Zhao Ying didn't want to die.

No one in this world wants to die, and no one wants to die senselessly.

No matter how much you regret it, such as regretting every moment of slackness in the past years, regretting the choices you made when you were stunned by the momentary profits, or not being willing to be unjust by God, lamenting your fate. But when it comes to life and death, these random emotions, although disturbing, will give rise to some different kinds of courage and unrealistic expectations. It's like losing all the gamblers who don't want to stop or accept their fate, and always want to make a big deal at the table, as if they can't hold back all their regrets and unwillingness.

Zhao Ying, who gradually woke up from the rage and confusion, had a distorted face like a demon coming out of hell, and his back was already wet at the moment, and the wet sweat spurting out of countless pores and the blood that was pouring out of the wound always conveyed two completely different feelings, like a lonely ghost who was constantly reincarnated between life and death, and the emotions of despair and hope continued to breed and annihilate in his heart.

Even if he is really stupid and stupid like a pig, he can see the situation here, and Zhao Ying also knows that if he is so restrained again, he is afraid that it will only be a matter of time before he dies here.

Since he figured out that this was powerful, Zhao Ying was also decisive, without dragging his feet, his right hand counted quickly, relying on the closure of several important points, blocking all the meridians on his right leg, and letting the yin damage energy on the soles of his feet wantonly bite and erode in the meridians of the tricks, holding the ruthless determination to abandon this leg.

After all, compared to life, a leg is nothing.

It's just that despite the determination of a strong man to break his leg, every time he thinks about it, Zhao Ying only grits his teeth with hatred, and at this moment, his hair covers his face and his eyes show a fierce light, and that fierce appearance falls in Jiang Li's eyes, and he really feels three points afraid and seven points disgusting.

Zhao Ying returned his hand to block and fly two flying swords, but at this time, he actually changed his previous forbearance and swallowed his anger, jumped forward with one leg, and fought with Jiang Li.

Zhao Yingruo made up his mind to avoid the truth and make up his mind, so he shrank his head and worked hard as he did just now, and he was a little embarrassed, but he only had to stay up until Jiang Li's aura was exhausted and exhausted, and he could finally laugh until the end of the game. It's just that at this moment, Zhao Ying is both frightened and dizzy, this rare hardness at the moment of life and death is just in the middle of Jiang's arms.

The two of them intersected with each other's fists and palms, and the muffled sound was endless, and the Gangfeng sword qi swept wildly in the field, and the fight was even more of an idea of being injured and easily injured, even if it was hit, it had to pull something down from the other party. In this way, between the coming and going, the two of them each hung a ribbon wound. only looked at Yu Haoxin and Dong Ru dumbfounded, thinking to himself why such a life-and-death struggle looked more like a rogue fight in the market. It's just that the two of them scuffled in one place, and the high-speed transformation of their bodies only left a series of afterimages, which caused a lot of trouble to Dong Yu and the others, for fear that one of the several flying swords would accidentally miss the accuracy and hurt the friendly army.

Jiang Li snorted, and his left shoulder was carried by a palm, although he relied on a sideways body between the electric lights and flints, and unloaded most of his strength when he staggered past each other, even so, half of his arm could no longer be raised, and even his body was a little sluggish, and he was no longer as light as before. Fortunately, the sword in his right hand was not affected too much, and after he swung the sword fiercely, he calculated that he still relied on the benefits of "reincarnation" after all, and made a lot of profits in this round of exchange. The few new sword wounds left on Zhao Ying's body were shocking everywhere, but it was a pity that they did not hurt the vital roots.

Jiang Li hummed and chirped, quite dissatisfied.

Although the two flying swords of Liuying and Mo Lin couldn't open and close in a big way, and they were mixed in the chaos and waited for the opportunity to move, they could be regarded as a slight gain, and they pierced and scratched Zhao Ying's right leg that was inconvenient to move, completely scrapping it, and it was difficult to save the gods when they turned back.

Only the lightless flying sword has no record, and every time it returns without success, it is very listless. First, Dong Ru was distracted and couldn't control the sword as he wished, and it was really Zhao Ying who was very wary of it, and he didn't dare to let it pierce it once no matter what.

Zhao Ying's Confucian shirt had already been torn apart by the fat flesh, and it was cut into countless strips of cloth by the overflowing sword qi, stained with blood and sticking to his body, and flying in the air from time to time with one move and one style, the whole person was like a worn-out prayer flag waving and spinning awkwardly. His eyes were red, and he was snorting greedily at the cool air, and by the shaking of the two fat mouths, a mouth full of spit or blood foamed. There seemed to be a dilapidated bellows hidden between his chest and abdomen, and the sound of wheezing and a heavy, hoarse whistling mixed into a rather strange sound.

At this moment, how can he care about whether he wants to show off the charm of the reader, and whether the cat grandfather who squatted on the side is happy, only swept the folding fan with one hand like a crazy demon trapped beast, and he hated to fight with his life with every move, only stirring up the turbulence of the surrounding aura, and for a while, countless small electric lights in the air crackled, flickering non-stop, and it was spectacular.

Taking advantage of Zhao Ying's frenzied moment, Jiang Li relied on opportunistic tricks to pick out a small red blood flower on Zhao Ying's left arm. was secretly smug and wanted to retreat, but saw that Zhao Ying's fat body showed a rare trace of lightness, and he actually sealed all the retreats one step ahead of himself. The folding fan stretched across the small space in front of the two of them, and the spiritual power between heaven and earth suddenly rolled up like a storm, and the terrifying energy contained in it was extremely violent and rising in this cage, Jiang Li realized that the trapped beast just now was just an illusion and trap deliberately disguised by the dead fat man.

He cursed indignantly in his heart, Jiang Li's face was awe-inspiring as usual, but he didn't think about retreating and getting out for the first time, but he was extremely resolute and extremely strong in the face of the energy in front of him, and handed it in with a resolute sword.

If the storm of spiritual power that was constantly converging and accumulating to a terrifying critical point was compared to a pot of boiling oil, Jiang Li's unexpected sword was more like a spoonful of cold water thrown into a pot of hot oil.

In fact, Jiang Li didn't know the specific means of how to break the game, but he simply felt that since you were going to pour oil on me, it was better for me to go and fry the oil pot first.

There was a loud bang.

The flower pot stand that fell to the ground, along with the scattered broken tree branches, was lifted and blown into countless fine wood chips, spraying and scattering in all directions, and in the chaos, the two figures were separated at the touch of a button, to be precise, it was more like the scene of two leather balls colliding together and bounceing off in an instant.

Jiang Li snorted and flew out upside down, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air. When he landed, he plunged his sword into the ground with both hands, and with a deep plow mark, he took two steps back, and the blood between his chest and abdomen churned.

As a swordsman, with a sword in his hand, he asks about the injustices of heaven and earth, and he can retreat again and again, and he breaks the sword heart in vain.

Jiang Li scooped up his sleeves and wiped the blood foam from the corners of his mouth vigorously, thinking that he had only taken two steps back, looking very satisfied.

The clouds in the world cannot be more than three.

Seeing that the despicable fat man was also taking the time to hurry up and breathe, Jiang Li snorted viciously on the ground, regardless of his injury, he just raised his sword and leaned over, raised his hand is a sword, and slashed towards Zhao Ying's right ribs, thinking that as long as Zhao Ying flashed, he would turn upward in one go and pick Zhao Ying's throat.

Zhao Ying jumped away and was about to slap it with one palm.

Purple light flashed.

Jiang Li's face turned white in an instant.

Zhao Ying's heart jumped suddenly, and he suddenly came back to his senses when he was stunned, but he saw that the reincarnation demon sword was resting under his crotch at the moment, and he was about to slam it up after gathering momentum.

This meaning of time and space.

Zhao Ying was only bluffing, but at this moment, he was in the air, and the new force was not born, and he couldn't avoid this sword no matter how he saw it.

At the moment of sparkling lightning, Zhao Ying's face was hideous and ruthless, and he actually embraced the idea of exchanging his life for his life to surround Wei to save Zhao, and he didn't care about it at the moment, turned his hand and flew a few flying swords that could be in front of him, and then condensed all his cultivation in his hand, and went straight to Jiang Li's eyebrows.

Jiang Li secretly complained to himself, this sword spirit was neither light nor heavy, and he almost drained his sea of qi all of a sudden. At this moment, seeing that Zhao Ying exchanged his life for his life, he didn't have enough spiritual power to use the means of moving and saving his life, and he saw that there was no other way but to abandon the sword and retreat.

It's just a sword immortal, and what is important is the courage to bend rather than bend, although tens of millions of people walk alone. Abandoning the sword in battle, it is rare to have a dust on this Dao heart, and there is no end to what sword Tao can talk about.

Jiang Li shouted violently, glared angrily, held the sword with both hands, and the sword momentum never stopped.

The folding fan in the eyes has arrived.

A white-clothed suit flew by, as fast as lightning, and it was dangerous enough to stand in front of Jiang Li.

This series of accidents happened suddenly, and even the gray cat, who was the protector of the way, was startled, and swept its tail at the last moment, crossed a gangfeng, and hit the fan bone while folding Cao Ru's waist at the folding fan point.

There was also a slight wind, which was dangerously rushed to protect Cao Ru's waist.

There was a loud bang, like thunder on the ground.

The folding fan in Zhao Ying's hand suddenly bent into an exaggerated arc, this magic weapon made of unknown materials, even if it was as sharp as a reincarnation sword before, it couldn't leave the slightest mark on it after slashing for half a day, but at this moment, it couldn't withstand the power of that sweep, and suddenly exploded into a dazzling white light.

Zhao Ying's face changed sharply and he looked down.

I saw that several cracks began at the fingertips, and in a moment they grew more and more, crisscrossing and extending to the palm, and then continued to stretch upwards to spread countless tiny branches. Under the fierce cutting of the wind, Zhao Ying's entire arm was like a fragile porcelain that suddenly shattered, and the skin, flesh and bones were instantly dissolved into countless pieces, and then all turned into powder under the surging spiritual power.

Relying on the care of the gray cat's anxious stroke, Cao Ru finally picked up his life in the afterglow of Zhao Ying's full blow and the turbulence of the aura damaged by the magic weapon, flew all the way over Jiang Li's head, and flipped several times in the air one after another.

Two flying swords fell headlong in mid-air.

Zhao Ying howled angrily, his eyes split.

A purple ray rose into the sky, splitting Zhao Ying's bloated body in two.

Jiang Li raised his sword with both hands and pointed to the sky, turned his head and looked back at Cao Ru with difficulty, his eyes were dark, and he fainted and fell to the ground.