Chapter 81 The Edge of Death

"Hins..." Su Yong strengthened the momentum of the knife with the help of the action of the spinning body, drawing a dark red arc, and the blood knife successfully made a little wind sound.

"Kka." The blood knife fiercely cut Qiming's wrist as thick as a thigh, carved a deep scar on it, and cut it into the bone. The blood made a "sneer" sound, and the huge wrist splashed a blood mist into the sky like a leaking water pipe.

The two split immediately. Su Yong cut Qiming's right wrist, but he was also severely knocked away by Qiming's huge body. After falling down, a long red trace was dragged out of the blood pool on the ground.

This collision almost knocked Su Yong unconscious. After he stopped his body, he crossed the blood knife, and his fingers gently slid on the blade. The sharp edge cut his finger, and the blood hit the ground drop by drop, so that his spirit could stand up with pain.

He looked down and watched the small blood slowly converge. The snow-white teeth bit his lower lip deeply and tried to calm down the surging of his chest.

Qiming took a big breath on the ground, and the pain on his wrist made his purple face twisted like a fierce ghost. He also has strength, because he is born strong. Even if he loses his internal strength, the strength in his body is not comparable to Su Yong.

It's just Su Yong's sharp blood knife, which really makes him have some scruples.

"The flame of the universe is burning in the critical boundary, and the life lamp of enlightenment will never go out..." The singing of enlightenment suddenly sounded in the silent supreme fantasy.

"Ser your energy," Su Yong suppressed the pain in his chest and laughed, "This is a supreme illusion. No foreign object can be approached here." He stopped and took a deep breath, "Only one of us will live!"

Qiming did not stop.

The voices of young and old are combined into one in the silent fantasy, as if it were the hedge of the ancient Hongmeng era at the beginning of heaven and earth. Su Yong felt a strange pulsation jumping in the middle of his chest. He wanted to suppress it, but he couldn't. There was a terrible force in the majestic chanting, which completely controlled his mind. Every time he read a sentence, he felt that the voice was constantly echoing in his mind, and his mind was in pain.

"Cit up." Finally, he couldn't help standing up forcibly, dragging a bloody knife. He knew that if he waited any longer, Qiming might really use that chant to destroy him. The singing sound was like a thousand whining mosquitoes, spinning around his brain, and he almost lost his mind.

But Qiming continued to sing and turned a deaf ear. Su Yong could only move towards him step by step. With each step, he felt that his mind was more confused, and many things began to be confused. Even if he clenched his teeth, it was useless.

At the moment when he approached Qiming, Su Yong completely became a beast. His eyes were red because of congestion. His muscles were all tightened, and his bones made a violent sound. He roared and rushed to Qiming like a frenzy, and the dragging blood knife actually emitted lightning speed.

This is a simple chop, not a three-strike move, and it is different from any move he has practiced before. But the people under the knife clearly felt that the power seemed to split the whole earth.

Qiming turned over on the ground, and his huge body was as flexible as a monkey.

"What's wrong with me? What spell did he use to catalyze me? Su Yong couldn't figure it out. He frowned deeply and moved his brain hard, but he couldn't find the reason. Blood rushed to the top of his head, and Su Yong involuntarily raised the blood knife again.

He didn't understand what was going on, but a posture appeared so clearly in his mind. He swirled his body and waved his knife, which was still a move that made him feel strange.

The blade of the blood knife and the huge wrist are fighting in mid-air, and the flesh and blood are flying, but the power of Qiming is greater, and his blood knife is also shaken out, making a crisp sound on the light blue ground----

"Dang."

The blood knife was out of his hand. Su Yong felt another casserole-sized fist sweeping in front of him, and the sharp wind seemed to cut the skin.

Isn't this the supreme illusion of complete failure of internal force? Su Yong was a little stunned. Is there anything else that Xuanming Lantern hasn't told himself?

He subconsciously turned his feet and flashed over Qiming's bleeding fist with a horizontal eight-character footwork.

Qiming blocked Su Yong's blood knife with a huge arm and waved his left fist with the pain. Unexpectedly, this punch was still dodged by the other party. At this moment, he also lost his strength and stopped chanting.

The two stared at each other fiercely at a distance of four or five meters, gasping like a beast.

Step by step... Step by step, Qiming's injured hands pressed each other to make the blood stop, and his giant column-like feet slowly stepped to the left.

More than ten meters on his left is the blood knife dropped by Su Yong.

After Qiming's chanting stopped, Su Yong woke up a little. Looking at the other party's behavior, he also cautiously moved slowly in the same direction. Although he lost his weapons, Qiming's hands were full of injuries, and he was not afraid to fight with each other.

Ten meters...five meters...three meters...

With only two meters left, Qiming suddenly took a big step.

Su Yong jumped up at the same time. He did not rush to the blood knife, but to the opponent with ten fingers like claws, and to the opponent's purple neck.

Qiming suddenly stopped, and his right leg swept across like a huge pillar.

This is a perfect fight. There is no flaw left for Su Yong to resist or resist, because Su Yong is in the air at this time.

With a muffled sound, Su Yong fell to the ground, but Qiming slid over and suddenly jumped down, grabbed Su Yong's neck with the remaining two fingers of his left hand, and pressed him to the ground viciously.

Su Yong ate the other party's foot at the waist and only had time to protect one of his hands on his throat in an instant, but it didn't work at all. Qiming's two fingers were like iron hooks. Su Yong felt that his hand bones were about to break, and he pinched into pieces with his throat.

He gradually suffocated and turned black in front of his eyes, but he didn't feel any pain.

He can't feel anything.

"Hahaha, hahahaha, come on! Kill me! Kill me and you can go out!" Qiming laughed wildly.

Su Yong, who was almost weak, suddenly hit his knee, and a sudden hit his purple-red body as heavy as a mountain, making a dull sound. Just as Qiming's claws loosened a little, Su Yong's head kowtowed fiercely. At the moment when Qiming's face retreated half a foot, Su Yong's mouth suddenly opened.

This bite was on Qiming's broad shoulder, and blood splashed out and sprinkled on his face.

Qiming shouted, but did not let go of his wrist.

"Good! Come again! Come again! Do you smell the smell of blood?" Qiming shook his mouth off his shoulder and did not flinch. Instead, he roared at him, "Kill me, kill me and you can go out. I'll see what else you have!"

Su Yong took the second bite, aiming at the opponent's other shoulder.

This bite was hit by Qiming's shoulder, and the bridge of his nose was almost broken, and the blood flowed all over his face.

"Haha, is it still this move, when I can't deal with it? You are dead!" Qiming's ferocious smiling face twisted and terrible, and his round eyes seemed to be bleeding.

Su Yong's arm is not as long as that of his opponent. He can only gritt his teeth and stretch his arm desperately little by bit. At the same time, he has to resist the terrible power of the other party to pinch his throat. His eyes flashed with crazy light like Qiming. The veins of his whole body burst out on the surface of his skin, and his body glowed with a terrible red. He had only one idea in his heart, which was to grab the blood knife first, then push it into the other party's heart, and see the bright red blood gushing out.

The blood from his nostrils flooded his mouth. The salty smell of blood made Su Yong even more crazy. The power kept breeding in his arms, and Qiming's two fingers were pushed in by him.

Qiming suddenly let go of his hand and went down to the other side.

Su Yong closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Wow!"

The crisp metal sound came, and Su Yong finally picked up the blood knife with difficulty.

PS: The next chapter is about 12 o'clock. I'll try my best.

Chapter List