A hoarse voice, like a broken bellows, spoke intermittently: "Lin, Lin Wanfeng, the Blood Spirit Palace... and you, will fight to the death..."
As he spoke, Cui Handi used the last bit of his strength to crush the beads in his hand.
“Hiss!”
The beads shattered, and a bloody little figure appeared in the void, emitting a shrill scream, which carried some special message.
As the bloody villain collapsed, Cui Handi's soul was also destroyed.
"You're right, it was Lin Wanfeng who killed you."
Jiang Zhao nodded in satisfaction. He didn't expect that the people in the Blood Spirit Palace were so considerate and wanted to pass on the message to their fellow disciples before they died.
Cui Handi died, and Jiang Zhao turned his attention to the remaining Blood Spirit Palace member Wei Yue.
At this time, the battle between Wei Yue and Yuan Yiwei was coming to an end.
The combat effectiveness of the eighth level of foundation building is indeed not weak, and Yuan Yiwei is already at the end of his strength.
The long whip stained with blood wrapped around Yuan Yiwei's calf like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.
The poisonous fangs on the whip pierced into it fiercely, and began to move upwards as Wei Yue's wrist shook.
While Yuan Yiwei was stabbing the flying sword at Wei Yue, he threw out several talismans and swallowed several detoxification pills.
However, the detoxification pill did not work at all. Yuan Yiwei's face gradually turned blue and purple, and the poison on the fangs took effect.
Wei Yue shook his wrist, and the long whip pulled Yuan Yiwei's body, drew a long arc in the air, and smashed heavily towards Jiang Zhao.
The blue flying sword came crashing down and cut off the long whip that was tied to Yuan Yiwei.
"boom!"
As Yuan Yiwei's body fell heavily to the ground, blue flames exploded around Wei Yue.
At the same time, a flying sword formed by blue spiritual power appeared in front of Wei Yue.
"Lin Wanfeng, you..."
Before he could finish his words, Wei Yue's face froze with a mocking expression. He looked down and saw that a flying sword with a flame pattern had pierced his chest.
"Tsk, what a mistake. I died too quickly."
Jiang Zhao said with a look of regret that after Wei Yue's body fell, she did not forget to search for it and kindly helped Wei Yue to make a bead.
The pot is ready, Lin Wanfeng, wait for it!
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