There was a loud "boom", and a palm print like a knife was carved deep into the mud. Zhikarizhen put his back on the ground and quickly swam out a few feet with the Grass Snake Gray Thread Technique, narrowly avoiding a blow from the bloody hand. p>
"Bang, bang, bang!" Cui Zhihuan's palm missed and he struck again without stopping. Fat Tiger roared, grabbed a sharp-edged rock and rushed towards Cui Zhihuan.
Screaming air waves and mud continued to explode around Shikari Zhen. His body twisted like a snake, turning left and right on the mudflat, sliding and dodging rapidly, but he could never find a chance to draw his sword. Zhikari Zhenquan
Unexpectedly, Cui Zhihuan, who was seriously injured, moved his hands so fiercely and fiercely that he was completely suffocated.
"Seal!" Cui Zhihuan bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. He intertwined the middle finger and thumb of his left hand into a ring. A circle of strong blood suddenly bloomed on the swamp, just surrounding Zhihuizhen, condensing without scattering and flowing.
Endlessly.
Zhi Shou secretly screamed that something was not good. If he continued to hide, he would hit the bloody halo sooner or later. Cui Zhihuan did not wait for the opponent to respond. He let out a long roar. The shrill sound was like a soul-destroying magic sound that resounded through the swamp. At the same time, he slapped down his right palm, and a
Only the shadow of a bloody hand floats behind the palm.
The Great Blood Demon Technique!
Until this moment, Zhikarizhen still hasn’t had the slightest chance to draw his sword.
When Fat Tiger heard the demonic sound at first, he looked confused and slowed down involuntarily. Within the sea of true consciousness, the eight-winged golden cicada made a long cry, dispelling the demonic sound. At the same time, his whole body floated backwards out of thin air, as if it were above his head.
An invisible silk thread hung on him, pulling him up several feet. He glided out of the way of the bloody palm and crossed the bloody light. It was the third movement technique that Qingfeng taught him - Spider Silk Suspended Technique.
The big blood demon's technique failed in front of Zhikarizhen. "Boom!" The air wave surged, and Zhikarizhen was overturned by the aftermath and flung into the air.
Cui Zhihuan couldn't help but be stunned when he missed a blow he was sure to win. He wanted to regain his energy and pursue again, but his heart suddenly beat wildly, his eyes were blurry, his energy and blood were rushing around, and his physical strength was almost exhausted.
Fat Tiger regained consciousness and threw the rock at Cui Zhihuan. The latter barely breathed and turned sideways. The sharp edge of the stone grazed his lower back and tore open a bloody piece of flesh.
Cui Zhihuan couldn't survive! Zhi Kaizhen's eyes flashed, he jumped up decisively, the broken sword connected with his body, and counterattacked Cui Zhihuan's throat.
The three-type killing machine sword spurted out, and the frightening murderous intention invaded Cui Zhihuan's mind, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his heart was chilled. He was in a trance, and a look of absolute despair suddenly flashed through his dim eyes.<
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A strange and thin voice sounded from Cui Zhihuan's body. His muscles, skin, bones, qi, blood, and internal organs expanded and contracted several times in an instant, and his face turned as red as blood.
The sword light approached in an instant. Cui Zhihuan twisted his toes, avoided it by a hair's breadth, and clasped Zhi Shouzhen's heart with his backhand. His movements were erratic, fast and ruthless, and there was no sign of weakness at all.
Zhi Kaizhen's broken sword cut inwards, slashing towards Cui Zhihuan's wrist. Cui Zhihuan's shoulders sank, his arms bent downwards, and sharp blood shot out from his five fingers, directly hitting Zhi Kaizhen's lower abdomen. Zhi Kaizhen swung his sword forward, and lifted Cui Zhihuan's vest... Both sides
They were wary and unwilling to attack each other head-on, so they fought quickly and attacked instead of defending. Although there was no direct collision, the moves were dangerous and pointed at the opponent's vital points.
Fat Tiger ran over, only to see two groups of shadows, rising and falling as soon as they touched, making him dizzy and anxious, but unable to intervene.
With bloody light leaping about, Cui Zhihuan became more and more fierce the more he fought, his attacks became more fierce and fierce every moment, and after dozens of breaths, he was killed again and Zhi Shouzhen kept retreating.
The muddy water splashed up one after another, and Zhiqiu couldn't help but retreat to the depths of the swamp. The mud layer covering the moss fern collapsed when he stepped on it. The black muddy water reached his knees, was shiny and oily, and gave off a pungent and pungent smell.<
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During the fierce battle, Cui Zhihuan jumped up high, and the broken sword pierced the air from under his feet. The tip of Zhi Shou Zhen's sword lifted up and penetrated straight into his crotch. This sword was like a solitary peak protruding, and its changes were unpredictable. However, Cui Zhihuan was prepared for it.
Qi, turned around, avoided the tip of the sword, raised his right palms together like a knife, and slashed hard at the opponent's forehead. This was when the power of Zhikari Zhen's sword was exhausted.
Zhikarizhen's broken sword spun around, and the seemingly exhausted sword regenerated and changed. The crimson sword light passed through a perfect half-moon arc, sealing the vital points of the upper body. Cui Zhihuan's sword suddenly shook, one turned into two, two turned into four, and four
Turning into ten, ten turning into a hundred, countless palm shadows intertwined into a scarlet blood network, tightly entangled with the broken sword.
This is an exquisite combination of martial arts and martial arts. Cui Zhihuan used the water and milk to blend together and turn them into soft silk, making it difficult for the three-killing machine Sword Qi to exert its power.
Zhi Kaizhen tried hard to draw the sword, but there was a strong sticky force on the sword, making him unable to move. He exerted force and drew again, and the three-killing machine sword Qi poured out. With a sudden light on his hand, Cui Zhihuan had dispersed the blood net.
Zhikari lost his strength and lost his balance, staggering backwards.
Cui Zhihuan seized the opportunity without hesitation, and a line of blood burst out from his fingertips. Just as he was waiting for a fatal blow, the pure energy in his body suddenly became empty, and there was no more energy left.
Another boulder was thrown hard by Fat Tiger, hitting Cui Zhihuan's vest firmly, and a clear sound of bone cracking was heard. Cui Zhihuan's throat spurted blood, but with the help of the force of the collision, he accelerated towards Zhikarizhen.
"Puff, puff..." In mid-air, thousands of pores on Cui Zhihuan's skin spurted out bloody mist, converging into a vast river of blood, rising around him, and the blood rose into the sky.
Zhi Shouzhen waved his sword and looked, Cui Zhihuan's face was as red as blood, burning like an invisible fire, and his blood and energy were rising at an incredible speed, like a volcano erupting, raging and violent, and boiling magma roaring.
He was burning all his energy! Zhi Shouzhen suddenly realized that Cui Zhihuan wanted to burn both jade and stone, and perish together!
Zhikarizhen was forced to return his sword and retreat again. With a "pop" sound, his feet sank and he sank deep into the swamp water. He fell down and then lay down and rolled. The green and black ferns around him were flattened by him.
A small reed tube was hidden in it, and several turbid mud bubbles emerged silently.
"The untouchables only have one death!"
Amidst the loud roar, Zhi Shouzhen raised his head and saw Cui Zhihuan's eyes like torches. He jumped down from the air and struck straight at him with a palm carrying a river of blood, which continued to expand in his field of vision.
Silently, a pair of hands reached out from the swamp like a ghost, grabbed Cui Zhihuan's calf, and pulled him down.
Cui Zhihuan was caught off guard, fell forward, and fell headlong into the mud. With a deafening sound, the blood river crashed down about a few feet behind Zhi Shou Zhen, creating a fountain-like mud wave, and the strong air current shook his legs.
Karima fell several feet away, his internal organs shaking endlessly.
Most of Cui Zhihuan's body was dragged into the mud, up to his chest. He slapped his hands wildly and struggled with all his strength.
"Fat Tiger!" Zhi Shouzhen got up and ran away, taking out a fist-sized flint from his sleeve and pointing it at Cui Zhihuan. Fat Tiger also grabbed a flint from his arms and threw it with all his strength. p>
Cui Zhihuan roared to the sky, and the big blood demon's technique appeared behind his head, and struck down violently, causing the surrounding mire to collapse. He used his back to pull out of the mire. Ge Shuye, who was covered in lizard skin and water body, was also dragged out of the mire, with both hands
Hug Cui Zhihuan's calf tightly and never let go.
Two pieces of yellowish-brown flint flew towards Cui Zhihuan and collided with each other.
A little spark splashed out and landed on the oily swamp. "Boom!" The flames rose and spread rapidly around, burning into a sea of fire.
Zhi Shouzhen and Fat Hu had already fled outwards, and the leaping flames chased them all the way. Cui Zhihuan's shrill howl came from far behind.
Hot air rushed from behind Zhikarima, flames spread under his feet, and tongues of fire rolled up the hem of his raised robe. He rushed forward, and the wall of fire burning from the other side blocked his way.
"Little Sheep!" A huge boulder was suddenly thrown from the side, Zhihuzhen jumped up from the ground, jumped on the boulder, and was carried several feet away by the boulder. The fat tiger breathed a sigh of relief in the distance and continued to turn around and run. p>
Zhi Kaizhen escaped to the pre-isolated rocky soil area. Looking back, Cui Zhihuan was covered in fire, howling and rolling and beating, but he was pushed down by Ge Shuye time and time again and dragged into the blazing flames.
Ge Shuye was right, the black oil in the swamp was indeed flammable. Zhi Qingzhen silently looked at the swamp bathed in fire and blood. He could only fight against Cui Zhihuan regardless of life and death in exchange for Ge Shuye's same disregard for life and death.
Attack. This is probably the reason why the pony bandit asked for an oath. Only when one's life depends on one's life can one truly trust.
The flames grew stronger and stronger, spiraling straight into the sky, and Cui Zhihuan's screams gradually disappeared. Zhi Shangzhen saw Ge Shuye's thin figure running out of the sea of fire, ran over in one breath, and lay down exhausted on the ground. p>
He helped Pony Bandit pull away the hot lizard skin water cup, while Ge Shuye was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, gasping for air, and his exposed skin was burned with blisters. The two looked at each other quietly for a moment, and Zhikarizhen stretched out his hand.
Ge Shuye grinned, grabbed his hand and stood up. Fat Tiger ran over to hug them both, laughing loudly, and the hot air around him shone brightly.
"Bang!" The three people turned around in surprise. A charred human figure jumped out of the sea of fire, staggered and fell, and the flames burned on his body, flickering and flickering.
"Is this bastard not dead yet?" Fat Tiger opened his mouth wide in horror. Zhikuzhen raised his left hand, and the broken sword flew out, piercing Cui Zhihuan's vest and nailing him to the mudflat.
Cui Zhihuan twitched violently a few times. His charred arms tremblingly reached behind his back, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and pulled out the broken sword bit by bit. He raised his head, with eyes as red as fire, squirming in pain, and crawled toward the three of them.
Come here, it's so slow that you can't tell it's moving.
There was silence all around, with only the sound of burning flames clearly audible.
Fat Hu lifted the stone and was about to throw it, but Ge Shuye stopped him, shook his head, and said sadly: "Let him come over, this is the last pride of the disciples of the aristocratic family."
"I still don't understand." Zhi Shouzhen said with a frown, "Why did Cui Zhihuan need to catch up with him injured and decide whether to live or die with us?"
"As the magic sect says, 'The last fire of life can only be ignited with blood.'" Ge Shuye sighed softly, "The Cui family of Qinghe can lose, but they cannot lose to the common people. Most of Cui Zhihuan's injuries have affected his foundation.
It is better to fight to the death than linger on for a while." He clenched his fists and whispered, "One day, I will return to Dayan and fight to the death!"
"If you can't survive, what's the use of such pride?" Shikari shook his head slightly. What he wanted was victory or defeat, never life or death.
Ge Shuye silently looked at the burning sky: "But without such pride, what's the use of living?"
After a long time, Cui Zhihuan slowly moved to the three of them. He raised his head with all his strength, stared, his throat rattled, and he couldn't say anything.
Ge Shu knelt down in the middle of the night and stared into his eyes.
"The one who kills you is Brother Dayan Shu."
"Qing...he...Cui...shi." Cui Zhihuan closed his eyes in relief, bowed his head and breathed his last.