C521 A Tragic Battle

Time flew by.

The fifth battle had already begun for the thirtieth battle, which meant that one-sixth of the battle had already passed.

On the platform, Qi Mo was covered in blood. If his clothes were soaked in the river, it would definitely turn the river from clear to blood red.

Qi Mo had never fought in the first four matches. Those people surrendered as soon as they came up. Some even shouted from below, not even needing to go onto the life and death arena.

When the fifth person came up, he remembered what Xu Qing said. "Give way too. It's time for the show to begin. "

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The person standing on the stage was an old member of the inner circle of Ancient Dragon Party. He was a level 8 swordsman. Compared to Qi Mo, he was a level 8 swordsman. He was even a level higher than Qi Mo.

A level eight swordsman versus a Seventh Level of Sword Master Stage. This was the root of it all! The only outcome would be "torture. " In fact, it was the same. From beginning to end, the entire platform was occupied by Qi Mo's attacks. At first glance, it seemed like Qi Mo had the upper hand, but in fact, Qi Mo was at a disadvantage.

The attack was powerful and wide, but it still had to hit the target. Qi Mo's seemingly violent attack could not even touch the opponent's figure.

The entire Storm Platform was like a cat playing with a mouse. The old member of the Ancient Dragon Party flashed. * Hong Long. . . . . . * At the same time, he aimed at the gap. He lightly struck out with his palm and landed on Qi Mo's body. However, a strong vibration erupted, and blood spurted out! There were more than ten palm prints on Qi Mo's body, and the blood was flowing out from these palm prints.

"Brother Pengfei, throw the betting card! If this continues, Brother Qi Mo will die! " Wu Chen looked at the miserable Qi Mo on the platform and couldn't help but say.

Du Pengfei had never thought that Qi Mo could advance to the Late Period of Sword Master Stage within a year. His natural talent was not to be underestimated. If he died here, it would be a huge loss to them. Furthermore, Jian Ao would definitely be angry when he returned.

However, Qi Mo had told him that he would rather die in battle than surrender. What he meant was that even if he died in battle in the arena, he would not be willing to throw a card of surrender to the Ancient Dragon Party and Haixu Party.

This was a humiliation to him and also a disgrace to Jian Ao!

"Wait a little longer!" Du Pengfei shook his head.

"If we wait any longer, Qi Mo will die!" Wu Chen was furious. He let go of his throat and shouted with all his might, "Qi Mo, let's count! Otherwise, you will really die! "

"Go!"

On the life and death arena, Qi Mo was hit in the chest by the swordsman, who was at level eight. He could not help but retreat. At the same time, he spat out a mouthful of dark red blood. The blood stained his clothes, adding a bit of shock to him.

"I would rather die in battle than surrender!" Qi Mo did not even look at him and shouted. His body, which had just stopped, forcefully turned around and continued to charge forward.

"Wind and Cloud Palm!"

Qi Mo struck out with his palm. A strong wind blew, forming a banana that swept across the sky and covered the earth. The air on both sides was turned upside down, and along with the palm wind, it hit the swordsman, who was at level eight.

"Finally, it looks a little bit good!" The swordsman, level eight, showed a ferocious smile on his face.

He did not use any martial arts skills in the fight just now. Although it was exciting, it was not enough to move people's hearts. Now, the real fight had just begun.

"Wind Palm!"

The True Qi in the body of a level eight swordsman gushed out and flowed along his meridians into his palm. Immediately, a powerful repulsive force appeared. As he reached forward, the huge Banana Palm wind was forcibly turned around. It was blowing at him before, but now it was rushing towards Qi Mo!

"Plop!"

"Plop!!"

Qi Mo was sent flying by the force of his palm, and he spurted out a huge mouthful of blood. It spread out from the inside, and dyed the entire platform red.

"Boom!"

He crashed heavily onto the ground, blood spurting out in a string. It seemed like he could only breathe but not get close.

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"This Qi Mo is a tough man! Even at this point, he still didn't throw down the bet!" Xu Qing said faintly in the stands. However, in his eyes, He couldn't hide his jealousy. He was jealous of Jian Ao for having such a loyal general. He wouldn't be afraid even if he died.

Jiao Yu said, "A tough man? So what if he is? So what if he is not! If you go against us, you will only die!" The sour taste could also be heard in his words. How could he not be jealous?! If it were anyone else with such a good general, they would be jealous!

The two of them actually knew that these people who followed them. . . There seemed to be a lot of them. . . However, what was the point of being like Qi Mo! Probably less than one in a hundred, maybe even less than one in a thousand!

Killing intent flashed across Xu Qing's eyes. He said in a deep voice, "If you can't use it for yourself, then you can only kill!"

A cold glint flashed across Jiao Yu's face when he sensed Xu Qing's killing intent. "Kill!"

Like the two sharp blades behind him that seemed to have materialized, they landed on the life and death arena. The swordsman level 8 on the arena paused slightly. Killing intent flashed in his eyes. He knew that the master behind him could no longer hold his breath and was ready to kill.

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for finding the wrong team!"

He took a step forward and moved his body. His huge palm was aimed at Qi Mo's heart, which was lying motionlessly on the ground.

If this palm hit him, Qi Mo would die without a doubt!

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On the other side of the arena, Du Pengfei, who had been paying attention to both sides of the arena, noticed the level eight swordsman. The killing intent in his eyes made it hard for him to know that the opponent was going to kill him. He jumped up towards the arena and shouted at the same time, "We admit defeat! Qi Mo admitted defeat!"

The swordsman paused for a second. However, Jiao Yu's voice rang in his ears. One word - Kill!

He calmed his heart and increased his speed instead of slowing down. He grabbed at Qi Mo even more violently.

"Bastard! F * ck you!" Du Pengfei was furious. Wu Chen and the others were furious! It was just that they couldn't react in time when they were too far away. The most fatal thing was that the Sword Lord elder remained unmoved, as if he didn't hear Du Pengfei and the others admitting defeat.

This made Du Pengfei, Lee Xuantong, Han Shizhong, and the others even angrier! They secretly cursed the Ancient Dragon Party, Haixu Party, and the others for being shameless! They even bribed the Sword Lord elder!

Seeing the claw getting closer, Du Pengfei and the others' eyes turned red. They looked like they were covered in blood, but they didn't see the strange smile on Qi Mo's face!

It was very obscure! It was unknown!

"Die!"

"The one who dies is you!"

Qi Mo suddenly roared and stood up. A silver dagger appeared on his sleeve. With a flash of cold light, it pierced straight towards the swordsman's throat.

The swordsman's pupils shrank. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late!

He did not expect Qi Mo to have such a move, and he did not expect Qi Mo to be willing to fight with his life on the line.

One life for one life!

The claw accurately grabbed Qi Mo's heart and chest. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and blood sprayed everywhere!

At the same time, Qi Mo's dagger was also aimed at the swordsman's throat.

Blood shot up to the sky!

His head was thrown into the sky!