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    Bu Li was covered in blood at this moment, and the black robe on his body had been torn to pieces in the battle just now. In his eyes, strands were fluttering in the wind. Bu Li had long been extremely fragile due to stripping off the soul beast, and blood was flowing on his arms and legs.  , because he lost his skin and his blood vessels and muscles were exposed in the air, he looked so miserable and desolate. Bu Li squatted feebly on the battle platform. Opposite the battle platform, in the light and shadow, the soul beast was roaring, and He Weapon was roaring.  It's all kinds of excitement.  Compared with the excitement on the stage, the audience was quiet at this moment. Everyone was stunned to see the series of changes on the stage. How could they keep up with their thoughts?  Everyone just felt that their minds were blank. Everyone only knew one thing about the two guys fighting on the field, and that was, were these two guys really human?  If so, how could people do such cruel and unbelievable things?  Soul beasts can only exist for a short period of time without their host. After a burst of light and shadow, Buli's soul beasts turned into dots of starlight and completely disappeared in the sky of the Blood Prison Wasteland, as if nothing had happened to them.  It has never appeared before. Although their figures have disappeared, everything they have done remains here.  He Weapon was lying on the stage, dying, with a look of disbelief in his eyes. His long ponytail was torn off in the previous bite, his hair was scattered over his shoulders, and the scales on his body were bitten by the marching ant beast.  A mess, covered in blood, He Weapon looked at Bu Li across from him and whispered: "This is impossible, this is impossible, I am the Shenwei Marquis of the Demon Continent, the hope of the Demon Continent, my  How could I, the one who wants to lead the Demonic Continent towards the light, perish here?  How could I lose at your hands?  How could I lose at your hands?  Bu Li moved his body with difficulty. He took out the Qianniu Dao that Huaduo had just handed to him from his arms, pressed it gently on the ground, and then stood up slowly. Bu Li began to stagger towards He Weapon.  He walked over and said, ¡°I¡¯m harder on myself than you are on yourself, and that¡¯s why you failed.  He Weapon heard what Bu Li said. He laughed a little maniacally and said, "You will die too. No one can survive the pain of tearing your soul apart. You will die worse than me."  pain!  "    "I do not care.  Bu Li said coldly, "As long as you die."  No matter how big the price is, I can bear it.  "After Bu Li said this, he added: "Anyone who dares to bully Xiaoxian, I will kill them one by one.  At any cost.  " He Weapon struggled painfully on the ground for a few times and found that it was in vain, so he said: "Is it worth it for you to do this?  My men are coming here at this time.  If you kill me, you will die too.  " Bu Li said coldly: "I don't care.  " He Weapon added: "So, is there no one you care about in this bloody hell wasteland?  If I die in the Blood Hell Wasteland, my father will definitely let the entire Blood Hell Wasteland be buried with me.  " Hearing this, Bu Li hesitated and said, "I don't agree.  " Seeing the murderous figure getting closer and closer to him, He Weapon said hurriedly: "Really.  If I die here, not only will I be buried with me in the Wasteland of Blood Prison, but even the safety of your little immortal will be threatened. Your Soullan Continent must be prepared to face my father's wrath. How about we take care of ourselves?  Let¡¯s talk?  " At this time, Bu Li had moved his body to He Weapon's side. He looked down at He Weapon with a mocking smile on his face. He stretched out his hand to grab He Weapon's long ponytail and leaned down to face He Weapon.  He said word for word: "I don't care.  " After saying this, without saying any more nonsense, he raised the knife and lowered it. The cold light of the Thousand Ox Sword flashed. The extremely sharp edge of the blade passed through He Weapon's neck, and a stream of blood spurted out. He Weapon's head was cut.  Bu Li held it in his hand, and He Weapon's body twitched a few times on the ground and remained motionless. Bu Li, a generation of prodigy god Weihou who was hailed as the hope of the future of the Demon Clan, died with one foot on He Weapon's headless body.  On top of the corpse, panting, he stretched out his right hand to punch the Thousand Ox Sword on the ground, then slowly stood up straight, stepped away and looked under the fighting platform, where Dahei, Qin Huma, Hua Duoduo, Long Ya, and a pair of  A pair of eyes were looking at Bu Li. Bu Li raised He Weapon's head high with his left hand and roared. Bu Li, covered in blood, held up his opponent's head and stood on the battlefield, fighting majesticly and fiercely.  Under the stage, there were shouts, thunderous applause, and a wave of frenzy. Seeing Bu Li injured so seriously and fighting so fiercely, Hua Duoduo's heart was about to be broken, but seeing his beloved so brave, his heart was almost drunk.  Huaduo Duo was looking at the man on the stage like this, thinking in her heart that this man could do such a thing for the woman named Cai Xiaoxian. That Cai Xiaoxian is so happy and blessed. If Bu Li can treat herself well,  Cai Xiaoxian is satisfied with half of the good things, not only?There is no need for half as long as Bu Li gives him a little love. Huaduo thought of this and secretly sighed again. There is no need for Bu Li to be nice to him. It is his own business to love him.  , has nothing to do with Buli.  She just likes her silently, but Huaduoduo still feels envious and jealous when she thinks of Cai Xiaoxian. The little girl's thoughts flowed here, and she burst into tears unknowingly.  Huaduoduo shed more and more tears. She didn't know whether it was because she felt sorry for Buli's wounds, or because she was envious of Buli's kindness to Cai Xiaoxian, or because she vaguely saw that her love for Buli was ultimately a mirror image. Huaduoduo couldn't tell, she just looked at it.  Looking at the figure on the stage, he let tears blur his eyes.  With the death of He Weapon, the encounter on a narrow road and the single-kill formation finally dissipated between heaven and earth. Bu Li stood on the battlefield, looking at Dahei with worried eyes, at Qin Huma who was beaming with joy, and at the long and loose hair.  After taking a breath, Long Ya looked at the flowers with tears streaming down her face, and looked at the adoring eyes of the warriors in the Blood Prison Wasteland below the stage, and smiled softly. Then she felt so sleepy, sleepy, tired, and tired, and then her eyes flashed.  Black, fell down.  Dahei reacted the fastest. The moment Bu Li was about to fall, he turned into a black shadow and rushed onto the fighting stage. Then he hugged Bu Li who was falling sideways. At this time, Bu Li still had a hand in his hand.  Holding He Weili's head tightly, the hair on He Weili's head was tightly grasped by Bu Li, and Dahei pulled it hard.  There was no pull, so he gave up his efforts and let Bu Li hold his head with a weapon in his hand. Dahei hugged Bu Li in his arms and whistled.  Bi Xuan, who was not far away, heard the cry and rushed towards the battle platform with force. Dahei jumped down from the battle platform, and then said to Qin Hanma: "Bu Li needs a quiet place to recuperate.  " Qin Huma understood, looked at each other with Long Ya, and the two of them ran towards Guanhai Tower with a tacit understanding.  Long Ya wiped away her tears and no longer cared about her petty thoughts. She followed Qin Hanma closely, hoping that she could do something.  Bu Li's eyes were closed tightly at this time, his face was pale, and his body was covered in blood.  Dahei looked at his eyes and felt very distressed, and whispered: "Bu Li, you are such a bitch, you can't sleep, you must wake up." He muttered in his mouth, without wasting any time on his feet, a few indulgences  Jump, and then jump steadily to the top of Bi Xuan.  Dahei greeted Qin Huma and Long Yahuaduoduo, and a few of them landed on Bi Xuan's back, and then roared away along the street in front of the battle platform.  Just when Dahei and his party wanted to leave here, there was the sound of heavy footsteps at the end of the long street. Then, Dahei Qin Hummer and the others saw a group of people appearing at the end of the street corner.  The leading man's face was full of anger. When he saw He Weapon's body on the platform, he roared in despair and said, "You will all be buried with the young marquis today." After saying this, he waved and picked up the spear in his hand.  .  Turned into a ball of gray shadow, and followed the streets of Zhantai, killing all the way.  This big man is Wu Bai of the Central Plains who came to the Blood Hell Wasteland with He Weapon.  The leader, Bai Shenji, saw that Lord Shenwei's body was missing on the battlefield, and a chill came from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. The young Lord had fallen, and his group should be prepared to bear the wrath of the old Lord. Thinking of this,  Bai Shenji was angry from the bottom of his heart, and the venom was evident on his face, and he said to the four brothers around him: "Kill without mercy." Seeing such a scene, Bai Shenji's other four brothers also broke out in cold sweat, and the young Marquis fell.  , even they couldn't bear such consequences. In anger, these masters from the Demon Continent each used their strongest methods and killed everyone they saw. At this time, many people had gathered around the battle stage.  The ordinary warriors in the Wasteland of Blood Prison, how could these warriors defeat the military masters of the Demon Clan Continent? Only the shouts of killing could be heard all around the battle platform. The ordinary warriors, under the hands of Wubai in the Central Plains,  There was no one enemy, there were broken legs, broken arms, broken arms, fishy winds and screams.  As the dust of the battle between Bu Li and He Weapon settled, the light shield around the battle platform dispersed. The light around the battle platform was no longer bright, and darkness gradually returned. Moreover, the mist that had just been swept away by He Weapon  It began to cover the earth again. It was night at this time. After a while, the thick fog came and the night fell. People in the field could no longer see each other. They could only hear the murderous voices of Wubai in the Central Plains and the bloody prison of those who were killed.  The screams of ordinary warriors in the wasteland.  Baishenji was the first to arrive on the fighting platform. Baishenji jumped onto the fighting platform, picked up He Weapon's headless corpse, and felt the information about the vitality of heaven and earth remaining in the corpse. Baishenji roared toward the sky and shouted loudly:  "Who did it?" Suddenly Bai Shenji remembered the name that the young marquis often talked about. He could no longer hold back and asked loudly to the people under the battle platform: "Where is Bu Li? Bu Li  " No one could see anyone else in the thick fog. They were just running for their lives. How could they answer the words of Zhongyuan Wubai and the killing gods? As soon as Bai Shenji's words came out, they were lost in the panic of the crowd.??ÖÐ.  Bai Shenji and his four brothers killed each other in the crowd, leaving rivers of blood and body parts flying in all directions. However, as the body of the little Marquis in his arms gradually became colder, Bai Shenji's heart also  Then it got colder.  The little Marquis, who represents the hope of the new generation of the Demon Continent and carries the dreams and sustenance of many strong men in the military, simply and silently fell into the wasteland of the Blood Prison. This was something Bai Shenji and the others did not dare to do.  Believe it or not, if the blame comes from above, Bai Shenji feels his scalp numb when he thinks about the consequences. In the current situation, only by finding the murderer who killed the young marquis and bringing his head back to the Wasteland of Blood Prison can those adults be calmed down.  Anger?  Even if the adults still refuse to give up, they must find and kill the murderer so that the five brothers will not be so passive and can get out of this bad situation.  Bai Shenji suddenly made up his mind. Now, the first task of his brothers is no longer to instigate rebellion and conquer the Blood Prison Wasteland in the shortest possible time, but to find the murderer of the young Marquis.  And brought his head to the Demon Continent.  If they couldn't do it, then Bai Shenji could imagine the five brothers of his Bai family being buried with the young Marquis.  In the sea of ????people, Bai Shenji shouted loudly: "Bu Li, come out" This sound reminded the other four Bai brothers.  After hearing what his elder brother said, Bai Tiancan apparently calmed down and no longer blindly killed ordinary warriors in the Blood Hell Wasteland. Bai Baican grabbed a fleeing warrior and shouted sternly: "Where did Bu Li go?"  When Bai Tiancan drank like this, everyone was frightened.  Where can I speak?  Bai Tiancan snorted angrily, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with the warrior. He used both hands to tear the warrior into two pieces alive. The poor warrior didn't even grunt, and for some reason, he became the subordinate of Bai Tiancan.  Wrong soul.  Just when Zhongyuan Wubai was looking for Bu Li in the messy crowd like a headless fly.  Not far away, Bian Xuan, who had long since left the battlefield, roared fiercely. He was unsteady on his feet and almost fell down. The big black on Bian Xuan's body was not affected at all. His feet seemed to be rooted on Bian Xuan's back, as stable as Mount Tai, but Long  It won't work.  He staggered and was about to fall off of Zhuan Xuan. Qin Huima reacted quickly and grabbed Long Ya. With the inertia of this pull, he hugged Long Ya into his arms. The frightened Long Ya couldn't care less about being shy.  Instead, he looked at the restless Zan Xuan.  Hua Duoduo turned pale when Bian Xuan roared. After Bian Xuan stood firm, he said to Qin Huama Dahei, "It's the Crescent Moon of Flowers." It turned out that just when Dahei and his party were sitting on Bian Xuan  When preparing to retreat, Hua Zhixianyue followed Zhongyuan Wubai to the vicinity of the battle platform.  He was not too shocked by the death of the young marquis. He felt the coldness of the Thousand Ox Sword at the first moment. Looking along the feeling, he saw the unconscious Bu Li holding a knife in his hand.  It is the Thousand Ox Sword that Hua Zhixianyue has been thinking about day and night.  I saw Dahei and Qin Hanma looking anxious.  Looking at the unconscious and dying Bu Li again, Hua Zhixianyue was overjoyed, knowing that the opportunity had come.  Dahei knew that once he and the Wubai of the Central Plains fought, they would not have time to save Bu Li, so he suppressed the strong murderous intention in his heart and gave Bian Xuan the order to retreat quickly. However, when Bian Xuan  After running forward for a while, he was stopped.  One end of the Broken Dragon String was deeply embedded in the bluestone pillar of the street, and the other end was tightly held in Hua Zhixianyue's hand, forming a very secret stumbling rope on the street.  When Zhuan Xuan was running on the street, firstly, the fog on the street was too heavy and the night was too thick. Secondly, the Broken Dragon String was too small, and the Flower Crescent Moon was too insidious and cunning.  Understand the path of flowers and crescent moon.  Fortunately, it is the ancient divine beast Bian Xuan, and this Bian Xuan has been attacked by the evil spirit for many years under the Hunyuan Ziwu building. The skin and flesh on its body have long been extremely strong. Ordinary swords cannot hurt Bian Xuan at all, but even so, Bian Xuan  Xuan's front legs were still cut by the tripping rope made of broken dragon strings. The two small cuts were dripping with bright red blood. Fortunately, it was Xuan Xuan. If it had been replaced by something like Qin Hummer's armored beast king  An ordinary mount would have been split into two by Broken Dragon String under such a huge impact.  Although there seemed to be only two small lines of blood on Bian Xuan's legs, they were actually deeply cut into Bian Xuan's body. Bian Xuan took a few steps back, his eyes suddenly turned blood red, and he looked at Huazhi Xianyue.  Hidden in the corner is a roar.  Seeing that his body has been exposed, Hua Zhixianyue no longer deliberately hides his body, reveals his figure from the darkness, retracts the Broken Dragon String with great speed, reaches out and sends it away, the Broken Dragon String is like a small spiritual spirit.  Like a snake, it shot towards Bu Li on Zan Xuan's body, and its target was Bu Li in Da Hei's arms. ??It was difficult to see anything clearly in the thick fog, let alone the tiny Broken Dragon String. However, the sound of the Broken Dragon String breaking through the sky could not be blocked by the Flower Chord Moon.  At that moment, Qin Hanma protected Hua Duoduo and Long Ya behind him, his energy flowed around his body, and he raised his vigilance to the highest level. At the same time as Qin Hanma reacted, Broken Dragon String came, and he saw  The small dagger-like string tied to the tip of the Broken Dragon String instantly bypassed Qin Huma and rolled towards the Thousand Ox Sword in Bu Li's hand.  When Dahei saw the Broken Dragon String coming, he cursed angrily. He could no longer suppress his murderous intention after being silent for a long time. He stretched out his palm and took the tip of the Broken Dragon String in his hand.  Seeing that Hua Zhixianyue missed the hit, she quickly retracted the Broken Dragon String. Unexpectedly, after pulling it back, she realized that the Broken Dragon String had been caught by someone.  There was a sneer at the corner of Hua Zhixianyue's mouth. The Broken Dragon String was extremely tough and extremely sharp at the same time, especially the small dagger tied to the tip of the string. It was made of black iron from the sky and was extremely sharp. Just by looking at it with flesh and blood.  Catch it, it¡¯s so whimsical.  Hua Zhixianyue pulled back hard, and the Broken Dragon String retracted rapidly in Dahei's hand. Dahei grabbed the small dagger at the end of the Broken Dragon String, and casually wound the Broken Dragon String around his arm several times, regardless of the way the Broken Dragon String was.  With the wounds on his palms and arms, he had to drag Hua Zhixianyue over even at the risk of losing one of his arms.
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