His clothes could no longer be described as ragged. The cut strips of cloth hung down on his body, making him almost half-clothed.
However, when he stood up and looked in the direction of Lu Dingmo, he saw that Lu Dingmo's last move had left him exhausted, and he was falling on the ruins, weak and out of breath.
The body of the piano was dimmed, and it no longer had the brilliance it had just now. The green greedy wolf in Lu Dingmo's body is ready to move again, but now he has no energy to suppress it.
The move just now was his entire bet. The Twelve Laws of Moves taught by his best friend, coupled with his own Confucian Ultimate Moves, the combination of the two moves could not kill Ying Kui. It seemed that he had indeed lost this round.
Ying Gu stared at him for a while, and then finally realized that after such a cruel fight, he was the final winner!
"……Well!"
Suddenly, he was caught off guard and stabbed through his right chest with a knife from behind.
Blood spurted out with a "pop", and Ying Gu's knees softened and he fell to the ground.
He endured the severe pain and looked back in disbelief.
It turned out that he almost forgot. In this round, he always had to face two people.
Xiao Wanhu had just escaped from the ruins and was in a miserable state. He retracted the blood-stained blade and looked at Shadow Corpse with a sneer.
"This round has been long enough. Isn't it...time to come to an end?"
The hurricane was bleak, and with the rolling sand and rocks pouring down, the battle at the bottom of Lanyun Pavilion was coming to an end.
Listening to the drastic changes coming one after another, Xiaowu felt extremely anxious. The move was intended to kill someone, but Fu Yunge barely blocked it, but was still at a disadvantage.
His sword was already stained. A slight crack appeared in the middle of the sword blade. He couldn't... confront Xiao Wu again!
Both of their bodies seemed numb, but they still didn't dare to relax. The sweat is gone, but the blood is still rolling down. The green bricks on the ground were lifted or broken piece by piece, and the underlying soil covered their bodies.
But just now, after hearing the ultimate move detonated on the top of Lanyun Pavilion, Xiaowu completely lost his patience.
Are adults in danger? Why didn't you see the adults coming downstairs? He was getting more and more confused. He wanted to go up and see with his own eyes. If you were in trouble, he would risk his life to save you!
The blood on his hand slid down the blade. He breathed heavily and stared at Fu Yunge. There was no time left.
The strength of both of them was almost exhausted, and the only thing left was undoubtedly to see whose weapon could kill the other first.
Not wanting to delay any longer, Xiao Wu tightened her heart and decided to give the final blow!
Flying Tiger Owl Eagle Pose. This was his last secret skill to look after his family's fortune, and it was also something Ying Kui had personally taught him.
He stood up from the ground, his arms spread outward, and his scimitar shone like a mottled light when the oil was exhausted. With this move, he must end Fu Yunge's vitality.
Fu Yunge stood on the ground, and when he saw such a risky move, his heart suddenly tightened.
It was difficult to escape, and he suddenly had no choice. In this case, he had to wait and see if God could help him!
He drew up all the energy in his body and concentrated it on his elbows and the edge of the sword. He took half a step back, the sword edge circled half an arc, and the cold light reflected on the ground, like the stillness of autumn water.
The two fought for their lives, and in the final confrontation, the moment the swords collided, a sharp and piercing cry broke through the sky!
The most surprising scene. The two looked at each other, and their breathing seemed to stop at the same time.
The color of the pupils was deep, and the bodies of Fu Yunge and Xiao Wu were still in place.
The knives and swords formed a cross between the two of them, illuminating each other's cheeks like bright mirrors.
No one's weapons were broken, but they were embedded in each other, and a bit of broken iron filings fell gently to the ground.
Xiaowu's eyes widened. It shouldn't be like this. Fu Yunge's sword should have been broken long ago, but he underestimated Fu Yunge's internal strength, which was still slightly better than his.
But there's not much difference. Both of them have used up their true energy at this moment, and they are only relying on their last bit of arm strength to hold on.
Both fronts are about to break. As long as one can be a little faster, one can take advantage of the situation and chop off the other's head.
Such a life and death confrontation made the two indistinguishable. Such a confrontation does not allow any outsiders to interfere.
However, someone intervened.
To be precise, a stone came through the air and broke the balance between the two.
A light and irregular stone is not very powerful, and even smashed a little crookedly. But it really hit Xiaowu's scimitar, and there was a crisp crashing sound.
Before the two of them could realize what was going on, the sword blades that were intertwined in front lost the obstruction of the scimitar, and the force of inertia swung forward, just in time to cut into Xiaowu's throat.
Extremely quiet. The two of them even maintained a confrontational posture. It was not until the broken knife and the stone fell to the ground together, and blood spattered on Fu Yunge's face, that Xiaowu maintained such an unbelievable expression and fell on his back.
Blood flowers sprayed in the air like mist. The moment the handle of the knife hit the green brick, Xiaowu completely stopped breathing.
The blood that had lost its strength was still rushing to the back of his neck. Soon the ground was stained red, looking miserable and ferocious.
Fu Yunge's expression seemed a little surprised. He sheathed his sword silently and looked at his dead opponent on the ground, feeling indescribably complicated.
His hands were still shaking, not only because of the long and exhausted battle, but also because of the joy of surviving the danger.
The scene just now was like a single-plank bridge laid by the King of Hell. He felt completely relieved to have saved his life from the blade that was so close. His muscles were sore, but his heart seemed to be pounding in his throat.
