He climbed up again and again and fell again. Every time Ai Siyu was about to succeed, Tian Yuping would always find some new way to escape. Ai Siyu knew he was teasing himself, but he still endured it.

"Brother Ai, this is the last time. You have to cherish this opportunity." Looking at Tian Yuping's arrogant posture, Ai Siyu stood in the distance and kept breathing, with a smile on his lips.

Suddenly move your right foot, start, accelerate, and jump, a series of actions are completed instantly.

Seeing him repeating this action again, Tian Yuping smiled helplessly, and he still jumped into the sky easily.

But what was different from the past was that a rain of blood fell from the sky, dripped on the ground, and disappeared on the black basalt surface.

Ai Siyu fell to the ground, stirring up a burst of smoke and dust again. At this time, he had a green dagger in his hand. The ancient runes on the sword body became clearer against the blood, and a layer of green

The confusion has spread out from ancient swords.

The air was filled with Tian Yuping's shrill howls. A huge wound was cut on his right leg, and blood was shooting out from it, sprinkling in the air like a bloody rain.

Everyone fell into silence, and people felt incredible. This young man on the stage really injured a sixth-level master, and the injury was serious.

A satisfied smile appeared on Mengxin's lips. Tian Mingzhe left his seat anxiously, frowning and staring at his seriously injured son. City Lord Yucheng nodded slightly.

"Brother Tian, ​​do your words still count?" Ai Siyu looked at Tian Yuping who fell on the ground and asked with his fists in his hands.

"Count it, count it calmly." Tian Yuping said through gritted teeth, but his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"But I only said I would spare your life, I didn't say I can't seriously hurt you now. The real game has just begun." After saying that, he jumped into the air, and the wound on his leg was covered with a layer of black liquid and stopped bleeding.
Chapter completed!