The blood-colored blade fell against Ji Mi's body. When it was halfway through, it slashed horizontally towards Ji Mi. In response, Ji Mi's fingers gently flicked, and a ray of knife light made the opponent's sword force stutter slightly. Then he made a wrong step and avoided Qingfeng Qilang's attack again.

"Ah!" He roared again, and Qingfeng Qilang, whose eyes were dyed with a trace of blood, held his weapon tightly with both hands, waved his long sword, and a blood-colored sword light slashed out, slashing towards Ji Mi, who was only one step away from him.

"Hmph!" Ji Mo snorted coldly, and the palm covered with cold true energy clasped the blood-colored sword light towards the opponent. As the frost white and blood-red energy collided, the blood-red sword light shattered, and Ji Mo also left the opponent's attack range.

"Ah, die, die!" Qingfeng Qilang, who used the Demon Blood Boiling Technique, was so murderous that he was so angry that he was killed by the killing intention attached to this technique, screamed in a torture, waved the blade twice in a row at Ji Mo, and shouted loudly: "Qingfeng Cross Slash!"

"Shishe!"

With Qingfeng Qiro's screams, two huge sword lights crossed together, with a sharp whistle, left deep scars on the ground flying over, and slashed towards Ji Du in the audience's exclamation.

Raise your hands and clench your fists!

Facing the sword light that was slashed, Ji Mo slammed out his right fist, and the seven-injured fist force collided with the cross sword light. The next moment, the strange seven-injured fist force tear the blood-colored cross sword light to pieces.

"Bang!"

The shattered sword lights shot out like shattered glass, cutting half of the ground in the arena to pieces.

"Ah!" A roar mixed with pain appeared from Qingfeng Qilang's mouth. The boiling blood brought him great pain. In this short period of time, his blood had burned a quarter. If he continued, he might be in danger of his life.

So, he needs to decide the outcome with one blow.

Thinking of this, Qingfeng Qilang raised the knife, and his whole person and the knife emitted a rich red light, turning into a red sword light, like a blood knife, with a blood-red sword light several feet long, slashing towards Ji Miluo hard.

"Bored!" Looking at the opponent's attack, Ji Du, who thought the opponent's trump card would bring some surprises to him, had an impatient feeling in his eyes. During the Xuanji movement, a thick bronze light appeared on his body. He kicked the ground with his feet, and after a loud blast, he directly broke the ground and faced the blood-red sword light.

"Bang!"

With a roar, the seemingly sharp and huge sword light shattered inch by the bronze figure like glass hitting the steel wall!

The blood-red shattered sword light was flying. In Qingfeng Qilang's dull gaze, Ji Mo's palm stretched out was still cast and hit the knife in his hand, knocking his weapon as treasured into several pieces, and then slapped his chest with a palm.

"Puff!" A mouthful of boiling blood spurted out of his mouth with boiling heat. The whole person slid over 30 meters on the ring and fell into the water with a "puff".

In the ring, deep knife marks were left in the scattered blood-red sword lights, making the gray-white ground messy. In this messy ring, a slender figure was slowly leaving, making the audience who witnessed this game quiet for a few seconds and shouted for the battle just at the end of the season.

Compared to the boiling audience, the innate masters were surprised by the strong body that the end of the season just showed. Even when Dugu thought of the powerful posture just now at the end of the season, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked by the strength of the end of the season.

However, Dugu knew that this was not the strongest force at the end of the season!

When the sword is released at the end of the season, that is the strongest end of the season!

Ji Mi returned to his VIP room, Tang Zaili served hot tea and asked nervously: "Boss, are you okay??"

"It's okay!" Ji Mo responded, sat on the sofa in the VIP room, took the tea with a good temperature and took a sip, and said with a faint smile: "Do you think I'm in trouble? Who is the next one?"

"Haha, the boss is good, so the Japanese should fight!" Tang Zaili shouted happily and said, "The next game is James from Country A and Okam's daughter Bebelah!"

"Oh, Okam's daughter? I wonder how capable she has learned his father?" As he said that, with a look of thought, Ji Mo stood up and looked at the ring.

A tall, bearded uncle with a kind face, and a petite, seemingly weak, and even a baby face. When these two people appeared on the stage, a contrasting cuteness emerged rapidly, which made people very interesting.

But after the battle between the two began, the contrast between them was instantly left behind.

There was no sword coming out, and there was no weak woman with a crack on the ground, and there was no punching him, and a big hole appeared on the ground.

James, the innate master of Country A, mainly attacked with his two fists. Facing Bebel's attack, he just stood there leisurely and punched and hit back.

Bebelah is more like showing herself to the other party, attacking around the other party.

"Ha!" With a soft shout, Bebelah kept attacking James at a high frequency and tricky angle. A series of bright sword energy opened and closed with her, but it seemed very clever, attacking James. It looked like a dancing person was circling around others.

After a while, Bebela, who had circled around James twice, inserted the sword in her hand and inserted it to the ground with a crack, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said a few words to James, and then gave in.

"It seems that the two of them know each other! No wonder this battle is more like teaching." Ji Mo got an answer in his heart when he heard Bebella call the other uncle.

It is said that Occam and James have a good relationship, but now it seems that what they say is true.

In the next game, when James's students met Occam from the UK, they confirmed the idea of ​​the end of the season. Occam also stood there and did not take the initiative to attack, but used a giant sword that was 1.6 meters wide and half a foot wide, like a shield, constantly adjusting the direction and resisting the opponent's fists.

Of course, the final result was no surprise, and naturally Okam won easily.
Chapter completed!