As the blood fog dissipated, the two figures slowly surfaced in front of everyone.

The first thing that appeared was Bai Fansheng's silhouette. At this time, he was already skinny. The arm that was previously in front of him and was ready to withstand Li Qingbo's claws was directly broken.

Li Qingbo's dragon claws have also changed back to the arms of ordinary people. The five fingers are tightly grasped on the neck of Bai Fansheng. The neck that should have been directly pinched is because the bones are thin and thin at this time, but they are not immediately broken.

Even so, Bai Fansheng has not survived.

This scene makes the hearts of the people of Canglong Pavilion and Nanyang Temple relieved.

Win, in front of the secret technique of the Dragon Pavilion, all resistance is futile!

Many people's eyes surrendered to the White House, and some of them were struggling with the look of Nanchang's owners.

When the contest was not started, they chose to stand on the side of the white house, but when they were separated, the hearts of others were secretly regretted.

There are some flusters in the white family. The appearance of Bai Fansheng has proved that he has applied the white bone manuscript to the end. There is only one bone left and right in the body. The body face Dantian has been turned into a **** sacrifice. Means can be said.

However, the elders are still sitting there, and they are sinking like water. I don’t know what to think about in the eyes of Ruili. The eyes are not left in Bai Fansheng for a moment.

"Hey." Li Qingbo looked at Bai Fansheng, who was close at hand, very satisfied with his attack, and his mouth showed a smug smile.

He can feel that there is still a trace of life in this person's hand, but it is only a trace of it. As long as he exerts a little effort, he can directly cut off this vitality.

"Oh," Bai Fansheng has already flashed a sneak peek through the gray eyes, but the muscles on his face have all been transformed into blood, leaving only a layer of dry skin on the bones, this smile makes people scalp Hemp.

Li Qingbo’s eyes flashed in the eyes, and the five fingers tried to end the test.

But then, in his eyes full of killing, there was a horror, the spiritual power that should have been mobilized, and it was empty at this time!

Not only that, he was surprised to find that the strength in his body was rapidly passing.

The horrified eyelids flashed a little fear, and Li Qingbo slowly lowered his head and his eyes fell on his chest.

A thin arm with only the bones left silently into his chest, and the cyan barrier that he had condensed before was still alive.

However, the arm straight through the barrier and inserted into his heart.

"You" Li Qingbo reveals a touch of surprise and unwillingness. He underestimated the final blow of Bai Fansheng.

Feeling the vitality of the body's rapid loss, his eyes kept thinking about the scene he had just played.

Suddenly, Li Qingbo moved his mouth. He understood and understood why he would lose.

At the last moment, the right arm raised by Bai Fansheng successfully attracted his attention and tricked himself into injecting most of his spiritual power into the dragon claws.

And Bai Fansheng himself, almost put all the spiritual power in the palm of his left hand.

The last blow, his protection is to attack, or, from the beginning of the game, he did not intend to live.

I am not losing in strength, but losing to the will and determination.

Li Qingbo looked at Bai Fansheng, who had no vitality in his eyes. The trembling lips squirmed softly, and the voice in his throat was extremely weak. "You, won"