Gou is a soldier on the border

Chapter 327 I won, hahahaha (there are three more chapters)

In Ling Yun, the Liuhong sword named after the Lingxiao sword in Li Mu's hands, at this moment, a small, inconspicuous spot appeared on the fiery red sword.

Qi Hui stared in horror at this beloved long sword that had followed him since he became famous.

Next to the dot, a crack suddenly appeared.

Then, the crack spread rapidly, with that small spot as the center of gravity, like a spider's web, covering that section of the blade.

"Snapped."

This tiny voice, in Qi Hui's ears, sounded like a bolt from the blue.

Soon, following Qi Hui, he traveled south and north and took down the famous Liuhong sword, just like that, it broke from the middle.

The front half of the sword body, along with some fine residues, fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Qi Hui stood there blankly, watching the precious Liuhong sword suddenly walking in front of him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Qi Hui who was holding a half dagger suddenly raised his head to the sky and screamed, his voice was full of grief.

After Wang Luo learned the lesson of being distracted just now, how could he dare to let go of such a god-given opportunity.

Holding Kungunir, he stabbed straight at Qi Hui.

Out of Qi Hui's seven orifices, streaks of black energy suddenly gushed out, becoming extremely evil in an instant.

Wang Luo stabbed confidently, thinking that this long duel could finally end, but the stab was in vain.

Then, Wang Luo finally felt the feeling of physical injury.

At some point, Qi Hui appeared behind him, most of his face was covered by black air, his facial features were faintly visible, he was neither human nor ghost, he held the remaining half of the Liuhong Sword, and stabbed into it. Wang Luo's back heart.

The moment Wang Luo touched his body with the sharp blade, he concentrated the energy of the body protector on his back.

Even so, Liu Hong's broken sword penetrated more than an inch of his body.

It was also this instant reaction that saved Wang Luo's life. If the broken sword penetrated completely, the remaining length would be enough to pass through Wang Luo's heart. If that was the case, Wang Luo would be considered a great god , also do not escape death.

"Give it to me, and Liu Hong Sword, let's be buried with him!" Qi Hui felt the sword was blocked, and his hair became pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, which was the kind of withered hair that had lost its vitality. Feeling, wrinkles began to appear on the face.

And the Broken Rainbow Sword in his hand began to emit a dazzling red light, the red light was extremely bewitching, almost like fresh blood.

The red light condensed into a phantom, and appeared on the broken part of the Liuhong Sword, making it seem like it was reborn.

Wang Luo lost Kungunir and picked up his most trusted Chengying Sword again. He had a hunch that if he continued to use Kungunil to fight Qi Hui in this state, he would die a miserable death.

The two swords that were also shining with phantoms were surprisingly similar at this moment. However, the blade of the Chengying Sword did exist, but the missing part of the Liuhong Sword was forcibly produced by Qi Hui with sword energy. Condensed out.

Qi Hui raised the blood-red long sword high in his hand, the sword energy suddenly spread from the sword body, almost 40 to [-] meters long, using the sword as a knife, he slashed at Wang Luo's head.

The 40-meter-long knife slashed fiercely at Wang Luo's Chengying Sword.

Wang Luo moved his feet forward and backward, and raised the long sword in his hands with both hands, the light on the Chengying Sword almost solidified.

Just like that, the two divine weapons intertwined together.

The moment of contact, dazzling light burst out, half red, half white, dyeing the world into these two colors.

The few people watching from afar subconsciously covered their eyes.

Feng Heming finally arrived at this moment, long overdue.

But as soon as he rushed into the battle circle, he was blown into the sky by the aftermath of the move of the two people.

Feng Heming, who stabilized his figure in mid-air, squinted his eyes at the two people in the center of the battle circle, and found Wang Luo lying on the ground, and Qi Hui standing in front of him.

"Could it be?" A bad premonition welled up in Feng Heming's heart.

"In the end, I won." Qi Hui looked at the completely out-of-shape Liuhong sword in his hand, and then at Wang Luo, who was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and grinned.

He threw away the remaining broken sword in his hand, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Under the shroud of black mist, Qi Hui's laughter was as piercing as an old raven's.

"I won! I won! Hahahaha!" Qi Hui was still laughing wildly, but starting from his feet, his whole body was turning into pieces, like a broken gilt rainbow sword.

Until his whole body completely disappeared, Qi Hui was still laughing, but his laughter became as shrill as a cuckoo weeping blood.

"I hate it!"

This is Qi Hui's last words left in this world. All his life force has been exhausted. Although he won the duel with Wang Luo, he paid the price with his life.

Feng Heming was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he couldn't speak. It wasn't until there was no such person as Qi Hui in this world that he came back to his senses and looked at the extremely tragic battlefield.

Because of the last blow of the two, the entire square was punched into a big pit with a depth of one foot and a radius of several tens of feet.

In the corner of this big pit, there has always been someone who is closest to this duel, lying quietly in a corner, unknown to anyone.

"Father! Wang Luo!" Li Yixiao saw two unconscious people in the pit, one in the center and the other in the corner. He hesitated for a moment, and ran towards Li Mu.
"Uncle Feng, go and see Wang Luo." She said to Feng Heming before leaving.

Feng Heming hurried to Wang Luo's side.

The white robe on Wang Luo's body has been torn into pieces, the wound on his back has been cracked, and blood is gushing out.

Feng Heming squatted down, first checked Wang Luo's breath, and found that Wang Luo's breath was abnormally messy, he rubbed his hands, and wanted to help Wang Luo up, but he was afraid that Wang Luo might be injured elsewhere, so he just carefully held the He rolled over.

Wang Luo lay face up on the ground with his eyes closed, his face like gold paper.

"The injury was too serious. In the last blow, neither of them had any strength left." Feng Heming said in a low voice, taking Wang Luo's pulse.

There was nothing serious about Li Mu's accident, but he was stunned by the impact of the two people, and under Li Yixiao's call, he quickly opened his eyes.

"Where's Qi Hui? Where's Wang Luo?" Li Mu opened his eyes, and immediately stood up with Li Yixiao's support.

He looked at the drastically changed square, looking for the traces of the two people, and soon he found Wang Luo lying in the center, but Qi Hui was nowhere to be found.

"Has Qi Hui escaped?" Li Mu was a little anxious, but quickly calmed down, "It doesn't matter, even if he escapes, he will die soon. With such a great consumption, he won't survive an hour."

"Qi Hui is dead." Li Yixiao's tone was a little anxious. She looked at Wang Luo, who was unknown, and then at Feng Heming, who had a solemn expression beside her, and knew that Wang Luo's condition was very bad.

(End of this chapter)