Chapter 794

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.

Everyone took a breath, thinking that both of them would become the dead souls of Shi Fuqiu.

However, the moment the soldier looked up, the knife awns all over the sky suddenly disappeared, and Shi Fuqiu's knife still maintained the falling posture, but did not chop it down.

The soldier's knife, however, raised his hand and stabbed him in the abdomen at the moment when Shi Fuqiu did his best to tighten the blade, spraying a column of blood.

The leaves splashed with blood were shaky. Shi Fuqiu looked at the soldier quietly, and the soldier also looked at Shi Fuqiu quietly.

Bian Ding opened his eyes strangely after hearing the sound of "Ding". Until he saw the face of the soldier beside him, his face showed a half ignorant look.

"You..." Shi Fuqiu's face was surprised at first, then calm. Now he was relieved and seemed to be mixed with a touch of happiness.

His hand stroked the soldier holding the handle all the way along the blade inserted into his abdomen.

The soldier pulled out his knife when he tried to hold himself in his hand, with a bloody arc.

"My mother's surname is Fang and my name is Fang Weidong. I vowed to avenge the killing of my mother by myself on the gate of Danfeng palace." In his red eyes, blood burst out, and there was a twist mixed with pleasure on his face, which made his whole person look very ferocious.

Shi Fuqiu, who was originally invincible, lost some vitality after being stabbed in the abdomen, as if he had grown old quickly. After Fang Weidong pulled out his knife, he leaned on the ground with a long knife and knelt on one knee without moving.

Just like the root of a dead tree that has been dead for many years, it is full of gray and black wind and frost traces, but it is full of vigorous lines.

Shi Fuqiu covered the flowing blood in his abdomen with one hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the other hand. Suddenly, he bent his lips and smiled happily: "well, I Shi Fuqiu still have a little blood left in the world."

Bian Ding didn't fully understand until now why the sword Qi suddenly disappeared and why Shi Fuqiu was stabbed in the abdomen by such a person with weak internal power.

It turned out that Shi Fuqiu knew that even if he killed Bian Ding by the knife, the rest would be trapped animals and dead fighting, with no vitality.

Shi Jiajun and other soldiers can disarm without killing, but Shi Fuqiu and his son Shi Jialiang will die no matter whether they vote or not.

Before he persuaded Xiao Yanjun, it was only because he still had some Shi Family Blood in his body, was the emperor's parent-child, and had a glimmer of vitality.

Now under the knife, I saw Fang Weidong's face.

Shi Fuqiu suddenly remembered that he had such a son who committed crimes and meritorious deeds.

If he kills him, I don't know if I can let the emperor be extra kind to him. Maybe there will be a chance to make him a dream bright future in the future.

Since he was dead, he would not use his own death to pave a broad road for his only son who could survive.

Since Fang Weidong was born, as a father, he has never done anything for him.

Never grew up with him, but also brought an indelible shadow to his childhood, so that he almost embarked on a road of no return.

At present, he will trade his life for his future, which is the only and last thing he does for him as a father.

Fang Weidong obviously didn't know how many waves had churned in Shi Fuqiu's heart in this short moment, and there were huge waves. After a lifetime of self condemnation, Fang Weidong raised his hand again as his final salvation.

The vengeful snake in Fang Weidong's heart has rushed out of his body, shouting and stirring his whole blood, and can't wait to meet the bloody pleasure of revenge.

At the moment when the tip of his knife was about to sink into Shi Fuqiu's chest, an urgent voice came from the Mongolian camp: "leave someone under the knife!"