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At that very moment, Ling Jun felt that the Seven Annihilations Saber appeared, and at the same time, it erupted with true energy, spinning along with the purple frost.

Poof * * Poof * * Poof * * Poof * The blades of the two stuck together as they were simultaneously struck by Seven Deadly Knives. Ling Jun was stabbed in the back and Zi Shuang Yu's leg. Her long skirt was torn, revealing her snow-white skin. She was moist and elastic, making her look even more bewitching.

Ling Jun used all his strength to shatter the purple frost, slightly raising the tip of his sword as he took the opportunity to attack her wrist. Fortunately, she only knew three slashes. I don't know what else to do. This enemy must not be allowed to live.

Zi Shuang picked up the flower with her left hand and formed a spell. Invisible waves spread in all directions. Ling Du suddenly felt something flash before his eyes. "Soul Stealing Spell …" He quickly retreated and drew a sword and shield in front of him.

With a loud boom, Purple Frost waved his blade, and the sword and shield shattered. He waved his blade again, and a purple light shot straight to Ling Jing's head.

It won't be that easy to split me. "Reihom broke free from her Soul Search spell and faced off against Violet Frost with his sword in hand." "Asura Sword." He was determined to let the other party know the true strength of the loser.

There was only a difference between success and failure between Asuras and Asuras. Victory is not necessarily justice, and failure is not all evil. The bitter experience of a thousand years ago lingered in his mind. Infinite accumulation of his frustration and anger. Although the Asura battlefield had nothing to do with him, he still needed to rely on battle to release his own pain.

Angry Violet Frost, Terrifying Asura. She brandished her blade and rushed towards Ling Jun, completely ignoring his astonishing sword attack.

Puff! The sword pierced Zi Shuang's left shoulder. The scimitar cut into Ling Jun's right shoulder. The two of them looked at each other briefly before simultaneously attacking. Poof. The sword pierced her shoulder.

They were still exerting their strength, trying to defeat and kill each other. Zi Shuang clenched her teeth and turned the scimitar, kicking at her abdomen.

Bang! The two feet collided. Bang! The two were repelled by each other once again. Even before his body landed on the ground, the light from the blades and the shadows had already clashed against each other.

Boom! The powerful recoil pushed them back fifteen meters. Both of them spat out blood. Ling Jun felt blood rush to his head as he attacked again. The stronger the opponent, the more his fighting spirit would rise.

Violet Frost was similarly bloodthirsty. Others blood made her boil while her own made her crazy. The enemy's blood was on his hands and his own blood on his body. Now she was desperate.

Waves of air broke through the bindings of her hair, and her long, black hair cascaded down her bleeding shoulders like a waterfall. The raging true energy was like a storm, blowing her long hair in the air. Eyes like blades, face like frost, eyes like blood. At this moment, she looked more like the legendary Asura.

The wind whistled as the man stood tall like a mountain. His hand was like a sharp blade, slicing through the void. She could no longer see how many hands Zi Shuang had. In front of her were the phantom images of hands. A terrifying suction force was spreading. What was this? A merciful hand? When Ling Du felt that he would be devoured by this power, he simply charged towards Zi Shuang.

Dang Dang Dang, the sword actually couldn't pierce through the phantom image on her arm. What was left was no longer an arm, but an iron arm. Zi Shuang actually wanted to use her arms to strangle him. If not for the Hundred Iron Essence in her hand, her right hand would have already been torn off.

Immediately afterwards, the suction force from the violet frost was even stronger, even within the howling of the wind, there seemed to be a strangling force. Ling Jun slashed out with all his might.

Zheng, Violet Frost's scimitar blocked Zhu Lingjun's long sword, her left hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, grabbing towards Ling Jun's chest.

Ling Quan withdrew his sword and retreated. Chi. How terrifying were Zi Shuang's lily-white hands? Five bloody marks were left on Ling Jun's chest with a single touch.

He only managed to grab a piece of cloth. Zi Shuang waved her hand and continued to attack Ling Jun. She would not stop until she dug out his heart.

Do you still want to do that? The spiritual head felt like it was about to explode. Wasn't it too disgusting for a woman to use this technique to kill people? It wasn't nausea, it was blood. There was a wound to her left shoulder, and blood ran down her arm to her fingers. A bloody hand pulled and pulled, and every move was met with blood. After going crazy, Purple Frost's attack speed and strength increased by more than twofold.

There was a scimitar on the right to clear the way, and a bloody hand on the left to block the way. Zi Shuang had already pressed down her entire body. One had to fall, either the opponent or himself.

Ling Jun dodged a few times, blocked the curved saber with his long sword, and then fiercely swung his left hand at the Purple Frost Bloody Hand.

Her hands were as hard as steel and as sharp as knives. When Ling Jun's palm came in contact with the bloody hand, he suddenly turned and grabbed her wrist. The bone in the spot where the back sword stabbed was fractured. She was still persisting on. Her left hand was still holding onto Ling Jun's wrist, while her right hand was continuously pressing down on the scimitar. In this stalemate, her right hand was her advantage. Because of the injury to her right shoulder, she had already heard the sound of bones breaking.

"She has an advantage in her right hand, but Ling Jun's left hand is a terrifying killing weapon." You can't kill me. " His left hand exerted force and crushed the bones in Zi Shuang's wrist. Under the intense pain, her bloody hands no longer had the strength to lock onto Ling Jun.

The bloody hand loosened and her body floated up into the air. With a whoosh, a powerful force caused her to soar high into the sky. The Spirit in front of him raised his left hand and made a palm strike in the air. His body flew up once again. She hastily brandished her blade to save herself, but it was already too late. His left hand landed solidly on her chest.

Bang She lost the strength to swing her blade and vomited blood as she fell to the ground. Five inside roll, life spasms, the shadow of death shrouds her world. Darkness, loneliness, blood, and slaughter. It will end forever.

An assassin would be killed one day. She didn't expect the day to come so soon.

Boom! The pain from the ground suddenly dispersed the shadow. She was still alive. If he was still alive, he would have to fight. He wasn't feeling well, and the other side wasn't feeling well either.

Jadeite had wanted to rush forward for another sword strike, but his right hand was trembling uncontrollably. Blood had already dyed his entire arm red as it flowed onto the sword.

When the sword was switched to her left hand, the aura emitted from Zi Shuang's body increased dramatically, and the beautiful lady turned into a ferocious Asura. The fingernail on her left hand suddenly extended seven inches. Blood stained her left hand, causing her to feel as if she were holding five blood-red scimitars.

Shua shua shua, her hands continued to move without any pattern, without any technique. It was purely out of instinct. His furious eyes were already showing signs of despair. Even if he had to die, he had to die in battle. Ling Jun's punch was too powerful. She felt as if her life were about to run out. He was relying on his bloodlust to extract every ounce of strength from his body.

The woman in front of him reminded him of a warrior who had fought in wars, and who had burned his life in every battle. There was only one way to deal with such a person, and that was to kill him without any hesitation!

Ling Du felt that his left hand had regained its life, and the time when blood flew all over the place had arrived. "The sword was raised high in the air, and his arms were full of power." "Sky Breaking Slash!"

The sword beam flashed once, but it fell straight down with a destructive force towards Violet Frost, who could no longer differentiate between the two and had forgotten to dodge.

She was still waving her hands, releasing rays of bloody light and endless rage.