Chapter 794 (1/2)

In the gray sky, the dense clouds became heavier and heavier.

Shan Xiangpeng has ordered people to hang lanterns in the city tower. The lampholders of hundreds of candles are brilliant, and thousands of chaotic shadows are flickering in the night wind at this time.

The lights of the city buildings fluctuated slightly in the wind like streamers, shaking and casting an unstable light.

The two haunted figures under the city were pulled out of various images. Originally, they were surging with dazzling blades and swords. Now they are more and more gorgeous and blurred.

But at the beginning of summer, like Xiao mubai, he also saw the edge determination in the dusty, and gradually fell to the bottom.

Although Bian Ding's moves are more and more tricky, his internal power is not enough to support him to fight with Shi Fuqiu for a long time.

His speed is far from as fast and light as at the beginning, and he began to be controlled everywhere.

At the beginning of summer, he turned to look at a soldier beside Su Qian'an and nodded slightly at him.

In front of the city gate open space shrouded in night, everyone's mind was attracted by this master duel at the cost of life.

No one noticed that a soldier lowered his eyebrows and eyes and quietly moved to their position.

Bian Ding's body has been cut several times by Shi Fuqiu. The bright red blood drops down. The frightening wound is terrible. The new wound covers the old one, and the just solidified blood covers another blood mark. The pain of skin and flesh comes from all over the body.

If it goes on like this, Bian must be slowly consumed by Shi Fuqiu.

Bian Ding himself also found this. His whole body was boiling with blood and killing intention, trying to make the last blow.

The sword Qi attacks people, and the world is full of desolation and desolation. The sharp sword was waved in the wind, and a silver cold light went straight to Shi Fuqiu's throat.

Before the sword arrived, senhan's sword Qi had destroyed the red leaves on the branches. Shi Fuqiu ducked and staggered his throat, but his hair crown was carried down by the long sword and fell to the ground with the red leaves.

Shi Fuqiu danced wildly, roared, rose from the ground and overturned in the air.

The long knife in his hand suddenly turned into countless light and shadow, and sprinkled it on the side.

Whether it's the power of Bian Ding's sword or the power of Shi Fuqiu's ten thousand knives, it's enough to frighten everyone's soul.

The edge is fixed under the cover of Dao Qi and cannot dodge in any direction. The knife awn without dead angle locks him in the circle with the potential of a circle.

In the desperate situation, Bian Ding suddenly realized the real reason for this defeat. Since he picked Shi Fuqiu's hair crown, he had a chance to kill him. As long as he boldly predicted his position and the sword tip moved down slightly, it was not him who was going to die now

Before he died, he broke through the bottleneck and realized the realm. His eyes seemed to see more things, but his sword was not fast enough.

Bian Ding feels no regret and can fight so soundly.

He is very satisfied.

Bian Ding closed his eyes and waited for the moment when the long knife fell.

Just listen to the ”Ding”, sparks splashed everywhere.

At this time, a man approached from the front of the spectator and met Shi Fuqiu's blade with a long knife.

At the moment when the soldier was pressed on one knee by the knife of Shi Fuqiu.