He was like a balloon that had been pierced through countless holes.

Xiao Jiu's face instantly turned pale.

He sat on the throne, and the thunder drum under him had already shown signs of weathering. His natal magic weapon, together with the host, the starlight in his body, rolled away with blood and energy, turned into scarlet rays, rolled up, and was dispersed by the rain and fell.

His eyes flashed with confusion, looked at Liu Shiyi, and murmured: "This...what is this?"

Behind Liu Shiyi was the long-lasting sage.

Liu Shiyi did not use that long-lasting energy.

So where did these wounds come from?

Liu Shiyi whispered: "It's a sword, a very simple sword, but it's not just a sword."

He paused and said, "If I knew I owe you money, I should have stabbed less and only handed a sword on your forehead."

Under the King of Equality, the bottom thunder drum turned into ashes, and the bone surface was like white sand and could no longer be condensed. His body suddenly faded and fell backwards.

"No wonder you want to stab me two swords on the shoulder... I must have owe you a lot of money."

Liu Shiyi's voice floated in his ears and became heavy.

Xiaojiu fell to the ground with a "thump".

The subsequent sound flowed into the ears with the rain, becoming blurry and unable to hear clearly.

His whole body fell on his back, but it seemed like he was falling into an abyss, and it was still falling until the warm blood poured into the entire pit.

In the mind of the King of Equality, consciousness gradually became blurred.

The rain washed away his remaining thoughts.

Liu Shiyi came to his side.

He asked, "It's just a 'frost grass'?"

Liu Shiyi suddenly felt that this sentence sounded familiar.

He nodded and said, "It's just a frost grass."

King Equality has become a bloody man.

He didn't hear it clearly.

So he said with difficulty: "Can you kill someone?"

Liu Shiyi was silent.

He looked at Xiao Jiu's familiar face, the scene in his mind, and returned to the scene when he first met, under Jianhu Palace.

He twisted a piece of grass and met someone.

The man asked him what this was.

Liu Shiyi said that this is a grass and a sword.

The man wanted to compete with him for his sword moves, so he took the frost grass and handed out a sword.

The sword did not go to the man, and Liu Shiyi cut at a tree.

The tree did not fall.

The man looked at the tree and asked with a smile: "It's just a frost grass..."

So there was a sentence like that.

"Can you kill someone?"

It was raining heavily.

Liu Shiyi squatted on the ground and did not get up.

He said calmly: "You can kill people."

The touch of spirit slowly disappeared in Xiao Jiu's pupils.

Liu Shiyi looked solemn and said slowly: "I remember you, your swordsmanship is good and your person is not bad."

Xiao Jiu seemed to have breathed, and smiled as if satisfied.

Heavy rain fell from the heart of the sky.

The city of Rakshasa collapsed.
Chapter completed!