The reason for this situation is that Qingyike made a mistake in making a mistake.

Wuqiongbi can indeed stop the iron knife for at least three breaths.

The problem is that when Buyong attacked him with an unprecedented fearless attitude, as his wife, Wuqiu Bi naturally felt something.

Afterwards, no matter whether she really figured out why Boyong did this or was still confused, taking action would slow down.

In the end, the iron knife cut off the threads of the whisk and cut the sleeves without using three breaths.

So, when Qingyike thought he could finally escape successfully, he saw the iron knife coming towards him in the sky.

A roar full of anger and reluctance echoed through the sky and fell into the peaks.

What followed was the howling sound of breaking through the air.

A straight line reached from a high altitude somewhere between the cliffs, and two figures could be seen at the front.

With a loud bang, countless smoke and dust emerged from the cliff, and a cave appeared.

The entire mountain vibrated slightly. After a few breaths, somewhere on the cliff top suddenly rose high, and then suddenly cracked open, spewing out countless smoke and dust.

The two figures emerged with the smoke and dust, and then fell heavily on the ground.

The two fell from the sky and entered the cliff obliquely, but came out from the top of the peak, which actually cut through the lonely peak!

The smoke and dust fell slightly, and it was clearly seen that Qingyi's guest was kneeling on one knee, his hands were closed, and he clamped a dark and dull iron knife.

The man holding the iron knife was naturally Wang Po.

He did not turn around, and people seemed to see the steepness of the country from his back.

Buwanghong had already returned to the cliff floor at this time, broke through the smoke and dust, and punched the guest in Qingyi.

The little red flower was gone with it.

The little red flower has few petals, and looks slightly defective, but its power is still extremely terrifying.

Qingyi turned her hands, blocked the iron knife with her horizontal halberd, stomped her feet, stirring up a stream of smoke and dust, attacking the little red flower.

The little red flower bloomed again, extremely beautiful, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The iron knife was cut down again without reason!

With a crisp sound, the green halberd broke away like this!

The guest in Qingyi roared loudly, and countless smoke and dust were blowing out in his sleeves, trying to stop for a while.

But the smoke could not hide the color of the little red flower, and it could not contain the sword light.

The red flowers are in full bloom again!

Slash the iron knife again!

Rub rub rub!

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...

Three unimaginable terrifying auras emerged from the cliff and soared into the sky.

The clouds in the blue sky were afraid and avoided them. Some of the clouds that floated slightly slower were torn into pieces and then disappeared without a trace.

The battle between the powerful men in the sacred realm is enough to change the color of heaven and earth.

The gentle sound of blossoming and the sharp sound of knife falling sounded constantly in the smoke and dust.

Bright red and bright light alternate constantly.

Suddenly, at some point, all the colors and light disappeared.

There was a loud bang, and the smoke and dust made another sound.

The ground about two miles in the middle of the cliff plate fell down half a foot in an extremely neat manner!

Then there was a long period of dead silence, without any sound.

The smoke and dust slowly fell.

The first thing I saw was that it seemed to have been crushed countless times, extremely smooth and flat, like a jade-paved ground.

Then the figure is a different red one.

His clothes were filled with holes, and his blood was slowly flowing with a faint golden sap.

He shook twice, and a bright red color appeared on his face, and then quickly became extremely pale, probably due to severe internal injuries.

Then, Wang Po walked out of the smoke and dust, held the iron knife in his right hand, and the sleeve on his left swayed gently in the wind.

He still had his eyebrows and shoulders as he used to, looking a little shabby.

However, because of his broken arm, his left shoulder is now drooping lower, looking a little unnatural, with blood oozing out of it.

In the battle just now, he used his broken arm to force Qingyike to take a palm, and refused to let the iron knife slow down for a moment.

Among the strong men in the sacred realm of the mainland, Wang Po and Buy Hong are the two with the strongest combat power.

Today they joined forces to fight, and they were so tough, with a determined murderous intent, leaving no room for leeway, and their intentions were very clear.

They will not give Qingyike any chance to leave.

They want Qingyi Guest to die.

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...

Qingyike's hat had been shattered, revealing the copper mask with a mysterious feeling.

There is a crack in the middle of the copper mask, which is cracked from top to bottom, straight and clear, and should have been broken by an iron knife, and there are countless cracks in the rest. It looks as beautiful as the surface of some porcelain, but it is no longer as tough as before, and it looks very fragile.

Qingyike's body shook twice, and a dull sound came from under the copper mask.

Blood flowed from the straight crack and then overflowed from the fine cracks. The picture looked extremely strange and extremely terrifying.

His body had been cut off all vitality by Wang Po's knife and a different red flower. Countless cracks appeared inside. Even the You Mansion, the Star Orifices and even the sea of ​​consciousness were covered with fine marks like spider webs, which could collapse at any time. So far, he had no chance of survival.

Thousands of ancient trees that collapsed between the cliffs were still burning, but surrounded by the wet clouds and mist, the fire gradually became smaller and it would soon be extinguished. Hundreds of extremely thin smoke and dust were emitting on the cliff square that had fallen half a foot, looking like a tornado that had shrunk countless times, gradually fading and about to disappear.

This powerful man from the sacred realm has arrived at the end of his life, and no one knows who he is at this time.

The cliff is extremely quiet.

He looked at the guest in Qingyi in a different way.

Everyone's eyes were between the different Hong and Qingyi Guest, shocked and confused.

What's going on with all this?

Didn’t Bullying Hong and Wuqiongbi just now be chasing His Majesty the Pope and want to avenge the killing of his son?

Why did a mysterious Qingyi Guest suddenly appear? Why did Bie Yanghong not only prevent the other party from helping him, but even prevented him from being seriously injured. He also acted in such a resolute attitude to attack this person, even giving people the feeling of dying together?

"How did you know?"

Qingyike finally spoke.

He stared at the unique red, and the copper mask's eyes were still deep, but there was already a smell of death.

As he spoke, blood with Kanazawa kept spilling out of the cracks in his mask, looking like a strange feeling.

"Madame Xin should not appear in Fengyang County."

Bian Yanghong reached out to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips and said, "His appearance was too deliberate, and it felt like someone deliberately allowed him to be seen by us."

"This is indeed a loophole, or something that is not perfect."

Qingyike said: "This is not my arrangement, but someone in your court wants to wash him off."

The people on the cliff cannot understand this conversation, but they can naturally understand it.

The King of Xiang's hands had left him with a belt, his eyes moved slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Chapter completed!