collision of the swords, and ignored the sword that crossed at him. The blade of the sword in his hand suddenly turned the moment before the collision, and slashed towards the relatively intact severed arm.

The next moment, the swords of Bai Qi and the three of them collided together in an instant, and none of them killed the spicy man.

Under the collision, Bai Qi was shocked back, and his hallucinatory power was the weakest.

Then Yi Ping was also shocked back, because he was really dying. The broken arm is as majestic as a mountain, motionless. He is the winner of this sword.

However, the spicy man's sword was also attacked at this moment.

Seeing this, the strength in his hand was not removed, but he had to exert his strength again and slash obliquely at the sword of the spicy man.

Woohoo!

The two swords collided.

But there is no force for swords and iron to collide.

The sword in the spicy man's hand seemed to turn into a soft silk, and the moment the sword with the severed arm collided with it, it lightly unloaded the sword with the severed arm and brought it aside.

Then, one of his swords, as fierce as thunder, slashed at the throat of the severed arm......

The battle between the broken arm and the yin and the spicy, the sword is dangerous, and the move is deadly.

On the other side, the battle between Bai Qi and Yi Ping was even more brutal, and their swords, without a bit of bells and whistles, were completely a collision of pure strength.

If you can't bear it, you will be cut down.

Therefore, just after slashing and killing each other for a while, Bai Qi was slashed by Yi Ping several times. It was a sword that penetrated into the bones, and the blood spilled made people feel chilled to see.

"Aren't you tired?"

After another flip and kill, Bai Qi and Yi Ping didn't have the strength to use the next wave of offensives, all, they took a break for a while.

Panting, Bai Qi glanced at Yi Ping and said a little helplessly.

Yi Ping looked like he was going to fall apart at any time, but after consuming it for so long, he could still pick up a sword and fight, Bai Qi was a little convinced.

"What about you, aren't you tired?"

When Yi Ping heard this, he also glanced at Bai Qi.

Then, Yi Ping found that Bai Qi's appearance should be even worse.

Bai Qi's left hand was broken, his body saw internal organs, and his left foot only had bones in his leg.

It stands to reason that Bai Qi should also fall. However, in addition to being a little weak in physical strength, Yi Ping saw Bai Qi's movements did not seem to be affected by the injury, and his eyes were even more radiant.

"I'm tired, but I'm dead before I can rest. ”

Bai Qi wiped the sweat stains from the corners of his eyes and smiled shyly.

Bai Qi didn't care about Yi Ping's behavior of taking his words and asking him again.

Bai Qi's killing intent, his sword, was sharp, and once again pointed at Yi Ping.

"Fog Kill!"

Killing intent, not only Bai Qi has, but also Yi Ping. And in his hands, there is also a killing move.

The fog came out, and Yi Ping's figure was like a fog, floating directly towards Bai Qi, who was holding a sword and killing him.

Yi Ping's sword, entangled with blood mist, seemed to be wrapped in an invisible force, and slashed towards Bai Qi unstoppably.

Bai Qi, he held the sword, and his soul power surged out wildly, covering the sword.

Rumble!

In the blood mist, the two figures killed together again with a strong will to live.

The direct collision of swords and swords, the hard-hitting duel, and Yi Ping's fog killing, after all, was a sword stronger than Bai Qi's pure soul power.

Pedal Pedal Ped

Bai Qi was almost crushed under Yi Ping's sword blow, and he was bombarded so that he did not retreat and retreated.

Poof.

Another smear of blood leaked out of Bai Qi's chest. It's a pity that Bai Qi's body has already been covered with blood, and this blood can only add a trace of tragedy.

"You're not dead yet?"

Seeing that his sword cut half of Bai Qi's chest, Yi Ping thought that Bai Qi must have fallen, because this sword, coupled with his previous oblique slash on Bai Qi's body, he almost cut off half of Bai Qi's torso.

However, the truth is that under his sword, there was only a trace of pain on Bai Qi's face. Then, Bai Qi clenched the sword in his hand again.

Seeing this, Yi Ping's eyes were full of horror.

Yi Ping didn't want to believe that Bai Qi could still kill him.

In essence, after another mist kill, Yi Ping was exhausted. In fact, his body should have died a long time ago, but it was for him to hold on to the killing, and it was not until this moment that he was finally powerless.

However, Yi Ping was still unwilling, he used his last bit of strength to send the sword in his hand to Bai Qi's neck.

"You're dead. ”

Bai Qi raised his left hand, which had been broken again, and nudged Yi Ping's sword away.

In Yi Ping's incredulous eyes, Bai Qi's sword rose again. Gather over the top of your head and slash horizontally towards Yi Ping.

"No, I don't believe it. ”

Desperate, flustered, and always proud, Yi Ping finally flinched in the face of real death. He didn't even have the strength to look up at Bai Qijian, but his steps unconsciously retreated.

"Poof!"

A sword, and down.

Bai Qi raised his hand, and the sword slashed down steadily. And Yi Ping, who staggered backwards, didn't even get out of the killing range of the sword in Bai Qi's hand, and was suddenly cut down by Bai Qi's sword.

Wheels, wheels!

Yi Ping's head, falling from his neck, broke through the blood mist, fell to the ground, rolled on the flat ground a few times, and landed next to another corpse.

Yi Ping, a proud figure with both thoughts and clouds, has died so far.

"Kill. ”

Killing Yi Ping, Bai Qi didn't stop, and walked directly to the broken arm and the spicy man.

And the broken arm and the spicy man were fighting, it was a real fire, and when they saw Bai Qi coming, they didn't stop.

Without words or greetings, Bai Qi directly took out his sword and slashed at the spicy man.

"Look for death!"

The spicy man can be said to be in the best state of the remaining three, the broken arm not only broke the left arm, but also the right leg was roughly wasted, and the spicy man, only the waist was cut open.

Seeing Bai Qi killing, his spicy eyes froze, and he picked up the hand with the broken arm with a sword, and then slashed Bai Qi's head without a little hesitation.

When the sword came, Bai Qi was expressionless, squatted down, and stabbed the waist of the spicy man who was killing.

The sword is out, and it is not collected.

Bai Qi's sword stabbed into the abdomen of the spicy man without any resistance.

The spicy man obviously didn't expect Bai Qi to do this, because, after Bai Qi stabbed him, Bai Qi's head was completely exposed under his sword.

Seeing that he couldn't stop Bai Qi's sword, the spicy man's face turned hideous, and his sword momentum changed, and he slashed directly at Bai Qi's neck with great strength.

Burst!

The blood flowed like an infusion.

Bai Qi's sword stabbed into the body of the spicy man.

And the spicy man was even more swords, cutting Bai Qi's head.