Holding the bleeding lower abdomen, the miserable white fingers connected to several large points to stop the bleeding, Ji Fu sat up with difficulty, gasping deeply, trying his best to endure the severe pain in the lower abdomen, his eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black waves, with a sense of gloom.

Slowly straightened his clothes, and spoke lightly, his magnetic voice was not alarmed, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"Acceptance"

Hearing this, Ji Fu snorted heavily, and his originally gloomy face suddenly became fierce, and his voice suddenly became sharp.

"Young Palace Master, it's too early to say that it will be conceded now."

His hands were sealed, and black mist diffused from the wound in his lower abdomen, quickly enveloping Ji Fu's entire body.

In the fierce robe, Ji Fu's voice was cold and terrifying, and his face was hideous.

"The winner is still unknown."

At that moment, the stumps of the birds scattered on the ground began to tremble, and as Jifu's handprint changed, it seemed to have received some kind of command, and they all flew towards the black beads.

A strange aura permeated the entire arena, and the stump of the flying bird continued to merge into the black beads, making a continuous whimpering sound.

And Ji Fu, the whole body is also surrounded by a thick black mist, and the wound in the lower abdomen is covered with a black barrier, and if you look closely, you can see the slightest strand of black silk thread, spreading from the wound, along Ji Fu's skin, gradually surrounding Ji Fu.

The original pale face seemed to be covered with cobwebs, and it was impossible to see the original face.

Like a crack, the cobwebs spread rapidly, tearing apart the pale face inch by inch, but not a drop of blood was shed.

Hei Yaozhu let out a sharper sound, vibrating his eardrums, and a dull pain that could not be ignored came from the meridians, oppressing his mind.

Frowning slightly, he glanced at Ji Fu calmly, as if he knew something, sighed shallowly, and shook his head helplessly.

Ji Fu's face was covered with a thick layer of black silk threads, and the eyes were open, and the whites of his eyes were also covered with wisps of black silk threads, as if little by little, the pair of unusually bright eyes were swallowed up.

Until the last light slowly dimmed, suddenly extinguished.

As if hearing the faint sigh of Linxi, Ji Fu's face suddenly became hideous, the corners of her lips rose up, revealing her white teeth, and a string of terrifying laughter came out of her mouth.

His eyes trembled, Ji Fu changed a handprint, Zhou's expression and aura soared, and the crown of his hair was torn apart and fell to the ground, but at that moment, it became powdery, and with the riot of spiritual power, it was scattered in the wind.

The black mess of his head was flying, and Ji Fu laughed a few times, and his originally broken body stood up sharply and attacked towards the next breath.

On the side of the sword, as soon as the body moved, it avoided the menacing attack, and slapped a palm on Ji Fu's back, knocking it out.

A fishy sweet breath came up in his throat, Ji Fu tilted his head, spit out a mouthful of blood, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, but his face became more and more hideous.

The black pearl on one side kept spinning, making a sharp and piercing sound.

As if there was a steady stream of support, although Ji Fu was hit hard, he only paused, and continued to go towards his rest, his body was extremely fast, almost weird.

Such a reversal couldn't help but make everyone shocked, no matter how calm Rao was, his face also showed a little jealousy.

"What kind of exercise is this, so weird?"

"I don't know, the flying bird just now is also unseen and unheard of, it doesn't look like a spirit animal."

"This Ji Gongzi, he can't practice any evil arts, right?"

"That weird bird, shouldn't it be ······?"

The speaker paused, swallowed, hesitated, and finally opened his mouth with palpitations.

"It's a beast, isn't it?"

When the words fell, everyone suddenly quieted down, watching the battle situation on the competition platform tightly, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out in the palms of the hands that were clenched tightly.

Everyone knows that Fang Cai Ji Fu has indeed been defeated, but he has reversed again and again, relying on the weird black mist.

Now, Na Ji Fu seems to be getting more and more courageous, his moves are fierce, his body is weird, like a ghost, and he faintly suppresses the young palace master.

Narrowly avoiding the sharp sword, before he could react, he was slapped by Ji Fu coldly, and a tearing pain immediately came from his left shoulder.

Suppressing the bloody feeling in his throat, his body retreated violently, raised his palm, and faced the strange palm wind.

The hair was blown by the strong wind and whipped on the face, and the tearing pain spread over the upper cheeks, and he tried his best to stabilize his breath and suppress the chaotic blood in his heart.

Warm blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he snorted slightly, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, frowned, and stretched out again, and his breath gradually stabilized.

glanced at the black Yaozhu that was constantly spinning in mid-air, and then at the almost crazy Ji Fu, his eyes moved, and a thoughtful look crossed his face, as if he understood something.

The hand holding the long sword tightened, tilted his head in a moment, and looked at the woman not far away, but it happened to meet a pair of clear and calm eyes.

He took a deep breath, took a slight breath, and glanced at the almost violent Hei Yaozhu and Ji Fu, and his Qinghui-like gaze also slowly sank.

Ji Fu's hand movements were extremely fast, without the slightest pause, constantly changing his handprints, and his face became more and more hideous.

Looking at this obviously weird scene, everyone present couldn't help but look at Ji Fan and Su Yunran.

Ji Fan sat firmly on the seat, wearing a luxurious brocade robe without half a wrinkle, although he was old, his face was very tough, his eyes were like torches, and he quietly looked at everything on the competition platform.

It was as if he was not surprised by all this strange phenomenon.

Sensing everyone's probing eyes, Ji Fan's face remained unchanged, and he didn't make any movements, just looking at Ji Fu who was constantly frantic on the stage, and a strange light seemed to float between his eyes.

And Su Yunran also stopped eating snacks and drinking tea, with the elbow of one hand resting on the table beside him, the palm of his hand supporting his chin, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were still shrouded in a layer of cold frost, and he couldn't see any emotion.

The situation on the competition platform has been reversed, and the young palace master has also been injured, and his face is a little pale, and it seems that the situation is not very good.

Everyone looked at it with a little worry, and they saw the palace master's still calm appearance, a pair of calm and excessive eyes quietly looking at everything on the competition platform, with a little cold eyes.

The mockery faintly revealed also made everyone's hearts tremble, and they hurriedly withdrew their gaze.

This Ji Fu openly issued a war letter to the young palace master, which was obviously ill-intentioned. Such a strange exercise, lifeless, is obviously ······ Reading a book and finding the latest chapters by yourself? You're out, WeChat attention Beauty editor helps you find books! It's really a good book to flirt with girls!