The first thousand two hundred and thirty-two chapters halfway through a process XX
The more than a thousand people watching the match fell silent instantly, staring at the field with wide eyes.
"Bang!"
The figure that flew out fell heavily to the ground with a muffled sound.
Under the influence of huge inertia, it rolled backwards several times before stopping.
Wherever it passed, it left a dazzling red bloodstain.
"Qiang!"
There was a crisp sound, and a long sword was stuck on the boulder. Most of the blade was submerged in the stone, and the sword body trembled.
"It's Qi Xianyun!"
"Qi Xianyun actually lost!"
The crowd suddenly became commotion.
The figure that flew out in embarrassment due to vomiting blood was none other than Gentleman Sword Qi Xianyun!
At this moment, Qi Xianyun still had no trace of his previous demeanor. He was lying on the ground in a miserable state, his face was as pale as paper, his lips were colorless, and his breath was extremely disordered.
The clothes on his chest were stained red with blood, which looked shocking.
The sleeve of his right arm had been directly destroyed and exploded by the violent infuriating energy during the previous collision, revealing an arm full of bloodstains and chapped skin. The entire palm had almost no skin, but it was still good. The skin and flesh were turned out and dripping with blood.
Winning or losing can be reversed in an instant.
"puff!"
Qi Xianyun straightened his body up and spat out another mouthful of blood.
He fell down again, and his breath became increasingly weak.
He was so seriously injured that he couldn't even sit up now, let alone fight back. He could still move freely all over his body, but probably only two eyeballs were left.
"Hahaha!"
"Qi Xianyun! You still lost after all!"
Tao Heng laughed wildly, holding a big knife in his hand, dragging the tip of the knife on the ground, and walked towards Qi Xianyun step by step.
The tip of the knife rubbed against the ground, leaving a mark and making a series of sounds.
It's like a death-warming sound, representing the approach of death.
Tao Heng, who had won a great victory, was still covered in blood and his face was pale, but his momentum was burning like a flame.
Like a god of war, he is invincible and frightening.
"Daddy, the one with the knife really won. You are so awesome, okay?"
Qiqi hugged Lin Fan happily and kissed him several times on the face.
The little princess was very happy and looked at the woman demonstratively.
The woman's face was extremely ugly, her hand was holding the scabbard tightly and she was biting her lip.
Not because she lost the argument with Qiqi, but because Qi Xianyun, whom she had always admired and liked very much, lost.
Although the woman's realm is not high, she can be considered a member of the ancient martial arts world, so she naturally knows what will happen to the loser in such a duel.
As Tao Heng said before, the battle between them is not only about superiority and inferiority, but also about life and death.
When the winner is decided, it means that life and death are also decided.
No one spoke, everyone was staring at Tao Heng, their eyes following Tao Heng.
Some people can't help but feel a little regretful. Qi Xianyun is one of the few talented people in recent years. It is almost not difficult to advance to the martial arts master. There is even a chance to reach a higher realm of venerable. It is a pity that he has met someone more powerful than him.
Tao Heng was destined to die here.
Soon, Tao Heng walked to Qi Xianyun's side.
Looking down at Qi Xianyun.
The eyes are neither happy nor sad.
When the sword was raised, it brought up a strong wind and pointed it at Qi Xianyun's head.
After a moment of pause, Tao Heng said: "Qi Xianyun, you and I have been fighting for a year. I have to say that you are a good opponent. Without you, I might have been half a year later before I could advance to Grandmaster. At this point, I want to thank you.
You. But now, everything is over."
As soon as he finished speaking, a bright light flashed in Tao Heng's eyes, and he was about to take Qi Xianyun's life.
At this time, don't talk about old rivals cherishing each other and not being able to bear to attack. Those are all fictional plots in novels. When it comes to holding the life and death of an enemy in their hands, few people will choose to let each other go, and
Tao Heng is also in urgent need of an amazing record to make his name as a grandmaster resound throughout the land of Xia Kingdom!
Just defeating Qi Xianyun is not enough.
But if we add Qi Xianyun's head, maybe it will be almost the same.
Therefore, Tao Heng was determined to kill Qi Xianyun.
This is the cruelty of the ancient martial arts world.
The Gentleman Sword Qi Xianyun, who was so famous before and even caused several female ancient warriors to scream, is now lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, with one foot stepping into the Palace of Hell.
"Papa, do you really want to kill someone?"
Looking at Qi Xianyun, Qiqi suddenly felt sad and asked in a low voice.
Lin Fan sighed, patted Qiqi's back gently, and said softly: "Qiqi, this is the cruelty of the ancient martial arts world. Dad will teach you the second lesson now. The ancient martial arts world adheres to the jungle law of the weak and the strong.
The strong are respected and can do whatever they want, while the weak and defeated can only be slaughtered by others."
"Woooo..."
Qiqi screamed twice, her little head slipped into Lin Fan's arms, and she couldn't bear to watch the bloody scene that followed.
Ling Xuefei's pretty face also turned a little pale.
Although Ling Xuefei's current strength is enough to arrogantly surpass everyone present except Lin Fan, she has never really fought with anyone, let alone killed someone, so Ling Xuefei is also a little uncomfortable with this situation.
Lin Fan took Ling Xuefei's hand, squeezed it twice, and gave her a smile.
Ling Xuefei also held Lin Fan's hand with her other hand. Feeling the warmth of Lin Fan's big hand, Ling Xuefei felt a little at ease, and the discomfort disappeared.
"Qi Xianyun, it's over!"
Tao Heng raised his sword.
The blade is sharp and the cold light shines.
Some women had blocked their eyes or turned their heads, unable to bear to watch the next scene.
Especially the woman who had argued with Qiqi before couldn't help but exclaimed.
Ling Xuefei also quickly stood in front of Qiqi.
Qi Xianyun, who was about to die, did not panic at all. Instead, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly with a hint of ridicule, looked at Tao Heng who raised the knife indifferently, and said: "Tao Heng, do you really think you can kill me?
"
"Um?"
Tao Heng frowned, a little confused.
But he didn't ask.
At this time, it's all done with your hands, no more beeps.
But just when Tao Heng gathered his strength and was about to strike, he suddenly felt an extremely powerful pressure coming down on him.
It's like the sky has fallen.
Tao Heng's face changed drastically, and the knife he wanted to chop down didn't come down.
Because he had a feeling that as long as his knife was lowered even one centimeter, he would be hit like a violent storm.
This feeling has no basis and is purely Tao Heng's intuition.
"Why doesn't Master Tao move?"
"Could it be that Grandmaster Tao has compassion and can't bear to kill Qi Xianyun?"
The people around saw that Tao Heng's knife was still not cutting down, and they murmured in low voices.
Tao Heng's title also became "Master Tao".
"Haha, little friend Tao Heng, can you give me Cheng some face and be merciful?"