"All right, you win," Xiao Qiang said with a sigh.
The next moment, what Long Jingtian did not expect, Xiao Qiang's voice turned cold, "Sadly, it is still you who will die."
A seven-colored pill had already appeared in Xiao Qiang's hand, and he immediately swallowed it.
Instinctively sensing trouble, Long Jingtian's hands revealed blood-red long knives, and in an instant, he slashed out hundreds of times.
In an instant!
The endless blood-red blade wheels, now carrying a red glow, filled the entire void, as if dyeing heaven and earth with a layer of fresh blood.
Crack, crack!
After two loud noises, Long Jingtian's blood-light long knives broke apart because of releasing too many blood wheels.
"Xiao Qiang, die for me!" Long Jingtian, with eyes almost splitting open in fury, roared loudly.
Looking again at Xiao Qiang, faced with thousands of blade edges, his face remained expressionless; then, he extended a finger.
