The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

Clanking, blood splattering, hot and cold strikes, not inferior to the sharp weapons of the magic weapon, the fleshy palm curled up with an internal force as strong as a blade, collided with the weapon specially designed to break the qi, and collided in the air. Gorgeous fireworks danced in the invisible and colorless air.

The sparks were reflected in the two pairs of strangely bright eyes, deeply forgotten, as if to drown half of the hearts of them, on Jun Tianyao's jade white hands wrapped in the strength of the flames, a little bit of blood flew She, but at the moment of flying, she was quickly evaporated into a cloud of blood mist by the fiery internal force, like a bloody dream, her eyes were covered with a layer of colorful veils, her wrists quickly changed into palms and fingers, leaving no trace Affectionately point at the little gap revealed when he swung the weapon at Murong Qi, and went straight to the pair of cold star eyes.

With a finger that looks like green and white jade approaching continuously, it magnified in the pupils, Murong Qi bent his upper body slightly, and then closed his eyes tightly, and the fingertip that was like a work of art brushed his eyelids embarrassingly. , Burning pain in the upper eyelid.

With a wave of his sleeve, Jun Tianyao tilted his body slightly to the left with this strength, dodging the blow from the long sword in Murong Qi's hand, but it was still a little too late, a round nail fell off.

The two of them separated a little distance in an instant, and subconsciously adjusted their breaths to appease the boiling and turbulent internal energy. The cold and fiery internal energy not only generates and restrains each other, but also pulls each other. Although the few moves just now were few, they were tough Fighting, the breath is uneven.

"what a pity……"

Jun Tianyao's Lie Yan Jue has finally achieved great success, and he can adjust his breath one step earlier than Murong Qi. He glanced at the bright red on the man's eyelids that he had scratched with a half-smile, adding a flirtatious temptation to the man, and his lips There was an ironic arc, I don't know if it was a pity that he didn't add a touch of coquettishness to this man, or it was a pity that he didn't goug out the man's eyes.

Murong Qi's hand holding on to the sword trembled slightly, his lips were pursed into a straight line, with a bone-chilling indifference: "If you want to fight, fight!"

Why bother talking so much nonsense, he has already made up his mind that he will die with the man in front of him today, this time, there is no more hesitation, no more hesitation, some are relentless and ruthless.

As soon as the words fell, before Jun Tianyao could say anything, his figure flew into the air, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards Jun Tianyao's neck with ease, and a white icy air visible to the naked eye paused in mid-air and formed an arc. The trajectory is faintly white.

The color in Jun Tianyao's eyes melted quickly, and Murong Qi's reaction made him unable to hold back his hands. He folded his palms together, flicked his fingers, and weaved red vigor into a net. It was Jun Tianyao's curving body at the beginning bit by bit towards Murong Qi who was in mid-air. The man's lips were pursed into a stiff straight line, and a little blood gradually spilled out.

Jun Xiu's eyebrows raised upwards, with beauty and coldness, Jun Tianyao supported Murong Qi with one hand, and the other hand turned into a finger again, pointing at the weak point where the blade of the sword and his palm kept intersecting just now. .

On the blade of Guanghan's sword, a little fire-colored red flower appeared near the middle, the sword in Murongqi's hand trembled slightly, his body suddenly moved to the left, the blade and his fingers passed by, and he finally managed to move again. Occupied heights fall into absolute downwind.

When Jun Tianyao showed a little regretful expression, the sword in Murongqi's hand was wrapped in a layer of transparent ice crystals by the ice force, completely covering the redness of the flames, and he smiled at him with some unknown meaning, no Not to be outdone, Jun Tianyao, who followed after him, approached with his long sword, swinging up and down, without any ingenious moves, but using the most basic moves of the sword, swaying, picking, poking, stabbing, cutting, chopping, chopping. At the extreme, turning decay into magic, using moves to deal with it, running towards Jun Tianyao's outstretched fingers, and after another blow collided, his legs, which were always only used as auxiliary light skills, also moved.

With a bang, the tip of his toe slammed into the gap between the stone slabs, and the three-foot-square bluestone slab slammed into Jun Tianyao's chest with a loud roar.

Jun Tianyao's toes lightly tapped the ground, leaving a faint imprint, his body was like a crane, and he gracefully moved up three feet, which was comparable to touching the stone slab that Murong Qi kicked with his toes.

The stone slabs were torn apart, turned into hidden weapons of large and small stones, flying stones across the sky, this magnificent hall was quickly damaged and annihilated as the two people fought unrestrainedly.

Murong Qi's face was already pale, the stones were misty and bloody, all kinds of obstacles made his wrist wielding the long sword convulse little by little, but he did not retreat but advanced, today either you die or I die, he has already There is no way out.

But at this moment, the fiery internal energy that had been fighting with him disappeared in an instant. When he was at a loss, Jun Tianyao's voice came from a high place: "You lost..."

Elegant and warm, Jun Tianyao's voice was like a gust of magnetic spring breeze, which made people unable to resist being intoxicated. Murong Qi sneered, and looked up at the man standing on the top of the Buddha statue, dressed in white clothes, "We haven't separated yet." Victory!"

Jun Tianyao pressed his left hand on the index finger of his right hand, which was a finger with a piece of nail missing, and he smiled slyly with complacency in his eyes: "I said you lost, so you lost..."

As if he was messing around, Murong Qi's chest was suffocated, and there was a gloomy light in his eyes, he raised his left hand coldly, with the tip of his sword pointing upwards, he breathed out the cold air, and wanted to tell Jun Tianyao the truth, but his nonsense was here Suddenly, there was a clicking sound, and a thin line appeared on the bright and chilly blade of the magical weapon that was found by all means to break the qi in his hand.

Click, click, click, in the blink of an eye, dense lines spread all over the middle of the sword attacked by Jun Tianyao: "Impossible!"

Under Murong Qi's unbelievable eyes, the three-foot-long sword was split into two, and his right hand was holding the broken half of the sword, and he held it tightly with his fingers.

"impossible……"

The sharp blade left a deep scar on the palm without any hindrance, which was very similar to the one that hurt Jun Tianyao in the first place. With the sound of his clothes flying, Jun Tianyao landed firmly on Murong In front of Qi Qi, eyebrows and eyes raised: "Now, do you admit defeat?"

He held his neck high, his jade-white cheeks were stained with blood, and when he smiled, it was dazzlingly gorgeous.

Murong Qi held a piece of sword in each hand, looked at the man smiling like a flower, his icy black eyes trembled slightly, but it was just a ripple in the sea, and quickly dissipated: "You won!"

The Broken Sword turned around and pierced towards the position of his heart without stopping.