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The green and yellow stubble was as straight as a sword. A few drops of blood were pulsing on it, looking as bewitching as a dancer in a flower.

The battle had already ended, and the result was very normal. The strong would make the weak die, but the only difference was that the living strong would also die!

They used to be teammates who fought side by side. Of course, they insulted the word "friend" between them, so it was more appropriate to call them partners.

Whether they were friends or partners, the only constant fact was that they were very familiar with each other!

Not only was he familiar with the other party's zhenqi, his weapon, his cultivation technique, and his martial arts, he was even clear on what kind of underwear the other party was wearing, how much he could drink, and even how many pounds of meat he had on him.

Since they were so familiar with each other, there must have been a fierce battle. The weaker cultivator at the fourth level of the Congenital Realm died, but his trump card had cut off one of the arms of that expert at the fifth level.

The loss of an arm was much more terrifying than the loss of a good weapon. The ability to use an arm should be the weapon a person was most adept at.

The powerhouse who had lost his arm was even more helpless than the tiger who had lost his fangs, the wolf who had lost his claws, the eagle who had lost his wings, and now he had met with certain death, with the exception of the house and the woman who was the weakest and most seductive. He had basically put one foot on the thick brick of the bridge, smelled the fragrance of soup in Grandma Meng's unwashed porcelain bowl, and saw the evil, good, ugly, beautiful dead spirit enter the wheel of reincarnation, and heard the long, long, black strings.

The battle was still ongoing. They had to continue!

The locked wing roc flapped its wings, casually pointed, and picked out the leader of the level five postcelestial and a level four postcelestial man.

The leader was about the same age as the man, and he looked a little similar.

Chang Lou could clearly feel the eyes of the other five brightening up with a sinister and terrifying brilliance. The man with the severed arm even laughed out loud, and the resentment, complaints, and jealousy in his heart dispersed with his arrogant laughter. That gloomy, terrifyingly pale and terrifying face miraculously became much redder.

The confrontation between the two was extremely simple. There was no tension between them, nor was there any gorgeous martial skills. It was just like a bolt of lightning in the clear sky, fiercely striking at the souls of the crowd, interrogating their conscience which had been kidnapped by evil.

Both of them had died, and they had died almost at the same time.

What these two people displayed was not their killing techniques, but their method of killing.

In this method, aside from a few people, almost everyone knew one or two moves, and they were extremely vicious, their profound mysteries comparable to the legendary high grade Heaven Ranked Martial Technique.

The leader lightly said, "Ah Hu, take care!"

The man also replied plainly, "Brother, take care!"

As soon as the words were said, the punctuation mark had not appeared yet, the context had not been drawn out yet. Two heads flew up and two lines of blood scattered across the blue sky. The clouds in the sky were dyed a dark red.

The two blades fell to the ground at the same time and their heads rolled together.

With their souls gone and the pressure gone, the two heads could once again play a game of head to head.

Chang Lou picked up the two daggers. They were immortal, not because they were cast from good steel or iron, but because their owners had given them immortal significance at the last moment, a true legend.

The blood on the blades was still scalding hot, and the blood of their masters was still scalding hot.

Chang Lou could easily determine that these two were not blood brothers! In the Green Sky Continent, one could determine whether or not the blood of these two were the direct brothers or not, but the blood of these two people was not.

"With such a brother accompanying me, what else can I ask for!"

After bowing to them, the house slowly returned to the wutong tree.

The slaughter began once more. The locked wing Roc rarely had any friends or feelings, so it was naturally cold and emotionless.

This time, the killer was the one with the strength of Xiantian fifth stage. He was the one with the highest chance of standing last. His opponents were all important, but they were all weaker than him.

The great roc pointed, and with a tremble, the seductive woman walked out of the line.

The expert of the fifth floor trembled, but he quickly suppressed it.

Amongst the remaining three people, the seductive woman and Chang Lou were the weakest. He had drawn the weakest among them, and victory was already beckoning to him.

In front of withering, any flower would lose its luster, and in front of death, any beauty would be ruined by the wind.

"Brother Lin!" The seductive woman smiled. As she looked at the powerhouse of the fifth floor, a wave of emotions swept through her, causing her to wince in pity.

"Little Yan!" The expert of the fifth floor also smiled. His smile was like the spring wind or the warm sun, blowing away the cold winter that had catalyzed the thousand-year ice.

When a person falls, blood sprays five steps, step by step, creating love. Unfortunately, tears and laughter are either priceless or worthless.

The expert of the fifth layer won without much effort. He did not even use his true energy. With just a swing of his sword, he had cut off thousands of threads and cut off the last path of retreat.

He had already become a beast in human form. If a beast was either dead or crazy, then what was the path of retreat?

There were only two people left, Chang Lou and the average looking woman.

The Golden-Roc's wings flapped as it pointed towards Chang Lou. It clearly understood the strength of this fellow. To it, this fellow had claws!

Chang Lou glared at the locked wing roc. Although the roc's eyes were bigger than his head, this didn't hinder his courage.

Human nature was dictated by power. That way, the indomitable will deep within his soul would only allow him to fight and resist.

He did not move, but sat like a stone mountain under the wutong tree, not moving at all as he looked at the so-called 'living' leaves that were still "shameless" on the trees. The crisscrossing veins of the leaves pulsed with the unyielding nature of life, the vitality of life, and the fighting spirit of life, naturally resisting the heavens and the earth.

Every living being in this world was always going against the heavens or fighting against the heavens. The end point of the world was death and reincarnation. Every living being wanted to go against the heavens and transcend the outside world.

The Winged Iron Eagle didn't show mercy to the unyielding Chang Lou because it was familiar with the place. It charged towards Chang Lou with a monstrous demonic aura and the rapid movement of its iron feathers created multicolored sparks in the air. The destructive storm raged, enveloping the tiny Chang Lou.

"He's dead for sure!"

The few people who were still alive all had the same answer in their hearts. In their eyes, it was obvious that Chang Lou knew that he was no match for a Xiantian fourth stage master. Rather than dying in battle under the hands of a woman, it was better to die under the claws of a peng.

(This is a serious explanation for the fact that some unscrupulous Cheng was definitely not prejudiced against all the girls. It was simply a backward decision from the Great Era.) Later on, there would be some cute, beautiful, strong, and personable sisters who would appear. They were all indispensable determinants of the Azure Sky Continent's vicissitudes of life. Equality is an important theme of this stinky work, please look forward to it.)

The black storm retreated, and one bird and one man separated. The result was astonishing!