Qinghe suffered a loss. When his body was thrown back, he quickly stabbed Zhang Xingyun with a knife.

This just stabbed his spine. Zhang Xingyun made a dull sound and then fell to the ground. A large amount of blood gushed out from his back and wet the marble floor. The strong smell of blood came from Zhang Xingyun. Zhang Xingyun's eyes seemed to dim down.

Qinghe at the moment is not good, his head in the repeated toss hit the pillar, soon the white pillar also left his blood. Compared with Zhang Xingyun, his condition is better. However, he still shakes his body and shouts at Zhang Xingyun, "how about it? Is it my loser now

Qinghe picked up the bomb bags left on the edge and was about to swing in front of Zhang Xingyun. However, a sharp pain came from his abdomen, as if there were scissors twisting his intestines. There were more and more sweat on Qinghe's forehead. It was obvious that Zhang Xingyun inadvertently lost a breath of true spirit when he was fighting with Zhang Xingyun.

Before, because of the good hidden Qi, I didn't find it, but now I rush out of control and hit my nerves.

Zhang Xingyun, lying on the ground, smiles and looks at the withered Qinghe. He asks faintly: "is it hard to see that I am the strength you just have in your eyes? You are so naive! "

Listening to this sound, it doesn't seem to have been seriously hurt. Qinghe's eyes widened in amazement. He tried to endure the pain and asked, "how can you... How can you have nothing?"

Zhang Xingyun slowly sat up and showed a good-looking smile at Qinghe, then a finger supported the whole body suspended in the air, "how? An accident? "

Qinghe is very clear that the strength of the sharp knife just pierced Zhang Xingyun's spine, and he also pushed his own strength to the inside, so even if he is immortal, it's difficult to speak freely. What's more, his expression looks better now than before.

Now, Qinghe has to reexamine the person in front of him. He seems to be a fan. He thought he had understood him, but he didn't.

Now Qinghe has some regrets about his recklessness. If he had not been eager to win, he would not have noticed that Zhang Xingyun had just suppressed him, but now it seems that it is too late to say anything.

Qinghe's stomach was full of pain. He bent down instinctively, but he watched Zhang Xingyun pick up those explosive bags and come towards him. He was sweating more. When Zhang Xingyun was about to throw the explosive bag over, he was stunned for a moment, and then he fled to the back of the stone wall.

That posture is not like a person who wants to fight a decisive battle. As expected, this human nature is still humble in the end.

Zhang Xingyun looks at Qinghe, who has run away. He just agreed that no matter who wins or loses, only one person can go out here. He is sure that the wooden boy is staring at this room in some corner. Only when another person completely falls down, can he open the channel here, otherwise no one can get out.

"Run away? I'm afraid it's late! " Zhang Xingyun rushed directly to Qinghe River with the strength of her whole body.

Qinghe also expected the final outcome, he can not go out, even if he died will not let Zhang Xingyun better!

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