"Let me see how long you can last?" Duan Qingchou smiled ferociously, jumped up, and kicked Bailihan. A dazzling blood mark was dragged out on the ground. Before Bailihan could get up, Duan Qingchou
He stepped forward again and slapped his back.
"Stop, the game is over!" The referee jumped onto the ring and shouted to Duan Qingchou. Everyone could see that Bailihan was no longer able to resist at this time.
"They haven't given up yet, how can it end? It doesn't matter what you say." Duan Qingchou kicked Bailihan one after another with bloodthirsty joy on his face. His face was stained with dots
The blood stains looked so hideous and terrifying.
Seeing this scene, even the crowd in the stands felt a sense of fear in their hearts and became quiet.
Finally, Duan Qingchou paused for a moment, with a look of cruel pleasure, but Bai Lihan was already covered in blood and miserable.
"Get up, don't lie on the ground like a dog." Duan Qingqiu roared with an arrogant laugh.
As he laughed, Bailihan moved slightly, and then he stood up with difficulty, gripped the sword again, and looked fearlessly at Duan Qingchou in front of him.
"You are quite tough, but let me see how long you can keep your toughness?" Duan Qingchou did not expect him to be so tough, and was slightly stunned. He raised his sword, licked the blood on his lips, and said cruelly.
A mysterious halo vaguely flashed on the long sword, and then Baili Han's right arm holding the sword swung away.
"Baili, I understand!" Feeling the mysterious halo, Ling Chuxi had a flash of inspiration in her mind, and instantly understood the secret of Duan Qingchou's fighting spirit, and shouted to Baili at the critical moment.
Bailihan's eyes were dull due to the serious injury, and a ray of divine light suddenly appeared. He suddenly straightened up and slashed out with his sword. This was Bailihan's only remaining strength, but it was also the last-minute effort of a Dzogchen master.
One blow.
The two swords intersected and emitted a dazzling white light. Duan Qingchou had no idea that Bailihan could strike with such a powerful sword even though he was seriously injured. He was shocked and was so shocked that he took a few steps back. A strand of hair on the top of his head was also struck by something as sharp as a knife.
The fighting spirit was severed and floated with it, and Bailihan was also shaken and flew high out of the ring.
After falling to the ground, Bailihan's body shook violently for a few times, but he finally stood firmly on the spot. The figure covered in blood was actually so tall and majestic.
After a brief silence, thunderous applause erupted from the stands. Although Bailihan was defeated in the end, his resolute eyes and unyielding figure have long been deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.
I hope he will be destroyed by Duan Qingchou's sword.
Looking at Baili Han, the envoy clenched his fists tightly, so what if he was defeated, as long as the Nanxia Kingdom still has such unyielding descendants, it will not remain silent forever. One day, the Nanxia Kingdom will become
The most powerful country in the mainland.
"Baili, how are you?" Ling Chuxi and Ling Yichen came to Bailihan at the same time, anxiously checking the injury.
"Do you really understand?" Bai Lihan looked into Ling Chuxi's eyes and asked.
"I understand, you can rest and leave the rest to me." Ling Chuxi nodded heavily.
"That's good." After saying this, Bailihan fell straight down.
"Baili!" Ling Yichen hurriedly supported Bailihan, with worry on his brow.