He dodged the attacks again and again in embarrassment, but Ding Xiaoyi's exquisite footwork did not mess up.

His figure swayed,

The big knife slashed through his waist and tore his clothes.

As soon as he stabilized his body, Baili Xiongfeng immediately followed him like catching a shadow in the wind.

This makes Ding Xiaoyi feel a little embarrassed,

I saw that the arena was filled with the blood shadows of the crazy swords rising up in layers, and the mountain-like figure of Shen Yue pressed the young man in cloth to death.

【In view of the general environment,

Ding Xiaoyi dodged left and right, and he finally figured out the moves of this fierce man.

There is no need for him to be in such a miserable state,

Only with his body that has been baptized by the light of the prison god and the dragon's blood, he can face the heroic wind of hundreds of miles, but he does not want others to know that he has won so easily and comfortably.

at last,

Ding Xiaoyi rolled, and the big knife in Baili Xiongfeng's hand slashed across his head.

Ding Xiaoyi took advantage of the situation and got into Baili Xiongfeng's arms.

I saw the corners of Ding Xiaoyi's mouth raised slightly, and his fingers moved like swords towards Baili Xiongfeng's ribs.

That seemingly comfortable point, that seemingly light and airy point, as if his action was just random, country.

In the eyes of others, it is just a desperate struggle.
Chapter completed!