No, she has to fight quickly, otherwise she will be taken advantage of by Zhongli Bojun later. She would rather kill Zhongli Bojun and faint in this forest and be eaten by wild beasts than lose the bet with Zhongli Bojun and be involved in vain.

Thinking of this, she strengthened her will to exert her strength, and when Zhongli Bojun was looking for her, she slapped him behind his back, and due to physical reasons, the power of this palm was greatly reduced, and her position was exposed.

Despite this, Zhongli Bojun was also not lightly injured.

Seeing that the battle situation was like this, Qing Zijin did not hesitate to pull out his long sword, and the long sword was unsheathed, reflecting the last ray of sunset light, stabbing Zhongli Bojun's eyes a little uncomfortable.

The long sword sliced through the dusk, tore through the leaves, and swung it in front of Zhongli Bojun, and he hurriedly dodged, and the trees behind him were cut with a long crack.

Qing Zijin held the long sword, drowsy. The oppressive pain radiated from her heart to her abdomen, neck, and even her upper limbs, her hands began to tremble inexplicably, the fine hair on her forehead was wet with cold sweat, and her pale cheeks were hidden by the gradually dim environment, and she became manic.

She swung her sword again and slashed forward, but there was no Zhongli Bojun in front of her.

Breathing became more and more difficult, she took a long breath, her resolute eyes gradually lost focus, she was looking for Zhongli Bojun's figure. She couldn't hold on anymore, she had never taken angina to heart, but now it had become a lethal weapon to defeat her.

Suddenly, she saw Zhongli Bojun's figure, and the other party's sword pointed at her, but she didn't have time to dodge, so she had to block it with her own long sword. Hardworking, she is naturally much inferior. Zhongli Bojun gradually formed an overwhelming control over her, she jerked back, leaping up in the air, raising her long sword with both hands and slashing at him, her heart beating faster and faster, almost jumping out of her body.

Her sword was crooked, and in order not to be suppressed by Zhongli Bojun, she found a good way to escape when she found that she was crooked.

Zhongli Bojun thought that he was dead, but he didn't expect Qing Zijin to be crooked, but when he saw it today, Qing Zijin's skills were greatly reduced, could it be that he was deliberately playing with him?

There are still two moves, Qing Zijin knows her physical condition, she must kill Zhongli Bojun in the last two moves, otherwise she will be implicated.

Qing Zijin's hand holding the long sword kept trembling, her eyes were gradually losing their luster, and when she heard the sound, Qing Zijin jumped up in the air, a spin, and the sound of the long sword cutting through the flesh and blood, although it was very weak, she was sure that Zhongli Bojun was stabbed by her.

The sky had darkened, and the moon had risen to the horizon.

In the last move, there are only two results, either Zhongli Bojun dies, or Qingzijin is used by Zhongli Bojun.

Zhongli Bojun stayed behind the tree, panting, the Qing Zijin in front of him didn't know why, his skill was greatly reduced, but it also brought him a lot of trauma, his arm was scratched by Qing Zijin, and if it was deeper, his arm would be useless.

Qing Zijin was in the bright spot, walking a little stumbling. In the moonlight, her facial features were wrinkled together, her right hand holding a long sword, and her left hand covering her heart. Zhongli Bojun was puzzled, and Qing Zijin, who was not far away, fell to his knees in the forest, holding the long sword in his right hand, hanging his head and looking powerless.

Zhongli Bojun didn't remember when he hurt her except for the sword in his palm, could it be that she was injured?

At this moment, Qing Zijin only felt that her whole body was chilling, her strength was drained, her heart was beating extremely fast, and the pain in her heart was biting her.

Is she going to die like that child, just like that?

No, at least before he died, he killed Zhongli Bojun, but it was a trouble to live in vain.

The forest was suddenly much quieter, and Qing Zijin tried his best to concentrate, but the abnormality of his body was still not alleviated, but became more and more serious.

After waiting for a while, Qing Zijin found Zhongli Bojun hidden behind a tree.

When Qing Zijin's gaze fell on Zhongli Bojun, he knew that he was dead, and this was the last resort. Qing Zijin did not disappoint him, and jumped towards him with all the strength of his body, aimed at his neck, and rowed over without hesitation.

"Plop" sound.

Qing Zijin fell to the ground in response, and the long sword slipped from Zhongli Bojun's neck to his chest, hooking up a shallow layer of flesh and blood, leaching out thin blood, and the long sword slid from Zhongli Bojun's chest to the dirt, making a solid sound.

Zhongli Bojun, whose heart was about to jump out of his throat, was stunned for a long time, until there was a burning pain in his neck, and his brain began to come alive, almost, almost never to see the sun tomorrow again.

People who have just experienced life and death, their heads are barren, and in an instant, the forest is quiet, in addition to the heartbeat that cannot be ignored, there are also some insects and birds, and you can faintly hear the sound of beasts.

He shook his hands and lit a fire. Only then did he remember that Qing Zijin fell not far from him, he didn't want to get close to this murderous demon without blinking, when she swung her sword and stabbed herself, her eyes were obviously bloodthirsty excitement, although she was already very weak at that time.

Don't blame Zhongli Bojun for being timid, who doesn't spare his life in this world? In the face of absolute strength, who dares to resist with their heads held high?

Zhongli Bojun sat on the other side of the fire and looked at Qing Zijin who had fallen to the ground for a long time, and suddenly thought of something, and patted his head violently. I saw that Qing Zijin was in pain, and now he fell here at the last moment, afraid that he had an old illness or was seriously injured before. His purpose was to make Qing Zijin use him, not to take Qing Zijin's life.

Thinking of this, he didn't care whether he was afraid or not, and hurriedly walked up to Qing Zijin and turned her over.

In the moonlight, her face was very pale, and in spite of the warm yellow firelight, her paleness was still so pale.

"Uh......" Zhongli Bojun inadvertently touched her hand, like touching ice cubes in the cold winter. He reflexively withdrew his hand, feeling a bad feeling in his heart.

She won't ...... It's not going to die, is it?

"Qing Zijin." Zhongli Bojun grabbed her shoulders and shook them gently.

There was no reaction from the other party.

"Qing Zijin." Zhongli Bojun stepped up his efforts.

The other party still didn't react.

He may have been really frightened, frightened by Qing Zijin's last sword, and frightened by Qing Zijin's face and coldness. I forgot to use such a simple method as probing her snort.

However, when Zhongli Bojun's hand reached under the bridge of Qing Zijin's nose, his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"Why is this happening? What's the difference between that and losing? Zhongli Bojun sat aside in disbelief.

How so?

How could she?

How could he die so easily?

Zhongli Bojun couldn't believe it, and sat by the fire in a daze to look at the girl who was lying quietly, and when he looked closely, he found that she was more delicate than when he first saw her.

As the night wore on, Zhongli Bojun bandaged his arms and tore off a strip of cloth from his shirt and put it around his neck, the air smelling of blood.