The battle between the two began, with a loud sword groan.

I saw that the two of them coincidentally crossed the sky and attacked together.

Immediately after, there was a sword that was difficult for people in the True Nine Realms to see, and the sword light was translucent, making the entire sky a little whiter.

The two fought, as brilliant as a rainbow.

The wind and clouds are gone, and the sky is stained with blood.

The two fought, and the morning and dusk were shattered, causing the mountains and rivers to be shattered and the universe turned upside down.

One fought to the banks of the dry Luoshui River, and then fought back to the banks of Shengcai City.

They fought among the clouds, and Panasonic fought each other.

The sword light that was wielded out was like gas, sleeping indefinitely, and it could be encountered everywhere, slender as wisps.

When the two of them fought to the end of the mountain, the thunder on the sword did not flash, and the sky on the sword did not shine.

The sky is dark enough to describe the desperate fight between the two people of the True Nine Realms whose strength is almost the same, and when the mountain flowers are tired of watching the battle and want to dance, the two of them knot, like meteors, cut through the day, and fall back into the city of wealth again, directly smashing a very unlucky inn and the surrounding area into a piece of flying ash and powder.

The two of them parted at the touch of a button.

When they struck each other with their swords again, a woman suddenly appeared between the two.

was so frightened that the two immediately planned to withdraw.

But it was too late, the two swords in front and back had already pierced the woman's body, and the tips of the two fairy swords touched in the flesh and blood of her chest.

The uncontrollable sword aura shattered the woman's vitality in an instant.

Gu Qian saw her face clearly, and her heart ached.

Yan Yu was not familiar with her, so he only said in his heart: The fall of the red face turned out to be enough in such a short time.

After Hachiasa reacted, his eyes suddenly turned red, and the sword move that attacked the smoke and rain became even more deadly and more chaotic.

Hatoasa no longer felt any sensation in the organs of the various parts of his body, so he didn't know that there were two lines of tears hanging on his cheeks.

By the time the two of them were unable to hold their swords again and scuffled together, the immortal qi in their bodies had already been consumed.

Gu Qian and the smoke and rain are all scarred all over their bodies, and this is already the ending that the two of them have recovered thousands of times after breathing again and again.

At this time, they had a feeling that if they forcibly exhaled the immortal qi again and turned it into their own use, their respective organs would be spit out directly from their throats.

Unable to hold the sword, so, punching, whipping legs, horizontal elbows, top knees, claws, throat buckles, all kinds of moves were used by Jiuqian and Yanwanyu.

Unfortunately, these moves can only be used to change damage, and cannot be fatal in one hit.

After all, they are brothers, and they all know how to dodge words when it comes to a fatal blow.

Finally, after the last encounter, he was kicked in the thigh by the dove's shallow leg whip, and his body smashed into a room like a cannonball, and fell into a pile of loose logs.

However, after such a leg, Hatoasa also exerted all his strength, and almost ran out of oil.

The battle between the two was originally their own business, and the blood of an innocent woman aroused the suppressed anger in Hatoasa's heart.

After all, there will be a fatal blow.

Gu Qian looked at the people struggling in the messy wood, a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he used all his strength to jump towards the smoke and rain.

At this time, the smoke and rain are also the end of the strong crossbow, and if he has a lighter wound than a dove, it is probably that the sword wounds on his body seem to be a few less.

However, what is the difference between the visible sword wounds and the immortals of the True Nine Realms?

Seeing the dove swooping towards him, he was furious when the smoke and rain were gone, so he picked up the stool next to him and threw it at the flying dove.

At this moment, a trace of cultivation for some reason was restored, and out of thin air, the strength of the smoke and rain at this time was much greater.

Even if you realize that something goes wrong, there must be a demon, but it's too late to retract when the smoke and rain run out.

Just happened to jump up and down, the stool was picked up after the smoke and rain, and a graceful arc was drawn in mid-air, and it pierced and poked like a knife through Gu Qian's chest, cutting the Gu Qian horizontally to the ground.

In an instant, his body and soul, which were already severely injured and dying, suddenly turned into a pile of soft flesh, and he fell to his knees weakly.

The feeling of infarction in his chest made the dove put his hands on the wooden stool weakly.

Infarction, heaviness, drowsiness, endless exhaustion... At that moment, Hatoasa felt that the world in his eyes was gradually darkening from the color of blood.

The dove hooked the corners of his mouth, not knowing if he was laughing.

He knew that it was finally time for him to die.

Before dying.

Gu Qian turned his head as much as he could, and looked at Pei Sanqian in the distance, holding his knees, sitting on the ground and crying bitterly.

It's a pity that he can't hear any of Pei Sanqian's grief voices.

The woman who broke into the battle just now was Pei Qingsi.

Hachiasa was full of remorse.

The blood and whiteness in his eyes were finally swallowed up by the boundless darkness.

The remnant candle swaying in the wind was also extinguished as the dove's eyes closed.

The smoke and rain used all his strength to prop himself up, and for a moment his heartstrings moved slightly, and he felt a strong emptiness appear in his heart.

Just as Qi Yi did when he fell.

He tried to get up, and then the immortal qi had dried up to the bottom, and more than ten thousand immortal qi buds had fallen silent, unwilling to give him any strength.

Before he could get up, he fell to the ground.

So, he moved his hands and fumbled in the storage bag.

After a long time, he took out a life card.

The smoke and rain followed the touch on the thumb and found that it was covered with cracks.

Fate, cracked?

He couldn't believe it.

Xiao Qian, who has always been blessed with a big life, will he leave like this?

He clearly withdrew his hand.

It was impossible to kill him with every blow.

Yan Yu held the life card tightly in his hand, looked at the Gu Qian, who had no movement on the side, and crawled towards him with the last trace of strength, but when he climbed out of a step, he felt a desperate exhaustion and gasped frantically on the ground.

There was a pain in the left leg.

Only then did he realize that his leg had already been kicked off by the dove.

After holding on for so long, it was just ignoring the pain, and now the last trace of immortal qi stopped in the dantian, how could he still have the strength to perfunctory his body?

The life card in Yan Duanyu's hand cracked gently the moment he fell, breaking the last trace of connection and turning into a pile of sawdust.

Xiao Qian is dead?

Died at my hands too?

The smoke and rain's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what was happening at this time.

He wanted to shout, but found that he didn't even have the strength to cry......

I don't know how long it took, but I couldn't climb after the smoke and rain were gone.

He felt a boundless exhaustion in the sea of consciousness and wanted to pull him into the darkness.

Then, he gradually lost consciousness.

However, for some reason, Yan Wanyu kept his eyes wide open, staring blankly in the direction where Hatoasa was, and couldn't take his eyes off it.

After the smoke and rain were gone, he lay motionless on the ground, I don't know how long it took, and he seemed to have become a dead man.

Finally, he closed his eyes in utter despair.