The reason why this situation occurred was because of a miscalculation by Tsing Yike.

Infinite Bi could indeed at least stop that iron knife from three breaths.

The problem is that when Variety Red attacks him with unprecedented fearlessness, as a wife, Infinity naturally senses it.

Afterwards, whether she really figured out why she did this, or whether she was still puzzled, it was natural that she would slow down.

In the end, the iron knife cut through the dust wisps and cut through the sleeves of the Dao without three breaths.

Therefore, when the Tsing Yi guest thought that he could finally escape successfully, he saw the iron knife in the sky.

A roar full of anger and unwillingness resounded through the sky and fell into the peaks.

This was followed by the sound of a whistling crack in the air.

A straight line reached somewhere between the cliffs from high in the sky, and two figures were faintly visible at the forefront.

There was a loud bang, and countless smoke and dust rose from the cliffs, and a hole appeared.

The entire mountain shook slightly, and after a few breaths, somewhere on the cliff at the top of the peak suddenly rose high, and then cracked violently, spewing out countless smoke and dust.

The two figures came out with the smoke and dust, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The two of them fell from a high altitude and entered the cliff diagonally, but they came out from the top of the peak, and they actually chiseled through this lonely peak!

The smoke and dust fell slightly, and it could be clearly seen that the Tsing Yi guest knelt on one knee, put his hands together, and clamped a black and dull iron knife.

The man holding the iron knife was naturally Wang Po.

He didn't turn around, and people seemed to be able to see the precipitousness of the country from his back.

Other Red had also returned to the cliff at this time, broke through the smoke and dust, and blasted towards the Tsing Yi guest with a punch.

And with that, there is the little red flower.

The little red flower is missing a petal, and it looks slightly missing, but the power is still terrifying.

The Tsing Yi guest flipped his hands, blocked the iron knife with a halberd, and stomped his foot, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust, attacking the little red flower.

The little red flower bloomed again, extremely delicate, and made a sharp sound of breaking the air.

That iron knife fell again for no reason!

There was a crisp snap, and the green halberd was disconnected!

The Tsing Yi guest roared, his sleeves blowing up countless smoke and dust, trying to stop for a moment.

But the smoke couldn't hide the color of the little red flower, and it couldn't hide the sword light.

Safflower blooms again!

Iron knife slash again!

Rub rub rub!

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Three unimaginable terrifying auras were born from the cliff and soared straight into the sky.

The clouds in the blue sky avoided in fear, and some of the clouds that drifted a little slower were directly torn into pieces and then dissipated without a trace.

The battle between the powerhouses of the Divine Realm was enough to change the color of heaven and earth.

The soft sound of blossoming and the sharp sound of knives falling kept ringing in the smoke and dust.

Vivid reds alternate with bright lights.

Suddenly, for a moment, all color and light vanished.

There was a loud bang, and the smoke and dust made again.

The ground in a radius of about two miles in the middle of the cliff flat was extremely neatly sunk down half a foot!

Then there was a long dead silence without any sound.

Smoke and dust slowly drifted down.

The first thing you see is the ground that seems to have been crushed countless times, smooth and flat, as if paved with jade.

Then the figure is a different kind of red.

His clothes were covered with cuts, and the blood of the faint Kanazawa was flowing slowly.

He shook twice, his face a very bright red, and then quickly turned extremely pale, presumably with a severe internal injury.

Then, Wang Po walked out of the smoke and dust, holding the iron knife in his right hand, and the sleeve on his left side swayed gently in the wind.

He still habitually drooped his eyebrows and shoulders as before, looking a little shabby.

It's just that because of the broken arm, his left shoulder is now drooping lower, and it looks a little unnatural, and blood is oozing out of it.

In the battle just now, he used his broken arm to slap the Tsing Yi guest, and he refused to let the iron knife slow down for a moment.

Among the powerhouses in the sacred realm of the continent, Wang Po and Variety Red can be called the two with the strongest combat power.

Today they joined forces to fight, and their shots were so tough, and their killing intentions were resolute, leaving no room for anything, and their intentions were very clear.

They won't give Tsing Yi any chance to leave.

They want Tsing Yi to die.

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The Tsing Yi guest's hat had been shattered, revealing the bronze mask with a mysterious feeling.

There was a crack in the middle of the copper mask, straight and clear from top to bottom, it should have been broken by an iron knife, and there were countless cracks in the rest of the place, which looked as beautiful as the surface of some porcelain, but it was not as tough as before, and it looked very fragile.

The Tsing Yi guest's body shook twice, and a dull voice came from under the copper mask.

Blood trickled down the straight cracks, and then spilled out of the tiny cracks, and the picture looked extremely strange and terrifying.

His body had been cut off from all life by Wang Po's knife and a different kind of red flower, and countless cracks had appeared inside, even the Youfu, Xingqi, and even the Sea of Knowledge were already covered with cobweb-like fine marks, which could collapse at any time, so far he had no chance of surviving.

The thousands of ancient trees that had collapsed between the cliffs were still burning, but the fire gradually became smaller and smaller under the dampness of the clouds, and it was thought that it would be extinguished soon. Hundreds of extremely fine clouds of smoke and dust rose from the cliff floor of the peak that had sunk half a foot in unison, looking like a tornado that had shrunk countless times, gradually fading and about to be annihilated.

This Divine Realm powerhouse had come to the end of his life, and no one knew who he was until this time.

The cliff is extremely quiet.

Else-red looked at the Tsing Yi guest.

Everyone's eyes went back and forth between the different red and the green clothes, shocked and confused.

What's going on here?

Wasn't the other red and infinite blue chasing His Majesty the Pope just now, wanting to avenge the murder of his son?

Why did a mysterious Tsing Yi guest suddenly appear? Why did this Tsing Yi guest want to kill Chen Changsheng, instead of helping, Differente Hong stopped the other party, and even at the cost of being seriously injured, he had to attack this person with such a resolute attitude, and even gave people a feeling that they would not hesitate to die together?

"How do you know?"

The Tsing Yi guest finally spoke.

He stared at the other red, bronze mask's eyes were still deep, but they already smelled of death.

As he spoke, Kanazawa's blood kept spilling out of the cracks in his mask, and he had a strange feeling when he looked at it.

"Priest Xin shouldn't be present in Fengyang County. ”

Else's Red stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips and said, "His appearance is too deliberate, it feels like someone deliberately let him be seen by us." ”

"It's really a loophole, or a place that's not perfect. ”

Tsing Yi Ke said: "This is not my arrangement, but someone in your court wants to wash him off by the way." ”

The people on the cliff flat couldn't understand this conversation, but naturally they could understand it.

King Xiang's hands had already left his belt, his eyes moved slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.