Seeing the whistling knife, Wuming's body retreated quickly, and the broken knife in his hand was thrown directly at Zi Feng. Zi Feng quickly put away the knife and swung the broken knife. Wuming's body had fallen five meters away. Although there were scars everywhere on his body, his eyes were still full of surging fighting spirit.

"Why are you without weapons? Give up as soon as possible!" Seeing Wuming, who was still full of fighting spirit, Zi Feng said lightly.

"You are even more powerful than I thought, but you are not qualified to surrender just by making me surrender. This time, let you see my double-edged sword!" Wuming smiled grimly, but suddenly pulled out two short swords that were about the same length as the Ziyue Sword but straight from his body. The entire blade body was blood-red, as if it was stained with blood because it killed too many people.

"Wu Ming has murderous intention!" Seeing that Wu Ming on the platform actually took out the Blood Shuang, Cai Junzhang below the stage showed a faint smile on his face. Perhaps the others did not understand Wu Ming's strength, but he knew clearly that none of the people who forced Wu Mingliang to bleed Blood Shuang were still alive. The battle has just begun now!

Zi Feng also seemed to realize that something was wrong, because he felt the strong smell of blood from the two blood-red short swords. This was definitely a short sword that had killed many people. If Wuming was a swordsman just now, then he would have become a tycoon now.

A man who had no idea how many lives he had in his hand, but Zi Feng's face was still calm. He casually tied a knife flower with his right hand, and his body had already rushed out to stop killing. This has always been his motto in life.

Seeing Zi Feng rushing towards him, Wuming's eyes instantly turned blood red, and his figure rushed out like lightning. He stabbed Zi Feng's head with a knife with his left hand, completely ignoring Zi Feng's speeding Zi Yue Knife was slashing towards his neck.

Seeing Wuming's desperate fighting style, Zi Feng had to put away his sword to resist, but just blocked Wuming's left-hand knife, the short knife that was tightly held in his right hand had stabbed again, and Zi Feng had to retreat, but Wuming's short knife suddenly dropped out of his hand and shot directly into Zi Feng's heart.

Zi Feng was shocked. He no longer cared about Wuming's short sword with his left hand, but directly retracted the Ziyue sword and instantly stopped the fast-moving short sword. There was a crisp sound of collision in the air, and the short sword was naturally knocked away, but Wuming's sword directly penetrated into Zi Feng's left shoulder.

A blood arrow marked out from Zi Feng's left shoulder. Zi Feng snorted coldly, and two purple lights shot out of his eyes. He held the knife in his back hand and pulled it out diagonally.

"Chi!" Wuming's heart had a long bloody mouth, but he continued to stab Zi Feng's heart with the broken knife in his hand, forcing Zi Feng to retreat.

Wuming took this opportunity and took a few steps, picked up the short sword that was shot down by Zi Feng to the ground, caught it with one hand, turned around and rushed towards Zi Feng, with both swords in his hand, and he felt that his strength had increased greatly.

The two knives kept crossing and changing, one after another, one after another, and one after another, the Zi Feng was extremely fast, and for a moment he was beaten so hard that he could not change his hand.

Moreover, Wuming seemed to have endless strength, and the more powerful he fought, Zi Feng's left shoulder was injured, and his right arm was even more numb, and his heart couldn't help but swelled up.

"My **!" Zi Feng let out a roar and his body leaped up violently. The purple moon knife in his hand drew a beautiful purple sword light, slashing at Wuming fiercely.

Wuming quickly blocked the short knife in his right hand, but he heard a crisp sound. The short blade made of unknown material was actually cut off by the Ziyue Knife.

Wuming's entire arm holding the knife was cut off by the Ziyue Knife. His palm fell directly to the ground, and bright red blood was everywhere. Wuming's mouth snorted coldly, and his body kept retreating. The broken arm was constantly bleeding, which was terrifying.

Zi Feng seemed crazy and had no intention of stopping. The purple moon knife in his hand continued to slash towards Wuming, instantly slashing through Wuming's ear, and immediately cut his left ear down, and his whole face was stained with blood. Then Zi Feng turned around suddenly, and a beautiful spin kicked Wuming's heart, and immediately kicked Wuming's body so hard that it flew out, landing heavily on the ground. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and even the sound of bone shattering was faintly heard.

Zi Feng, who succeeded with one blow, stood coldly in the spot. Several drops of bright red blood on the Zi Yue Knife slowly slid downwards, and his eyes appeared deep purple, like a bloodthirsty demon.

All the big guys present had seen the world, but when they suddenly saw a living person with his wrist and ears cut off, their faces were pale. Is this still a battle? It was simply a life-and-death struggle?

Ye Xingchen, Chen Xiaolong, Ouyang Jun and Luo Yin all looked at Zi Feng silently, with a look of joy in their eyes. In this game, they won.

Cai Shenglong's face was expressionless. Such a fight was nothing to him. His body slowly stood up. Just as he was about to announce Zi Feng's victory, he saw Wuming's body struggling to stand up again.

At this time, his body was covered in blood. The palm of his right hand was cut off and one of his ears was cut off. The huge pain made his face even more ferocious, but his left hand was holding a short knife tightly, looking like a blood-sucking zombie. If it weren't for the daytime, I guess many people would be scared to be incontinent when they saw this.

"You are not my opponent, surrender, I don't want to kill you!" Zi Feng's pupils had slowly returned to black. He stood there quietly and said indifferently.

"I... cannot be defeated!" Wuming said this with difficulty, and then he raised his short knife and rushed towards Zi Feng again. He was still so fast, but in Zi Feng's eyes, it was almost the same as a snail.

Just one meter away from Zifeng, a fierce light suddenly flashed in Wuming's eyes, and his body suddenly increased. He just rushed straight towards Zifeng, and the short knife in his hand stabbed Zifeng's sun**.
Chapter completed!