Truly. Twelve caused Eight to be so badly injured, and now Eight still feels that his hands seem to be a little weak, and some can't lift them, if it weren't for his bent desire to kill Twelve Eight may not be able to lift his hands when he is here.

So just as No. 12's body stepped back, No. 8 came with an extremely sharp arc kick one after another, and the unprepared No. 12 instantly kicked and flew into the air, and actually hit the railing of the iron cage directly.

The power of this kick No. 8 is extremely great, not to mention that No. 8 is still a murderous Muay Thai. So the blow on the 12th was very heavy. Even Twelve, who fell to the ground, felt a little drowsy in his head. Lying on the ground, Twelve's head shook his head again, which was a little like fainting, and then he struggled to get up.

It is impossible for the eighth to let go of the twelfth at this time. At the moment when the figure of No. 12 wanted to get up a little wastefully, it seemed that the calculated No. 8 volley was kicked towards No. 12 with a terrifying side sweep, and the figure of No. 12 who had just gotten up was kicked out again, and this time No. 8 kicked No. 12 on the left side of the face. Twelve's body was in the air, and the migrant worker vomited a mouthful of blood. Immediately, his teeth shattered to the ground. Twelve's figure slammed into the cage again.

With the sound of "boom ......". The audience was stunned by this scene. His eyes looked at Number Eight in shock. Many people can see that ten**one**book**read. The novel YBDU No. 2 has completely lost any combat power at this time, and even if No. 12 is lucky enough not to kill No. 8, then he will definitely not survive for a minute.

If you don't give No. 8 at this time, you really want to kill No. 12 with your own hands. So at the moment when the figure of No. 12 flew out, the figure of No. 8 swept out again. Twelve who fell to the ground at this time even felt that his head was a little delirious, and he didn't pay attention to Eight's movements at all. Twelve's struggle to get up. He spat out several mouthfuls of blood in a row.

Not only were the audience in the bar stunned, but even the other players on the stage were dumbfounded, especially No. 11 and No. 4. They didn't expect that the two of them had already seriously injured Eight. No. 8 can still exert such a strong strength, and the two of them are actually praying for No. 12 at this moment, of course. And just praying, because they want to survive. Even if No. 12 wouldn't die at the hands of No. 8, they would not hesitate to make a move, so there was no sympathy in the eyes of the two.

In fact, at this time, No. 8 was also angry with a strong bow and crossbow, and where his body moved, the ground was covered with blood. At this time, he lost a lot of blood, and his hands were a little weak, and at this time he understood that maybe today was the last time he breathed air. So Eight didn't expect to be able to live at this time. But what he wants is that he must brutally kill No. 12 before he dies.

Although No. 8 seems to have no hope of living, he is not unwilling in his eyes. Some just sighed, for this emperor who was once the eighth low-level black fist, only from the time he decided to make the big black fist, he saw his life and death a little lightly. To put it bluntly, that is, before he came to power, he was ready to die, and he was ready to be killed. Black Fist. It's meant to be life or death. If I don't kill you, then what awaits me is death.

So No. 8's face was a little indifferent, and he didn't choose to attack No. 4, nor did he choose to attack No. 11, but just wanted to kill No. 12. In an instant, the figure of No. 8 swept towards No. 12 again.

At this time, Eleven and Four glanced at each other. The two ignored the shock of the other players, and in a flash, they went from No. 8 again.

Eight instinctively felt the smile behind him, but he didn't choose to dodge. With a cruel smile again, a pair of fists smashed into Twelve, and Twelve, who felt a stabbing pain in his chest in horror, and then sat on the ground weakly. Before that, a mouthful of blood spat out from the air on the twelve, which sprayed directly on the face of the eighth.

At this time, the figures of No. 4 and No. 11 also swept behind No. 8. A dagger appeared in both of their hands at the same time. Stab it in the back of the handle. Eight didn't know if he didn't have the ability to dodge or if he didn't want to. Directly let the daggers of Eleven and Four stab down. At this moment, Eight's body paused a little.

No. 8 didn't move, No. 11 and No. 4 didn't move for a while, there was silence in the bar, no one spoke, and all the voices stopped in an instant.

At this time, the figure of No. 8 moved slightly, the moment the figure moved. The figures of Number Four and Number Eleven instantly retreated. It seemed that he was really afraid of the counterattack of the Eight, and then the Eight who turned around and came back was covered in blood. His eyes glanced at Eleventh and Four. The corners of his mouth grinned. "I'll wait for you below." ”

When the words fell, the figure of No. 8 fell down in an instant, but he hadn't closed his eyes yet. Eight still had a glimmer of consciousness left at this time. Suddenly, the eighth found out. It turns out how beautiful it is to be alive, but it's a pity that I'm going to die, and in an instant, No. 8 actually has a kind of desire to tell the world, don't take death lightly. The greatest happiness in life is actually to be alive. It's better to be alive than anything else.

Although Eight had such thoughts, he finally slowly closed his eyes, and in the process, Eight felt the boundless coldness of his body, which was a trace of cold that was desperately drilling into it, as if it was cold to the bones. Every bone seemed to be frozen to brittle. Every time I move, it's like the pain of broken bones, and the pain of drilling into the heart. It's cold, it's cold to the bone. After a while, it turned into a sudden and severe pain, and what was even more terrifying was that she couldn't move her hands and feet, and the severe pain seemed to crush her and break her, no matter where it hurt. Every minute, every second is incomparably long. Eight didn't know what it was like, but the moment he closed his eyes, he knew, it was the fear of death.

Eight doesn't breathe anymore, and I don't know if he said it to Number Four or to Number Eleven. But the number eight fell forever. The scene was only a few seconds long.

The audience in the bar still didn't come back to their senses at this time, and many people stared at the scene in a daze, such a strong number eight, died like this. Many people still reacted a little, and the contrast was too great.

There was silence for a few minutes, and suddenly a loud roar rang out.