Chapter 7311 The Last Battle 27

No one is willing to take a step back!

Either you die or I die!

There is a third result, which is... death together!

However, as time goes by, the battle situation is still beginning to slowly tilt towards Feng Ziluan and the others.

After all, there are dozens of holy ranks under her!

Although, these people have fallen half again.

However, they still fought over Ye Qingli's side, and at least 80% of the damage was lost!

Above my head, it was dark at this time.

Almost, it was as dark as ink.

"Don't be with him NND..."

Mo Ziqing knelt on one knee and narrowly avoided the knife behind him.

However, the weapons in his hand were completely broken with a "clang"!

He felt that the last trace of strength was also consumed at this moment.

I don't have the strength to stand up again.

Even the elixir against the sky given to them by Ye Qingli.

It is impossible to add even a slight spiritual power to them!

Mo Ziqing reluctantly raised his eyes.

Layers of blood almost covered his eyelashes.

It made him blurry.

He could only vaguely see that there was still someone kneeling in front of him.

Almost like him, he was exhausted.

"Huangfu..."

"Are you still alive?"

"Boss..."

He said in a hoarse voice.

"It seems that I can't continue with you."

"It's a pity that we originally planned to open Lingyun Hall throughout the entire world of cultivation and let the Five Elements Continent know our name..."

He smiled miserably.

"No matter what, I, Mo Ziqing, are just a grass man from the lower realm."

"But it's worth it to be able to follow the boss in this life!"

In front of him, there were only dozens of holy-level powerful men.

In this battle, they slaughtered 90% of their opponents!

No matter where it is placed, it is an amazing result!

"It's a pity, it's still a little bit worse in the end..."

Mo Ziqing tried his best to fly and leaps up and then rush towards the enemy.

However, as soon as his body left the ground, he fell to the ground weakly!

The meat paste covered with layers of blood completely submerged him.

On the opposite side, the holy ranks were coming with the breath of the god of death.

Each of them had blood-devouring eyes in their eyes.

I wish I could tear these people in front of me into pieces!

God knows how long they have been, and they have not felt death so close to them!

Jun Aohan's long sword was on the ground, looking at Ye Qingli who was protected by him.

Now, the battlefield is full of blood.

There are almost less than a hundred people who can survive.

Moreover, everyone has injuries on their bodies, broken limbs and arms, and the ground is covered with them.

"cold."

Feng Ziluan stood in front of him.

Her face was also very ugly.

After a series of bloody battles, even her saint could not hold on.

This battle is really tragic!

It was so tragic that it was far beyond her imagination!

Now, she realized what Luo Chen’s warning to her meant!

He lost without any wickedness!

If it weren't for personal experience, who would have thought?

A small continent of heaven and star, a lower continent with fewer holy ranks.

It's actually... able to waste so many of them to death!

Feng Ziluan swore that if she could predict the future, she would never have come here so recklessly.

But it's fine...

She still won!

She is the one who stands in the position of the final winner!
Chapter completed!