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The seventh sword fell, and the magic knife and the floating slaughter collided together, sending out a roaring shock to the heart.

Many people were originally frightened by Su Junyan's Seven Killing Shura Demon Appearance, but now they came to their senses in an instant and hurriedly went to see the results of the battle.

I saw that the Iron Floating Slaughter was still standing, his long knife was still erected, and the True Floating Statue around him was also intact.

"Did you lose?"

A lot of people think so.

Su Junyan is domineering, no one can stop him along the way, and in the end, he still can't pass the level of Tiefutu, which is the first in the infantry battle of the younger generation?

The three armies of the brave crown, to put it mildly, are also beyond the reach of power, is it false?

"Don't worry. The one-eyed general in the center stand seemed to hear everyone's thoughts, and the remaining one-eyed narrowed and smiled, "It's just the beginning." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, another violent "dang-" sound came.

Many people were stunned, didn't they finish cutting?

How can there be a knife?

I only heard this knife later, and then there was another sound, and the eighth knife came.

It turns out that the so-called Shura Seven Killing Swords are not only seven swords.

Seven is a false word, seven killing knives, the first six knives are the knife type, the last knife is the knife type, the first six knives are just foreplay, intended to spread, the last knife is the key, collect the murderous spirit, seven kills to destroy the world.

I saw that there were countless blood-colored phantoms around Su Junyan's body, and they returned to Su Junyan's body one by one, turning into a fierce knife and bombarding towards Tiefutu.

As those blood-colored phantoms decreased, Su Junyan's body began to appear.

And the Iron Float is getting stronger and stronger.

At the thirtieth slash, a crack finally appeared on the Qianjun floating slaughter.

On the forty-eighth slash, the second crack appeared.

There were more than 100 knives, and there were already six or seven scars on the Qianjun Futu.

And Su Junyan's body is becoming more and more obvious, and it can be clearly seen that as the number of knives increases, his body is also collapsing.

First the clothes were torn, revealing a hideous body covered in demonic patterns, then tiny scars began to grow like cracks in porcelain, and finally, the cracks cracked like an open mouth, bleeding.

Constant bleeding.

Su Junyan was in the shadow of blood, blood flowed all over the place, and he was completely like Shura.

His move is infinitely powerful, and his sword power is even more endless, but what consumes is his own vitality.

"Can he hold on?" In the central stand, a general sitting down with the one-eyed general looked at Su Junyan's fierce appearance, and he was used to seeing the danger of the battlefield, and the corners of his mouth twitched, this kind of lifeless fighting style can only appear in the most dangerous battlefield fighting.

I actually saw it in the Ring Arena today.

Su Junyan is still just a descendant, and he kind of understands why Caesar's reputation was so strong in the past.

Now, although the Qianjun Floating Slaughter on the Iron Floating Slaughter is full of cracks and flaws everywhere.

But it didn't break it, and although there were still many blood shadows behind Su Junyan, his body was gradually weakening, could he hold on to the moment when he broke the Futu?

Nobody knows.

Maybe Su Junyan himself doesn't know.

He only knows how to make a knife, out a knife, out a knife, and then a knife.

Three hundred and eighty-four knives.

Qianjun Futu was full of cracks, and there were few phantoms behind Su Junyan.

Winners and losers will be scored.

Su Junyan's body was already trembling slightly, he was no longer bleeding, the blood was all drained and coagulated on him.

In contrast, although the Iron Floating Slaughter is full of cracks, the people are still unshakable and full of momentum.

It's just that Su Junyan, the hand he holds the knife has never wavered, and it is still stable and terrifying.

He's going to get those last few cuts.

Three hundred and eighty-five knives.

The scarred Qianjun Futu shook a little, but Su Junyan shook even more.

Three hundred and eighty-six.

This knife is even more resolute and there is no way back.

Qianjun Futu still does not fall.

Three hundred and eighty-seven.

No more knives.

The last cut.

Looking at the appearance of that Qianjun Futu, it seems that you can eat several more knives, is there no way?

Three hundred and eighty-seven knives went straight.

It flashed in the air and was gone.

Many people think that they are dazzled, and they look at it again.

only to find that the last knife did not fall for a long time.

It's not that Su Junyan finally lost his strength, but that he suddenly changed his knife style at the last moment.

He was cut off from beginning to end.

This last knife, but he suddenly closed the knife on his waist, and the magic knife that was too tall suddenly closed on his waist had an extremely strange sense of incongruity, which made people laugh.

But no one dared to laugh, because of the momentum on Su Junyan's body, he posed in the most standard Dongdao knife drawing style, and the whole person exuded a solemn atmosphere, as if he was doing an incomparably great thing.

This thing is to draw the sword.

Draw your sword!

His knife was drawn very slowly, and it was very fast, as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff with a thousand waves of snow against thousands of altitudes, and as if he was drawing his knife on an ice field where boundless snow fell, his blade cutting through a falling snowflake.

It's like cutting through time, slashing into unknown years.

It was raining there, it was raining so hard, and a sharp knife suddenly came out of the rain.

It was a good knife that could shine in the darkest of nights.

It slashed through the rain, and finally severed a snow-white neck, which was a woman's neck, blood rising to the sky, and a skull rising to the sky.

Blood rose to the sky, and skulls rose to the sky.

Blood rose to the sky, and skulls rose to the sky.

This scene kept looping in front of everyone, and the rain kept falling.

Everyone seemed to be stuck in the crimson rain and couldn't get out.

This is Su Junyan's knife, Su Junyan's Dao, his strongest killing move, and the darkest thing he hides in his heart.

Crimson rain.

No one has escaped, and the rain that escapes is fate.

It was a long, long, long time before someone came out of that rain, no, it should be said that the rain stopped.

The rain finally stopped.

The knife also stopped.

It landed an inch in front of the Iron Float and was not cut down in the end.

I don't know if I have no strength, or Su Junyan can't get out of the heavy rain by himself.

"Poof-" He spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person fell to his knees.

But his knife was always held high, an inch in front of Tiefutu.

Is it unwilling?

Yes, how unwilling it must be, obviously almost succeeded, and almost came out of the darkness.

Brave champions, bright, fresh life, how tired I am of the darkness with only heavy rain.

The arbitrator on the side of the "winner-......" swallowed his spat and prepared to announce the final result.

"Kara—"

"Kara-la-"

At that moment, the sound of something breaking suddenly sounded.

It's a thousand floating slaughter, it's broken.

In that boundless crimson rain, even the thousand-heavy iron tower could not bear the dark and sad fate of reincarnation.

It's broken.

Immediately followed by the iron armor, the iron armor of Tiefutu's whole body burst inch by inch, and he fell to his knees on the ground, holding the ground with the long knife in his hand, unwilling to fall.