No. 80's pupils shrank and his expression suddenly changed. This Yue Qing was actually concentrating on controlling two different weapons!

He hurriedly tried to recall a flying sword as a weapon. However, the Death Scythe effortlessly entangled the three flying swords, like whack-a-mole. Whichever flying sword wanted to rush out, it would directly cut them.

handle.

For a moment, the only sound heard in the entire corner cage arena was the sound of constant hammering.

With the strength of the Death Scythe, the sword body of No. 80's three flying swords was soon covered with cracks.

At the same time, the spiritual energy needle had also been forced in front of No. 80, and bits of light covered his whole body, leaving no trace behind.

"puff……"

No. 80 spurted out a mouthful of blood. The three flying swords were his natal flying swords, nourished with the blood of his heart. At this time, he was hit hard by the death scythe, and his soul was also hit hard.

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

The spiritual power is contained in the blood mist, and the blood mist sprayed out instantly turns into deadly blood beads to fiercely fight back the spiritual energy needle shot by Yan Yueqing.

The blood mist and the spiritual energy needle collided, and the bright red color turned into finer blood mist and exploded with a single blow. At this moment, No. 80 was like a tiger rushing towards Yanyueqing.

The three flying swords seemed to have lost control at this moment and fell to the ground. The Death Scythe was stunned and stopped fighting?

But just when it was stunned, the flying sword that had fallen halfway turned into three sword lights and struck directly at the back of Yanyueqing, who was facing away from them.

There was a direct attack from No. 80 in front of him, and three flying swords stabbed him in the back. Yan Yueqing, who was among them and very close to him, seemed to be unable to escape.

Lan Yue's hands clenched involuntarily, feeling a little worried.

Xue Yinshuang took this opportunity to look at Lan Yue, who had transformed into a brocade. Seeing that her face was as usual, without any trace of nervousness or worry, and her hands were also very relaxed, she couldn't help but think to herself: Could it be that she really thought wrong? Murong

The girl really doesn’t know this guy named Yueqing?

The Death Scythe is furious and deceitful!

You actually cheated in front of it!

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

It's just that No. 80 was more cautious this time. Three flying swords flew away and attacked. Even if the Death Scythe could stop it, it could only stop one of them. The other two were real murderous intentions. He didn't believe that Yueqing could fight against three at the same time one on one.

Two flying swords and his attacks.

However, this time, the Death Scythe was really angry. A black light flashed on the scythe, and one of the flying swords was instantly cut into two by the touch, and fell to the ring with a clang.

But those two flying swords were already very close to Yanyueqing. No matter how powerful the death scythe was, they could only block one more.

The audience in the stands could hardly control the joy on their faces. Whether it was Feijian's attack or No. 80's attack, Yueqing was dead now!

There is no way he can block so many attacks at the same time!

Once he dies and No. 80 wins, they will also win the spirit stone!

However……

They are happy too early!

When the natal flying sword was directly cut off by the furious Death Scythe, No. 80's face instantly turned pale. This time the damage to him was more serious than last time!

Before, the natal flying sword was only severely damaged but not destroyed. But this time, the natal flying sword was chopped off. No. 80 could not hold back, and another mouthful of blood was about to spurt out...

He was about to repeat his old trick, using blood as a means to attack Yan Yueqing who was close to him, but he didn't expect the death sickle to cut off his second flying sword again at this moment. No. 80's face was ashen in an instant, and his body was helpless.

Controlling the ground staggered for a moment.

The punch that was struck also paused for a moment in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Yan Yueqing's ghostly body skills reappeared, and he directly reached out to hold his mouth, using his body to withstand his punch, and also withstood a blow from the only flying sword left on the left, and kicked his leg!

"Bang!"

A heavy knee, hitting the target!

If the body cultivator is physically strong, then he will use the body strength of the body cultivator to lift his knee and hit him!

"Ouch..."

Even though he was as strong as No. 80, he couldn't help but lay down under the knee of this severing descendant. The flying sword that had already pierced Yan Yueqing's arm suddenly lost control and could no longer penetrate.

No. 80 destroyed two flying swords in a row and the severe pain between his legs made him not only look ashen, but also had uncontrollable sweat beads on his forehead. The sweat beads dripped into his bloodshot eyes.

It flowed out from the corner of my eyes...

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

Someone whispered to the person next to him.

In the audience, the cheers that had been prepared seemed to have been pressed on the mute button at this moment.

The people around looked at the speaker. This kind of pain that life cannot tolerate would make anyone cry!

Almost as soon as they saw Yueqing's legs raised, they subconsciously felt that something bad was going to happen!

Yueqing’s legs can be called the legs that cut off children and grandchildren.

After all, from the opening to the ninth game, whether Yueqing attacked this position with boxing or kicking, it was a perfect shot and a fatal blow!

Never failed!

And this is the tenth game that the Floating Chamber of Commerce is preparing for...

How should I put it, they suddenly felt that No. 80's loss was a bit unexpected, but also seemed strangely reasonable.

The female audience wanted to laugh, but also wanted to cry. What they laughed about was that they had saved the stunning beauty below, but what they cried about was... they spent a lot of money to buy the number 80 to win, but in the end, the huge amount of money... was gone!

With a cold face, Yan Leqing pulled out the cracked flying sword from his arm. The blood instantly dyed Senior Brother Yan's sleeves red. He looked coldly at No. 80, who was lying curled up on the ring, and then looked at

Look at the flying sword in his hand.

No. 80 seemed to have anticipated what he wanted to do. Huge panic instantly burst out in his eyes, and he shouted with difficulty: "No, no!"

Just as he said "Farewell", Yan Yueqing crushed the flying sword that was already full of cracks. The last flying sword of No. 80 was gone.

"puff……"

No. 80 could no longer control himself and vomited blood again. This time, it was pure vomiting of blood.

The destruction of his natal flying sword was equivalent to directly wiping out most of his life and most of his cultivation.

But No. 80 looked at the man standing in front of him with a broken sword, and felt frightened. The broken sword's blade shone with a cold light. If he wanted to take his life, it would be enough!

"I, give up, I give up!"

Number 80 hurriedly begged for mercy. He knew that as long as the man in front of him begged for mercy, he would spare his life!

Yan Yueqing looked at him expressionlessly, and slowly turned around while he waited in agony.

Let him go!

No. 80 suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He watched Yan Yueqing turn his back to him and face the audience. He also watched the corner cage slowly rise into the sky, and the people who were going to lift his arena also walked out of the corner door.
Chapter completed!