Casting this curse, there is no possibility of returning to the sky, so it is not forced to the road, the law enforcement team will definitely not use this secret technique.

This is also the reason why the elders and other people are nervous. Does the dragon claws actually give Bai Fansheng such great pressure?

He was actually required to be relative to the mystery.

In the contest venue, as a group of blood fog burst from the body of Bai Fansheng, his attack was not only uninterrupted, but more and more fierce.

The shoulders that were previously photographed by Li Qingbo were also very strangely restored. The two arms greeted Li Qingbo's dragon claws one after another.

This change made an unpredictable hunch in the heart of Li Qingbo in the battle. He wanted to pull away from Bai Fansheng, but Bai Fansheng’s faster and faster attack made him overwhelmed, and there was a kind of evasion. Will die of the feeling of being on the spot.

Alas, as the number of physical collisions between the two became more and more, the blood fog from Bai Fansheng’s body became less and less.

After dozens of moves, every time Bai Fansheng made a move, his face would be pale, and the burly body under the robes would be cut a small amount.

This scene will naturally not escape the eyes of Li Qingbo, but he also feels that the attack of Bai Fansheng is getting stronger and stronger, as if the injury is not him.

"Drink!" The feeling of gloom made Li Qingbo more restless, and his mouth screamed with anger, and the dragon claws screamed and swelled again on the original basis, with the thunder of the thunder, grabbing the throat of Bai Fansheng. .

Bai Fansheng has already seen a strange blood red in his eyes, and he still hides a few gray colors in the deep red blood.

In the face of Li Qingbo's attack, he had no fear on his face. He had already lifted his skinny arms again, holding one hand in front of him, resisting the Thunder Dragon Claw, and the other hand turned into a palm knife and went straight. Li Qingbo's chest.

"Death!" Li Qingbo's eyes were full of cold, and when the dragon claws fell, a blue barrier condensed in front of them.

Although he saw that the other party was already at the end of the battle, he had the lessons of the previous fight, and he did not dare to resist the final blow of Bai Fansheng.

Hey, hey!

The dragon claw was first caught on the arm of Bai Fansheng. There was hardly any hesitation. Li Qingbo’s claw broke the right arm of Bai Fansheng and was fastened to the neck of Bai Fansheng with a swift force.

The two of them were in shape, and Bai Fansheng seemed to provoke the last secret technique. A lot of blood was sprayed from his body, but this time the blood fog was filled with blood and blood, but it was not The blood is red, but there is a little dark gray in the red.

The **** swell of the group was extremely extensive, covering the entire area of ​​the tens of square meters of the two people, engulfing the two figures.

Sudden changes and others frown slightly. This is probably the last blow of both sides. At the crucial moment, they can’t see how the situation in the field will be willing.

Many people have looked at the ancestors of the land above the contest.

Especially the people of the Canglong Pavilion, several elders are still in the body, they are familiar with the secret technique used by Li Qingbo, and more familiar with this dark gray fog is not the means of the Canglong Pavilion.

Not to mention that this mist is full of violent spiritual power, and the spiritual power of outsiders cannot be explored at all.

These elders are eager to know the outcome of the game.

The ancestor who was the referee also frowned. Hesitated for a moment and gave up the idea of ​​finding out. As a referee, he naturally could not interfere with the two players in the game.

I had no choice but to wave my sleeves, and a strong wind swept the gray blood of the group.

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