Meng Shuai didn't have to look at it to know that it was Senior Sister Ni, and he could understand her nervousness, and shook his head and said, "It depends on what he means." ”

Just as Fang Qingyan raised his voice and said, "Meng Shuai, don't you have much to do?"

Then I heard Ding Shuli sneer: "When death is on the verge of death, I am still hard-mouthed." ”

Fang Qingyan snorted and flew out upside down, his chest was dented, and blood sprayed out, not only his clothes were red, but even spots of blood fell on the ground, which looked miserable.

Senior Sister Ni almost cried and said, "What should I do, what should I do?"

Meng Shuai couldn't help frowning, and took the initiative to speak: "Okay, you have blood all over you." ”

Fang Qingyan didn't move, turned his head sideways, and the red blood stains on his cheeks made his already handsome face even more cruelly beautiful, like a skillful work of art, and said lightly: "It's just to bleed." Victory and fruit are wonderful, and they all need to be watered with blood to take root and sprout. ”

Meng Shuai bared his teeth and said: "What a strange thing, I think you are strange enough." ”

The reason why he is still standing still is because he respects Fang Qingyan's wishes and respects the spirit of martial arts, but if Fang Qingyan dies, he can't take care of the rest.

Fortunately, he has enough strength to ensure that he can prevent the tragedy before the last minute.

Fang Qingyan's straight figure was half-hidden in the white mist, like a pine, like a green bamboo, and the blood was like the most beautiful ornament, lining him proud and heroic.

White Mist ......

Meng Shuai narrowed his eyes, and suddenly found that he didn't know when it started, and the white fog in the ring was thick, almost to the point where there was no one three steps away. He was not far from Fang Qingyan, but if it weren't for that dazzling bright red, he could barely lock Fang Qingyan's position.

Don't...... That's the layout?

Meng Shuai lowered his head and saw the blood stains on the ground, I don't know when it started, the blood stains were all over the table, like wild flowers blooming in the grass.

That's part of the layout, right?

If injuries and bleeding and white fog are layouts, then this round is really enough...... Crazy!

Ding Shuli had already risen to the sky at this time, turned into a big bird and rushed down, and roared: "Go and die!"

Fang Qingyan raised his head, and a trace of divine light flowed from his eyes, which was a kind of light that was almost released like relief. Let Meng Shuai see a burst of sadness.

Poof-bang!

The first sound was that Ding Shuli's five fingers pierced Fang Qingyan's body, and then with a bang, Fang Qingyan turned into a cloud of blood mist. A large amount of blood was spilled on the ground, and the blood flowed into a stream, flowing all the way to Meng Shuai's feet.

Thinking of the blood that Fang Qingyan shed, Meng Shuai's heart was cold, and his expression was a little hideous.

The blood was still, and suddenly, a large amount of white smoke came out of the blood, instantly filling the entire ring. Originally, there were still three or five steps of visibility, but I couldn't see my fingers in an instant. Meng Shuai's face changed slightly, and a stream of water gushed out, protecting himself.

At this time, I only heard someone say: "Zhusheng-"

Whoosh whoosh -

The sound of breaking ground and whipping the air kept coming from my ears, and although I couldn't see clearly, I could see a black shadow of astonishing scale faintly born in the white mist, as if I was in a black jungle.

In a blur, a smell penetrated into the nose, and the spirit was clear.

The smell said that the aroma is not an aroma, it is as light as a mountain stream, but there is a kind of freshness like empty mountains and spiritual rain, and there is also a clear height like Lingyun and snow.

Zhuhai ......

Meng Shuai didn't see anything, but with a faint breath, such a picture slowly unfolded in his mind - thousands of miles of bamboo sea, arrows and bamboos are verdant, and phoenixes are forested. It is the Qingming season, the mountain rain is continuous, there is a breeze blowing, and the bamboo leaves are shaking, like a thin dragon......

He was thinking about the wind, and sure enough, a fresh breeze came.

The white mist gradually dissipated in the wind, revealing a dark green.

Sure enough, it's a bamboo forest!

In the ring, I don't know when, a piece of lush bamboo grew, clear and green, straight and straight. After this day leak, even the flowers and plants have lost their color in the ruins, there is such a verdant green, which is refreshing.

It's just that this bamboo forest is not only the green of life, but also the dazzling red.

At the foot of the bamboo forest, there was a bright red, the color of blood. The hot blood that Fang Qingyan had just spilled now became the soil, growing these green bamboos. Except for blood, these bamboos are not attached to the land, and there seems to be a film under their roots that separates the bamboo from the earth.

In addition to the bright red under his feet, there is a little red that is almost demonic in the green bushes.

Ding Shuli fell into the bamboo sea, his body was pierced by the bamboo body, densely packed like a hedgehog, and the blood fell down the bamboo pole drop by drop, but it did not fall into the ground, and it was greedily absorbed by the roots.

This situation is cruel and disgusting, but it has a thrilling impact that leaves an indelible impression.

At this time, Ding Shuli had already regained his human form, his hands and feet were pierced by bamboo, and he was still twitching slightly.

He is still alive, because his head has not been pierced, even if Wan Zhu wears it, he will not die for a while, but he will survive like this, and the real life is not like this.

The rest of the battle had long since stopped, and several people who were dragged into the phantom by Meng Shuai fell to the ground in prostration, while the others were all stunned by such a scene, how could they still remember the battle.

"Wow", Senior Sister Ni spit out, her face was pale, she staggered to hold a bamboo, and as soon as she started, she shrank back like an electric shock, took a few steps back, and shrank to the side.

Silent. Except for the intermittent moaning of Ding Shuli in the forest, no one spoke. Probably they were all afraid of a mouth, and they couldn't help but spit it out.

Meng Shuai was also uncomfortable, and the originally fresh breath of bamboo leaves also became bloody, and he exhaled a long breath, looking for Fang Qingyan's figure around.

Since he unleashed his special move, he should be fine, right? unless this bamboo was summoned by his blood sacrifice and died with the enemy. But Meng Shuai felt that it was not enough, Fang Qingyan's hesitation before was not fake, and he would not fight hard for a Ding Shuli.

So, where is he?

I just heard someone say, "The winner has been decided, hasn't it?"

The man's tone was understated, as if he were watching a friendly match. To be able to say such things in such a tone at this time, only Duan Lingye could do it.

Duan Lingye, who was on the rostrum, looked at the bamboo forest with interest, and his eyes swept to Ding Shuli, just like looking at a handful of bamboo.

Meng Shuai admired him a little, he was so indifferent, it didn't mean that he was particularly ruthless. In fact, how many people have the martial artists killed along the way? The most merciful ones can't say that their hands are clean, not to mention that the One Yuan Ten Thousand Law Sect is the nest of bastards. It's just that other people will have a physiological reaction when they see this disgusting sight, including Meng Shuai. But Duan Lingye obviously had a response system that was different from that of ordinary people, just like another species

Duan Lingye put his hands behind his back and said, "Senior Brother Fang, are you still alive?" ”

There was silence in the field, only the rustling of bamboo leaves.

Duan Lingye said, "That's a bit interesting. If Senior Brother Fang doesn't come out, the outcome of this game is variable. ”

Senior Sister Ni covered her mouth and said in a low voice: "It's all like this, what other variables can there be?"

Her words were very low, even this straightforward little girl did not dare to openly question Duan Lingye.

Then Duan Lingye suddenly turned around and looked at Senior Sister Ni, Senior Sister Ni's face turned pale, and she took a few steps back.

Duan Lingye didn't pursue it, but said unhurriedly: "I said before, the victory or defeat of this game is that someone admits defeat and dies. Obviously, Senior Brother Ding did not die, and it seems that he did not admit defeat. Senior Brother Fang is gone, if he comes out, it is easy to say, make up for it or let Senior Brother Ding admit defeat can be over. But if he is dead and Senior Brother Ding is still alive, then it is Senior Brother Ding who wins. ”

Everyone felt ridiculous, and they wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh - Ding Shuli was so miserable, could he still win?

Duan Lingye said: "Senior Brother Fang, I'll count three times, if you don't come out, I'll declare Senior Brother Ding win." ”

I only heard someone say, "Senior brother, don't joke with me." ”

A person walked out of the bamboo forest, dressed in white and clean, and his face was as white as fresh snow, it was Fang Qingyan. He was so white and eye-catching, it stands to reason that he should be conspicuous, and then no one saw him in the bamboo forest just now, until he came out on his own.

When everyone saw Fang Qingyan, their hearts were cold, and they unconsciously leaned back, as if they saw the second Great Demon King.

Duan Lingye looked at Fang Qingyan and said, "Senior Brother Fang, the means are good. ”

Fang Qingyan bowed and said: "Thank you, senior brother, it's all up to the support of your partners." ”

Duan Lingye said: "Yes, you really thank them." He pointed at Meng Shuai, and then said: "Did you hear what I said? You haven't won yet, you have to let Ding Shuli admit defeat or die, in order to win." ”

Fang Qingyan said: "I will kill him." Meng Shuai, help me. ”

Duan Lingye said: "You need to do it yourself." ”

Fang Qingyan said: "I know, I'll let him help me." ”

Meng Shuai went up to help him, and felt that he was weak and powerless, and he would fall anytime and anywhere, and he was secretly worried in his heart, knowing that he had just made that bamboo forest, which must be a big drain of vitality. Fortunately, it's just a slash, and I can support it if I want to.

At this time, Fang Qingyan's voice was as thin as a mosquito in his ears: "Lend me some true qi." “

Meng Shuai said in his heart: It's so miserable? According to his request, the true qi is constantly sent over.

I heard Fang Qingyan say in a low voice: "I'm sorry for you, I still have something to do, you must support me." ”

Meng Shuai frowned, and said, "Don't mess around." I will do it when I have something to do. ”

Fang Qingyan's voice was weak but firm: "It must be today." ”

At this time, the two had already arrived in front of Ding Shuli. Ding Shuli was already dying, and a finger could poke him to death.

Fang Qingyan stepped forward and rolled up his sleeves slightly.

Ding Shuli's confused eyes suddenly sobered up, and he suddenly bounced up from where he got the strength.

He was wearing dozens of bamboos, and when he bounced up, there were dozens of holes on his body, and the blood flowed like an infusion, Meng Shuai pulled Fang lightly, and the two of them stepped back, not letting the blood splash on their bodies.

Ding Shuli's last return to the light didn't seem to be for the attack, he jumped up, opened his mouth wide, and shouted out four words with all his might:

"Fang's ...... Yuanzhu!"

The last shred of strength left his body with a roar, and Ding Shu immediately pounced and fell to the ground.