No. 80's pupil shrank rapidly, and his face suddenly changed. Yueqing actually used two different weapons to control them!

He hurriedly wanted to recall a flying sword as a weapon, but the Death Scythe entangled the three flying swords with no effort, like a gopher. It would cut directly if it wanted to rush out.

handle.

For a moment, only the clanging clanging sound was heard on the entire horn cage arena.

With the strength of the Death Scythe Demon Artifact, the three flying swords of No. 80 were already covered with cracks.

At the same time, the spiritual energy needle had already reached No. 80, and the sharp lights hit him all over his body, without missing a single one.

"puff……"

No. 80, a mouthful of blood was spurted out, and three flying swords were his natal flying swords, nourished by the blood in his heart. At this time, he was hit hard in the hand of the God of Death Scythe, and his soul was also severely damaged.

But he is also a ruthless person. He has no weapons in his hand, and the mouth of blood he sprays out is his weapon!

The spiritual power was hidden in the blood mist, and the blood mist sprayed out instantly turned into a deadly blood bead and fiercely attacked the spiritual energy needle shot from Yan Yueqing.

The blood mist and the spiritual needle were in contact, and the bright red color turned into a finer blood mist under one blow, and exploded. However, No. 80 was like a tiger rushing straight to Yan Yueqing at this time.

The three flying swords fell to the ground as if they had lost control at this moment. The God of Death's sickle was stunned and stopped hitting it?

But just as it was stunned, the flying sword that had fallen halfway turned into three sword lights and rushed straight to Yan Yueqing, who was facing their backs.

There was a 80th front and three flying swords behind the front, and Yan Yueqing, who was in the middle and very close to each other, seemed to be inescapable.

Lan Yue couldn't help but clench her fist, feeling a little worried.

Xue Yinshuang took this opportunity to look at Lan Yue, who was transformed by the brocade. Seeing that her face was normal, without any nervousness or worry, her hands were also very relaxed, she couldn't help but think: Could it be that she was really wrong? Murong

The girl really doesn't know this person named Yueqing?

The God of Death's Scythe is furious and cheating!

He actually came to cheat in front of it!

A black light flashed and strangled at three flying swords at a faster speed.

However, No. 80 is more cautious this time. Three flying swords are scattered and attacked. Even if the God of Death Scythe can stop it, it can only stop one of them. The other two are real murderous intent. He doesn't believe that Yueqing can fight against each other with one-on-three at the same time.

Two flying swords and his attack.

However, this time, the God of Death's sickle was really angry. A black light flashed on the sickle. One of the flying swords was instantly cut into two by it in one touch, and it dropped onto the ring with a clang.

But the two flying swords were close to Yan Yueqing. No matter how powerful the Death Scythe is, at most it could only block one more.

The audience in the stands were almost unable to control the joy on their faces. Whether it was the attack of the flying sword or the attack of No. 80, Yueqing was dead now!

He couldn't have blocked so many attacks at the same time!

Once he dies, they will win the spirit stone on the 80th!

However……

They were too happy!

While his natal flying sword was cut off by the angry God of Death Scythe, No. 80's face turned pale in an instant, this time it hurt him more than the last time!

Before, the natal flying sword was only severely damaged and was not destroyed. This time, the natal flying sword was cut, and No. 80 could not be suppressed, and another mouthful of blood was about to spurt out...

He was trying to use the same trick again, using blood as a means to attack Yan Yueqing, who was close to him, but he didn't expect that the Death Scythe would cut off his second natal flying sword again at this time. At the 80th, his face was ashes and his body was in a state of stagnation.

He staggered for a moment.

The fist that attacked also paused for a moment in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Yan Leqing's ghostly body movement reappeared. He directly reached out and pressed his mouth, and carried the punch he hit with his body. He was also hit by the only flying sword left on the left, and kicked it with his leg!

"Bang!"

A heavy knee hit the bull's eye!

If the physical cultivation has strong physical fitness, then he will use the physical strength of the physical cultivation to lift his knee and hit him!

"Ao..."

Even though he was as strong as No. 80, he couldn't help but lie down under the knee of the dying son and the grandson. The flying sword that had already stabbed into Yan Leqing's arm suddenly lost control and could no longer enter.

The number 80 destroyed two flying swords in a row, and the severe pain between his legs at this time made him look as if he was ashes, but also a large number of sweat beads uncontrollably emerged from his forehead. The sweat beads dripped into his congested eyes, and

It flowed out along the corners of her eyes...

"Is this...being beaten to cry?"

Someone whispered to the people beside him.

In the audience, the cheers that had been prepared were pressed at this moment.

The people around looked at the person who was talking. The pain of life that cannot tolerate would be tolerated by anyone else!

Almost the moment they saw Yue Qing lifting her legs, they subconsciously felt that it was going to be bad!

Yueqing's legs are called "breaking sons and grandsons" and "breaking legs" are not excessive!

After all, from the beginning to the ninth game, Yueqing's attack on this position, whether it is boxing or leg skills, it is a hit every time, and one blow is fatal!

I never missed it!

And the tenth session that the Floating Chamber of Commerce focused on preparing...

How to say it, they suddenly felt that the loss of No. 80 was a bit unexpected, but also seemed strangely reasonable.

The female audience wanted to laugh, but wanted to cry again. What was laughing was that the peerless beauty below was saved, and what was crying was... They spent a lot of money to buy No. 80 to win, but the heavy money... was gone!

Yan Leqing had a cold face and pulled the cracked flying sword out of his arm. The blood instantly dyed the sleeves of Senior Brother Yan's sleeves red. He looked at the eighty lying on the ring coldly, and looked at him again.

Look at the flying sword in your hand.

No. 80 seemed to have anticipated what he wanted to do, and a huge fear burst out in his eyes and he shouted with difficulty: "No, don't!"

Just as he said "Don't" he shattered the flying sword that was already full of cracks, and the last flying sword No. 80 was gone.

"puff……"

On the eighty, he could no longer control the blood spit out again. This time, he was really just vomiting blood.

The destruction of all the flying swords in his life is equivalent to directly destroying most of his life and most of his cultivation.

But No. 80 looked at the person standing in front of him with a broken sword, and felt frightened. The broken sword blade flashed with a cold light. It would be enough to take his life!

"I, admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

On the 80th, he hurriedly begged for mercy. He knew that as long as the person in front of him would spare his life if he begs for mercy!

Yan Yueqing looked at him without any expression, and slowly turned around as he waited for a torment.

This is letting him go!

No. 80 suddenly felt relieved, and as Yan Yueqing turned his back to him and facing the audience, and as the corner cage slowly took off, the people who were about to carry their arena walked out of the corner gate.
Chapter completed!