Once again, Shan Lei struck hard, and this time, he unleashed all his strength, vowing to be disgraced.

He stepped on his left foot and kicked it, and the broken sword instantly turned into splinters, shooting into cold eyes.

At the same time, he pounced with a wave of his saber.

"Whoosh—"

The body and the knife seem to have become one.

The knife is an extension of the body, and the body is the part of the knife.

The sword light flew out of the fragments like a flying rainbow, but it was more urgent than the fragments.

Fragments and sword light have sealed all of Leng Bing's path! The power of this blow is simply impossible for anyone to resist, and no one can dodge.

Vicious, accurate, swift, and murderous.

Xu Meng couldn't help but slap the table and said angrily, "Shameless!" qδ.o

The Chanel girl clenched her fists and shouted, "Mountain Thunder, kill her, kill her."

"Die!"

Just as the mountain thunder rushed in front of him, Leng Bing suddenly let out a low shout, and the sword in his hand was instantly raised.

A sword stabbed out.

This sword stabbed out, and the entire ring, as if it had been torn apart, shook out a cold breath of light.

The more than a dozen fragments that burst past the mountain thunder were all shocked to the ground, and the series of sword shadows he slashed out were also suppressed by this sword in an instant.

Shan Lei's face changed, and he already felt a sense of desperation in the knife, but fortunately, he had rich experience in actual combat, and some reactions could flow directly without going through the brain, so he instinctively turned his wrist and blocked the stabbing sword.

However, in the end, it was in vain.

The audience also straightened up and looked at the cold sword in surprise.

Although this sword looks light and fluttering, it is full of feminine but feminine beauty, and it is even like an angry woman pounding the little fist of love on the chest of the man she loves.

But everyone knows that it is a misunderstanding, because anyone can feel it, and if they are licked by the sword, they will die.

"When!"

The saber and the book lady's sword collided fiercely, and the saber shattered inch by inch, and then the arm guard also snapped.

In front of the lady's sword, all physical defenses seem to be a little redundant, like papier-mâché ornaments, which can be broken by blowing.

The lady's sword rushed forward, shattering all the obstacles, and the shattered arm guard stabbed straight into the chest of the mountain thunder.

"What?"

"No!"

Shan Lei's face changed drastically, he already felt the chill of the tip of the sword, it was the cold of iron that was colder than the cold of ice, once it was touched, it would be immediately cold.

He shifted and shot backwards quickly.

Retreating again and again, he had exhausted all his strength, trying to dodge the stinging edge.

"Whoosh—"

Leng Bing narrowed his eyes slightly, moved his feet, and used his right foot again, and the remaining momentum of the sword exploded.

At this moment, Shan Lei felt that his vision was white.

This sword, carrying an infinite murderous aura, seems to have traveled through time and space from the ancient Blood Hell Battlefield, and has been tempered, and suddenly pierced.

It seems that after tens of millions of years of immersion in the sea of corpses and blood, every inch of the edge is full of the resentment of the dead soul, and every wave carries the cry of ghosts and gods.

God blocks and kills God, and ghosts block and kills ghosts.

"What?"

In the frantic shouting of the audience, Guan Wenfei also stiffened his body: "The sword of the nose path."

He recognized the origin of Leng Bing's swordsmanship, which was a great grandmaster's stunt that had disappeared for many years.

It's just that he doesn't know why this young woman learned this lost swordsmanship.

Moreover, he did not have the time and energy to think about these now, and the battle situation on the stage attracted his attention.

"Pounce!"

On the way to retreat with all his strength, he suddenly found that blood had spurted in front of him, and his consciousness suddenly froze.

When he woke up again, the sharp sword had already pierced him in the chest, and the blood was flowing down the lady's sword, and the specially designed blade made his blood flow much faster than after a normal blade injury.

His crossed arms were stuck in the blade of the sword, pausing an inch in front of his cold neck, but he didn't have the strength to move forward for half a minute, let alone break his opponent's neck.

Shan Lei could only see Leng Bing's stagnant eyes, as well as the blood flowing from the sword.

He suddenly felt the hair in front of the tip of his cold nose move, and then he felt a warm current hit his face.

It's the hot breath that comes out of the cold.

"It turns out that this woman can still breathe, and it turns out that he exhales hot air......

He was angry, he was unwilling, but the outcome could not be changed.

He complained, he was melancholy, but everything was doomed.

"Ahh

A muffled snort came out of Shan Lei's mouth, and then he fell straight back.

The blood in his chest spurted out three feet.

His eyes widened, flowing with helplessness and disbelief, he never thought that he would die under the sword of such a thin opponent.

Shanlei didn't expect that the other party gave him three chances, but he didn't turn the tables once.

There was a dead silence in the audience.

Although everyone had been mentally prepared for Leng Bing, they still didn't expect that he would end the battle with a single sword and kill Shan Lei.

This sword is too fast, too fierce, too domineering!

"Tsk, old girl, what are you doing......?"

"Sneak attack on ...... again"

Duan Tian came out again: "This game still doesn't count, re-compare, re-compare, ...... again"

Countless people vomited blood.

Uncle, everyone is dead, and they are still rematched?

How to compare? Is it to pull the mountain thunder back or send Leng Bing down to compare?

The Chanel girl stomped her feet again and again, slamming her fists on the sofa: "I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him......

"In the eighth game, Xingcheng won."

Without waiting for Duan Tian to finish speaking, Guan Wen stood up and shouted, "There is no need to compare again."

No matter how shameless he and Li Jiangnan are, it is impossible for them to ask for a new one, not to mention that the mountain thunder is already dead.

Duan Tian hurriedly shouted, "Don't, notary group, compare again, sneak attack......

Guan Wenfei clenched the teacup with a click, and he couldn't wait to strangle Duan Tian to death.

The host ignored Duan Tian and raised his hand to announce: "Seventh, Xingcheng, win."

Leng Bing didn't look at the mountain thunder on the ground again, she waved the lady's sword that was still flowing with the blood of the mountain thunder, and spoke indifferently.

"Who's next?"

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