After taking out the long sword, ye Ziheng waved again, and a continuous red breath flew out of his body, and then formed one bloody sword after another. Soon, hundreds of bloody swords appeared behind ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng turned his head and looked at the destiny. At the moment of their eye contact, they seemed to realize something. The fate of the body and ye Ziheng's bloody sword broke out at this moment.

But this one burst, not so wonderful, not how gorgeous fighting, not how fancy moves, some, just the simplest move, a must kill move.

And the victory or defeat only exists in a moment.

When the bloody sword stabbed the fate of the body, when the distracted people mention the long sword to chop ye Ziheng's bloody sword, it just happened in that moment.

But after a moment, all of Ye Ziheng's bloody swords are broken, and all the incarnations of destiny turn into nothing.

"Pooh ~"

"Pooh ~"

both of them spit out a mouthful of blood from their mouths, but immediately wipe off the blood stains on their mouths and kill each other.

"When! Dangdang

The long swords of the two men collided ceaselessly, and they fought equally. They couldn't tell who was stronger or who was weaker.

Maybe both of them understand that if they keep fighting like this, they will never be able to tell the winner or the loser.

So at this moment, both of them made up their minds and launched their most powerful offensive.

Their swords collided with each other with great power, and at this moment, they were not only involved in the competition, but also their magic weapon.

Then it was "bang!" The long sword of destiny is broken, when it seems to be the result of a long time ago, because ye Ziheng's elegant sword is really much better than the poor long sword in the hand of destiny.

At the moment when the sword was smashed, ye Ziheng quickly seized the opportunity and suddenly lifted the sword. It was another fierce chop, which hit in front of the destiny's chest, and the blood gushed out immediately.

Then ye Ziheng raised his hand, and the immortal fire of the Phoenix lit up on ye Ziheng's palm. Ye Ziheng slapped the destiny's chest with a heavy hand. The destiny gushed out with a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew out behind him.

At this time, ye Ziheng once again took up the Fengya sword in his hand, and with the gesture of bidding gun, he aimed at the position of the heart of destiny's chest, and mercilessly threw it out.

In the middle of the sky, I saw this scene and saw that Fengya sword was getting closer and closer to my heart.

He had a chance to stop the blow, but finally he chose to give up, let the sword straight into his chest, into his heart, and then he slowly fell to the ground, began to feel the broken heart.

It was a painful feeling, but there was a smile on his face, a smile from the heart.

Ye Ziheng slowly walked to his side. He stepped on the body of destiny and pulled out the sword. He was ready to chop off his head and vent all his anger. But at this time, destiny suddenly turned his head and looked at ye Ziheng.

"I'm sorry."

Destiny suddenly said to ye Ziheng. Ye Ziheng was stunned. He didn't know why the destiny suddenly apologized. Was it because he wanted to live? But the fate of the expression is to Tell ye Ziheng, not so.

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