There was a loud "boom", and a knife-like palm print was deep in the mire. Zhi Hunt Zhen's back was close to the ground, and he swam out a few feet with the grass snake gray line technique, which was able to avoid the blow of the bloody hand.

"Bang bang bang!" Cui Zhilian slapped his palm and struck again without pause. The fat tiger roared, grabbed a sharp rock and rushed towards Cui Zhilian.

The screaming waves of air and mud continued to explode around Zhikari, and his body twisted like a snake, sliding left and right on the mudflats, sliding rapidly to dodge, and never finding a chance to draw a sword out of the gap. Zhi Hunt really didn't expect that the seriously injured Cui Zhilian would move so fiercely that he was completely breathless.

"Seal!" Cui Zhilian bit the tip of his tongue, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the middle finger and thumb of his left hand interlocked into a ring. A circle of intense blood light suddenly bloomed on the swamp, just surrounding Zhi Hunt Zhen, condensing but not dispersing, circulating endlessly.

Zhi Hunt really secretly screamed that it was not good, if he continued to swim and dodge, he would sooner or later hit the blood-colored aperture. Cui Zhihuan didn't wait for the other party to respond, and let out a long howl, and the terrible sound was like a soul-destroying magic sound, resounding through the swamp, and at the same time, his right palm slapped down, and the phantom of a monstrous bloody hand floated behind his palm.

The Great Blood Demon Technique!

Until this moment, Zhi Hunt Zhen has not yet gained the slightest chance to draw his sword.

When the fat tiger heard the magic sound, his expression was confused, and his pace slowed down involuntarily. In the sea of true knowledge, the eight-winged golden cicada let out a long cry to dispel the magic sound. At the same time, his whole body floated backwards out of thin air, as if an invisible silk thread hung above his head, pulling him several feet higher, gliding through the bloody palm, and passing over the blood light, which was the third body technique that Qingfeng had taught him—the spider silk suspension.

The Great Blood Demon technique failed in front of Zhi Hunting. "Boom!" The air was surging, and Zhi Hunt Zhen was swept out by the aftermath and thrown into the air.

The inevitable blow missed, Cui Zhilian couldn't help but be stunned, and wanted to raise his breath and chase again, his heart suddenly beat wildly, his eyes were full of flowers, his blood was chaotic, and his physical strength was almost exhausted.

The fat tiger came to his senses, and the rock was thrown at Cui Zhilian. The latter, just as he was out of breath, barely turned sideways, the sharp edge of the stone rubbing against his waist, tearing open a piece of bloody flesh.

Cui Zhizhuan can't do it! Zhi Hunt Zhen's eyes flashed, he bounced up decisively, broke his sword and merged with his body, and counterattacked Cui Zhilian's throat.

The three-killing machine sword qi erupted, and the terrifying killing intent invaded Cui Zhilian's mind, making him feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his heart was cold. He was in a trance, and his dim eyes suddenly flashed with a look of absoluteness.

A strange and delicate voice sounded from Cui Zhilian's body, and the muscles, skin and bones, qi and blood, and internal organs of his body expanded and contracted several times in an instant, and his face became bright red as blood.

The sword light came in an instant, and Cui Zhilian's toes spun around, avoiding it by a fraction of a millimeter, and his backhand buckled towards Zhi Hunt's true heart. The movements were erratic, fast and ruthless, and there was no sign of weakness at all.

Zhi Hunt Zhen broke the sword and cut inward, slashing at Cui Zhilian's wrist, Cui Zhilian's shoulders sank, his arm bent down, and his five fingers popped out sharp blood light, shooting directly into Zhi Hunt Zhen's lower abdomen, Zhi Hunt Zhen made progress and swung his sword, and reversed Cui Zhilian's vest...... Both sides are jealous, unwilling to attack each other, both are fast to fight fast, to attack instead of defending, although there is no direct collision, but the move is dangerous, pointing directly at the opponent's vital point.

The fat tiger ran over, only to see two shadows of rabbits falling and leaving, and he was dizzy and dizzy, and he was in a hurry but couldn't intervene.

The blood light jumped vertically and horizontally, Cui Zhilian fought more and more fiercely, and the shot became more and more fierce every moment, and after dozens of breaths, he killed Zhi Zhenzhen and avoided it again and again.

The muddy water splashed one after another, and Zhijia really retreated into the depths of the moor, and the mud layer covering the moss and ferns collapsed as soon as he stepped on it, and the black muddy water reached his knees, and the oily glow gave off a pungent smell that was choking.

In the fierce battle, Cui Zhilian jumped high and stabbed the air from under his feet with a broken sword. The tip of the real sword is picked up and inserted straight into the crotch. This sword is like a lonely peak protruding, and the changes are unpredictable, but Cui Zhilian has already taken precautions, lifts his breath, turns around, avoids the tip of the sword, and raises his right palm like a knife, cutting fiercely at the corner of the opponent's forehead, just when the sword of Zhi Hunt Zhen is at its end.

Zhijia Zhen's broken sword swirled, and the sword that seemed to be at the end of its strength regenerated and changed, and the crimson sword light crossed the perfect half-moon arc, sealing the vital point of the upper body. Cui Zhilian's palm knife shook suddenly, one turned into two, two into four, four into ten, ten into hundred, and countless palm shadows intertwined into a scarlet blood net, tightly entangled with the broken sword.

This is a subtle combination of martial arts and arts, Cui Zhilian makes the water and milk blend together, and it is soft into silk, making it difficult for the three-killing machine sword Qi to exert its power.

Zhi Hunt Zhen drew his sword hard, but there was a strong sticky force from the sword body, and he couldn't move. He used his strength to pump again, and the sword qi of the three-killing machine poured out, and the ground in his hand suddenly lightened, and Cui Zhilian had already dispersed the blood net. Shikari lost his balance, staggered and fell backwards.

Cui Zhihuan did not hesitate to seize the opportunity, a line of blood burst out of his fingertips, and just as he was waiting for a fatal blow, the clear qi in his body suddenly became empty, and he had no more strength left.

Another boulder was thrown by the fat tiger and smashed into Cui Zhilian's vest firmly, and there was a clear sound of bone cracking. Cui Zhilian's throat spurted blood, but with the help of the power of the collision, he accelerated and pounced on Zhi Hunt Zhen.

"Puff puff puff ......" In mid-air, the thousands of pores of Cui Zhilian's skin spewed blood-colored mist, converging into a mighty river of blood, rising up around him, bloody to the sky.

Zhi Zhenzhen waved his sword and looked, Cui Zhilian's face was as red as blood, like an invisible fire burning, and his blood was rising at an unbelievable speed, like a volcano erupting, surging violently, and boiling magma was rushing in a roar.

He was burning all over his body! Zhi Zhenzhen suddenly realized that Cui Zhilian wanted to burn all the jade and die together!

Zhi Kari Zhen was forced to return his sword and retreat, and with a "poof", his feet sank, and he fell into the swamp, and the whole person fell down, and then he lay down and rolled. The blue-black fern moss around him was flattened by him, and a small reed tube was hidden in it, and a few cloudy mud bubbles silently bubbled up.

"There is only one death for untouchables!"

In the roar, Zhi Hunt Zhen looked up and saw Cui Zhilian's eyes like torches, volleying down in the air, and slashing straight at the rolling river of blood with one palm, constantly enlarging in the field of vision.

Silently, a pair of hands reached out from the mire like a ghost, grabbed Cui Zhilian's calves, and pulled them down.

Cui Zhihuan was caught off guard, fell forward, and fell into the mire. With a deafening loud bang, the river of blood slammed down on the place behind Zhi Hunt Zhen, soaring fountain-shaped mud waves, and the strong air flow shook Zhi Hunt Zhen Fei out of several zhang, and his internal organs shook endlessly.

Cui Zhilian was dragged into the mire for most of his body, reaching his chest, and he slapped wildly, struggling with all his might.

"Fat Tiger!" Zhi Hunt Zhen got up, and as he ran into the distance, he took out a fist-sized flint from his sleeve and aimed it at Cui Zhizhuan. The fat tiger also grabbed a flint from his arms and threw it with all his might.

Cui Zhilian looked up to the sky and roared angrily, and the Great Blood Demon Technique surfaced behind his head, and slammed down, causing the surrounding mire to collapse down, and his back pulled out of the quagmire with strength. Ge Shuye, who was dressed in lizard skin and water, was also dragged out of the quagmire, hugging Cui Zhilian's calves with both hands, and never let go.

Two yellow-brown flints flew in a roar and collided beside Cui Zhilian.

A little spark splashed out and landed on the oily mire. "Boom!" the flames rose and spread rapidly in all directions, burning into a sea of engulfing fire.

Zhi Hunt Zhen and Fat Tiger had already fled, and the leaping flames chased all the way, and Cui Zhilian's terrible howl was heard from behind.

The heat rushed from behind him, and the flames spread beneath his feet, tongues of fire curling the hem of his raised robe. He hurried forward, a burning wall of fire blocking his way.

"Little Fat Sheep!" a boulder suddenly roared from the side, and Zhi Hunt really jumped up, jumped on the boulder, and was carried by the boulder and flew out for several feet. The fat tiger breathed a sigh of relief in the distance and continued to turn around and run.

Zhi Hunt Zhen fled to the pre-isolated rocky area, and when he looked back, Cui Zhilian was covered in fire, howling and rolling and fighting, but he was pressed down by Ge Shuye again and again, and dragged into the raging flames.

Ge Shuye was right, the black oil in the swamp really burned at a moment's notice. Zhi Zhenzhen silently looked at the fire of the red swamp, and he had to resist Cui Zhilian regardless of life and death, in exchange for a blow from Ge Shuye, who also did not care about life and death. This is the reason why the pony bandits ask for an oath, and people can only truly trust each other if they trust each other's lives.

The flames grew stronger and stronger, spiraling straight into the sky, and Cui Zhilian's howl gradually disappeared. Zhi Hunt Zhen saw the thin figure of Ge Shuye running out of the sea of fire, ran over in one breath, and lay down on the ground exhausted.

He helped the pony bandit tear open the hot lizard skin, and the corners of Ge Shuye's mouth oozed blood, gasping for breath, and blisters burned out of his bare skin. The two looked at each other quietly for a moment, Zhi Jizhen stretched out his hand, Ge Shuye grinned, grabbed his hand and stood up, the fat tiger ran over and hugged them, laughing, the scorching air around him shining.

"Bang!" the three of them turned back in surprise, and a charred humanoid figure burst out of the flames, staggering and falling, the flames squeaking and burning on him.

"This rabbit cub isn't dead yet?" the fat tiger opened his mouth wide in horror. With a flick of his left hand, the broken sword flew out, stabbing into Cui Zhilian's vest and nailing him to the mudflat.

Cui Zhilian twitched violently a few times, his scorched arm trembled and leaned behind his back, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and pulled out the broken sword little by little. He raised his head, eyes as red as fire, squirmed in pain, and crawled towards the three of them, too slow to see that they were moving.

There was silence all around, except for the sound of burning fires.

The fat tiger picked up the stone and was about to throw it, but Ge Shuye stopped him, shook his head, and said abruptly: "Let him come over, this is the last pride of the disciples of the family." ”

"I still don't get it. Zhijia Zhen frowned and said, "Why did Cui Zhilian catch up with an injury and share life and death with us?"

"As the devil goes, 'The last fire of life can only be ignited with blood.'" Ge Shuye sighed softly, "He can lose, but he can't lose to civilians." Most of his injuries affected the foundation, and it was better to fight to the death than to survive. He clenched his fists and whispered, "One day, I will also return to Dayan and fight to the death!"

"If you can't survive, what's the use of such pride?" Zhi Hunt Zhen shook his head slightly, what he wanted was victory or defeat, never life and death.

Ge Shuye silently looked at the burning sky: "But without such pride, what's the use of living?"

After a long time, Cui Zhilian slowly moved to the three of them. He threw his head up as hard as he could, his eyes widened, his throat rattling, and he couldn't say anything.

Geshu knelt down in the middle of the night and stared into his eyes.

"The one who killed you, Brother Shu. ”

"Clear ...... River...... High...... Clan. Cui Zhihuan closed his eyes in relief and bowed his head.