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<b> Thousand and Fifty-Eight Wherever blood is sprinkled, Hsinchu grows like arrows

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    Meng Shuai didn't need to look to know that it was Junior Sister Ni, and he could understand her nervous mood. He shook his head and said, "It depends on what he means." Fang Qingyan just said in a loud voice: "Meng Shuai, don't be too troublesome?" Then he continued.  Hearing Ding Shuli sneer and say: "I'm about to die, but I'm still talking arrogantly." Fang Qingyan snorted and flew backwards, his chest was sunken, and blood spurted out. Not only were his clothes red, but there were also specks of blood on the ground. Look,  It's terrible to see.  Junior Sister Ni almost burst into tears and said, "What should I do? What should I do?" Meng Shuai couldn't help but frown, and took the initiative to say: "Is that okay? You are covered in blood." Fang Qingyan did not move and turned his head.  , the bright red blood stained on his cheeks gave his already handsome face a cruel beauty, like a work of art. He said lightly: "It just needs blood. Victory fruits and wonderful flowers need watering of blood to take root and sprout."  Meng Shuai bared his teeth and said, "How weird are you? I think you are weird enough." The reason why he is still standing still is because he respects Fang Qingyan's wishes and the spirit of martial arts, but if Fang Qingyan died.  The first line, the rest can¡¯t be taken care of.  Fortunately, he has enough strength to ensure that he can prevent the tragedy from happening before the last moment.  Fang Qingyan's upright figure is half-hidden in the white mist, like a green pine or a green bamboo, and his blood is like the most beautiful decoration, making him proud and heroic.  White mist Meng Shuai narrowed his eyes and suddenly realized that from unknown time on, the white mist on the arena had become so thick that no one could be seen even three steps away.  He was not far from Fang Qingyan, but if it weren't for the dazzling bright red, it would be almost impossible to pinpoint Fang Qingyan's position.  Could it be thatthis is the layout?  Meng Shuai lowered his head and saw dots of blood on the ground. I don¡¯t know when the blood stains had spread all over the table, like wild flowers blooming in the grass.  This is also part of the layout, right?  If the injuries, bleeding, and white mist were part of the plan, then this round would be reallycrazy!  Ding Shuli had already soared into the sky, turned into a big bird and rushed down, screaming: "Go to hell!" Fang Qingyan raised his head, and a glimmer of light came out of his eyes, which was a light that was almost released like relief.  .  Meng Shuai felt sad when he saw it.  Poof - bang!  The first sound was when Ding Shuli's five fingers pierced Fang Qingyan's body, and then with a bang, Fang Qingyan turned into a ball of blood mist.  A large amount of blood was spilled on the ground, and the blood flowed into a stream, flowing all the way under Meng Shuai's feet.  Thinking that it was Fang Qingyan's blood, Meng Shuai felt a chill in his heart and his expression was a bit ferocious.  The blood was still, and suddenly, a large amount of white smoke emerged from the blood, instantly filling the entire arena.  Originally there was only three to five steps of visibility, but suddenly it was impossible to see even one's fingers.  Meng Shuai's expression changed slightly, and a stream of water surged out to protect himself.  At this time, I only heard someone say: "Bamboo¡ª¡ª" "Swish, swish, swish¡ª¡ª" The sound of breaking the ground and beating the air kept coming from my ears. Although I couldn't see clearly, I could still see the astonishingly large black creature faintly born in the white mist.  Shadow, as if you are in a dark jungle. ??????????? Vaguely, a smell penetrated the tip of the nose, and the spirit became clear.  The smell is not a fragrance, it is as light as a mountain stream, but it is as fresh as the rain in the sky, and as noble as the snow in the sky.  The Bamboo Sea Meng Shuai didn't see anything, but with just a faint breath, a picture like this slowly unfolded in his mind - a thousand-mile sea of ??bamboo, green arrow bamboos, and dense phoenix tails.  It was the Qingming Festival, the mountain rain was continuous, a breeze blew by, and the bamboo leaves swayed like a thin dragon's roar He was thinking about the wind, and sure enough, a breeze came slowly.  The white mist gradually dissipated in the wind, revealing a dark green.  It is indeed a bamboo forest!  On the arena, at some point, a lush bamboo grew, clear and green, straight and straight.  After the sky leak, even the flowers and plants have lost their color on the ruins, but there is such a lush green, which is refreshing.  It¡¯s just that this bamboo forest is not only the green of life, but also the dazzling bright red.  At the foot of the bamboo forest, there was a bright red color, the color of blood.  The hot blood that Fang Qingyan had just spilled now became the soil, and these green bamboos grew out of it.  Except for the blood, these bamboos do not touch the soil. There seems to be a thin film under their roots, isolating the bamboos from the soil.  In addition to the bright red underfoot, among the green bushes, there is also a bit of almost coquettish red.  Ding Shuli fell into the sea of ??bamboo, and his body was penetrated by the bamboo body, which was densely packed like a hedgehog. The blood dripped down the bamboo pole, but did not fall into the earth, and was greedily absorbed by the roots.  &nbsp; This situation is so cruel that it is disgusting, but it also has a thrilling impact, leaving an indelible impression on people.  At this time, Ding Shuli had returned to his human form, his hands and feet were pierced by bamboo, and he was still twitching slightly.  He is actually still alive because his head has not been penetrated. Even if Wanzhu penetrates his body, he will not die immediately. He is just lingering like this. Real life is not like this.  The other battles had stopped long ago. The few people dragged into the phantom by Meng Shuai fell to the ground as if they were exhausted, while the others were so stunned by this scene that they could not remember the battle.  "Wow", Junior Sister Ni vomited it out. She turned pale and staggered to support a bamboo. As soon as she took hold of it, she shrank back like an electric shock. She took a few steps back and huddled aside.  There was total silence.  No one spoke except for Ding Shuli's intermittent moans in the forest.  Probably they were afraid of opening their mouths and couldn't help but spit it out.  Meng Shuai also felt uncomfortable all over, and the originally fresh breath of bamboo leaves turned bloody. He exhaled a long breath and looked around for Fang Qingyan's figure.  Since he has unleashed his special move, he should be fine, right?  Unless this bamboo was summoned by his blood sacrifice and died together with the enemy.  But Meng Shuai felt that it was not the case. Fang Qingyan's complacency before was not fake, and he would not fight to pieces for Ding Shuli.  So, where is he?  I just heard someone say: "The winner has been decided, isn't it?" This person's tone was understated, as if he was watching a friendly match.  Only Duan Lingye could say such words in such a tone at this time.  Duan Lingye, who was on the rostrum, looked at the bamboo forest with interest, and his eyes glanced at Ding Shuli, as if looking at a handful of bamboo.  Meng Shuai admires him a little. The fact that he is so indifferent does not mean that he is particularly cruel.  In fact, how many people have the warrior killed along the way?  Even the most merciless person cannot say that his hands are clean, not to mention that the Yi Yuan Wan Fa Sect is the home of bastards.  It's just that when other people see this disgusting scene, they will have some physiological reaction, including Meng Shuai.  But Duan Lingye obviously has a reaction system that is different from ordinary people, just like another species. Duan Lingye put his hands behind his back and said, "Junior Brother Fang, are you still alive? Make a sound when you are alive." The scene was silent, except for the rustling of bamboo leaves.  ring.  Duan Lingye chuckled and said, "This is interesting. If Junior Brother Fang doesn't come out, there are variables in the outcome of this game." Junior Sister Ni covered her mouth and whispered: "This is the case, what other variables can there be?  " Her words were very low. Even this straightforward little girl did not dare to question Duan Lingye openly.  " Then Duan Lingye suddenly turned around and looked at Junior Sister Ni. Junior Sister Ni's face turned pale and she took a few steps back.  Duan Lingye did not pursue the matter, but said calmly: "I said before, the outcome of this game is either someone admits defeat or dies. Obviously, Junior Brother Ding did not die, and it seems that he did not admit defeat. Junior Brother Fang, however  If he disappears, it can be easily ended with one more blow or Junior Brother Ding admitting defeat. But if he dies and Junior Brother Ding is still alive, then Junior Brother Ding will win. " Everyone felt ridiculous and wanted to laugh but couldn't.  Come out¡ª¡ªDing Shuli is so miserable, but he can still win?  Duan Lingye said: "Junior Brother Fang, if you don't come out after I count to three, I will declare Junior Brother Ding the winner." Someone only heard someone say: "Brother, stop joking with me." A man walked out of the bamboo forest, dressed cleanly in white.  His face was as white as fresh snow, it was Fang Qingyan.  He was so white and eye-catching, so logically he should be conspicuous, but no one saw him in the bamboo forest just now, until he walked out on his own.  When everyone saw Fang Qingyan, their hearts trembled, and they leaned back unconsciously, as if they were seeing the second big devil.  Duan Lingye looked at Fang Qingyan and said, "Junior brother Fang, your method is good." Fang Qingyan leaned forward and said, "Thank you so much, senior brother, it all depends on the strong support of my partners." Duan Lingye said, "Yes, you are really grateful.  Look at them." He pointed at Meng Shuai, and then said: "Did you hear what I said? You haven't won yet. You have to admit defeat or die to be considered a winner." Fang Qingyan said:  "I will kill him. Meng Shuai, help me." Duan Lingye said: "You need to do it yourself." Fang Qingyan said: "I know, I will let him help me." Meng Shuai went up to help him,  He felt that he was weak and would fall anytime and anywhere. He was secretly worried, knowing that the bamboo forest he had just created must have taken a lot of energy.  Fortunately, it's just a touch-up, so I can support it if I think about it.  At this time, Fang Qingyan¡¯s voice, as quiet as a mosquito¡¯s, came to his ears: ¡°Lend me some Qi.¡± Meng Shuai thought to himself: Is it so miserable?  According to his request, the true energy flowed continuously.Send it over continuously.  Just listen to Fang Qingyan whisper: "Excuse me, I still have things to do, you must support me." Meng Shuai frowned and said through the voice: "Don't mess around. If you have something to do, wait until you recover.  Do it." Fang Qingyan's voice was weak but firm: "It must be today." At this time, the two of them had already arrived in front of Ding Shuli.  Ding Shuli was already dying and could be stabbed to death with just one finger.  Fang Qingyan stepped forward and rolled up his sleeves.  Ding Shuli's confused eyes suddenly became clear, and he suddenly jumped up with strength that he didn't know where he came from.  He was threaded on dozens of bamboos. When he bounced up, dozens of holes were opened in his body, and blood flowed like water. Meng Shuai pulled Fang Qingyan, and the two of them stepped back to prevent blood from splattering on their bodies.  .  Ding Shuli's last flash of light did not seem to be for an attack. He jumped up, opened his mouth wide, and yelled four words with all his strength: "FangYuanzhu!" The last bit of strength left his body with a roar, and Ding Shuli plopped down.  With a sound, he fell to the ground.
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