The immortal looked cruel and fierce. The retreat just now was inevitable, but the experience of being injured was inevitably caused by the injury. His life's frustration and inferiority complex turned into anger against Qi Potian at this moment. He urgently needed to crush Qi Potian's dignity to regain confidence and superiority.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You trash, do you think you can beat me if you don't want to live? The trash is just a trash after all! You trash are born to be trampled by our immortals. The victory and defeat of the great battle ten thousand years ago determined this! No matter who you surrender now, no matter how unwilling you, you will never be able to change this result. Do you understand?! You trash!"

The immortal's spiritual energy kept pouring from his palms into his throat. Qi Potian breathed hard, and his face turned from blue to purple. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of this big hand like a clamp.

Seeing Qi Potian struggling hard but unable to do anything to his appearance, the immortal was very happy and couldn't help laughing out loud. He deliberately slowed down the damage speed of the spiritual energy and Potian just to appreciate the other party's dying struggle.

Qi Potian said with difficulty: "I...not..."

"What are you not?" the immortal asked contemptuously.

"No...a waste!" Qi Potian suddenly growled.

In an instant, the immortal sensed the extreme danger, and he quickly let go of Qi Potian and retreated. But it was too late. As Qi Potian's secret fingers were completed, a flying sword flew out of his sleeve, pierced his neck from behind the immortal's head, and cut off his head.

"You... are looking for death!" When the immortal sensed the abnormality behind his head, he tried his best to hit Qi Potian's chest with all his strength.

With a dull sound, Qi Potian flew backwards again and fell into the ruins. The immortal's headless corpse also blew the blood fountain and fell down, his head falling aside. He stared wide at the same time before his death, dying with his eyes open.

Qi Potian sat down in the ruins, tilting his head, unable to move his fingers, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth, wetting his shoulders and front panel. However, when he looked at the immortal's corpse, the corners of his mouth moved, and even outlined a smile, which was particularly proud.

The battle did not stop because of this, and the attacks of immortals and ferocious beasts on Luo Xinjie continued. Falling in the ruins, Qi Potian was faintly breathless, and no one noticed him anymore. Even the ferocious beasts nearby were too lazy to look at him, just thinking that he was dead.

In the later stage of the battle, the witches were killed and injured, and sporadic beasts broke through the defense line and rushed to the back of Juxing Tower.

A fire-gold wolf king ran through the ruins, but his body stopped halfway. It looked back in confusion and found that its hind legs were being grabbed by a blood-stained hand. No matter how hard it was, it could not be shaken away. The owner of the hand was still sitting in the ruins, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The Fire Golden Wolf King touched the other party's eyes, which were a pair of eyes with little vitality but still firmness.

"I promised the princess that there would be no ferocious beast that could cross Luoxin Street!" Qi Potian stared at the Fire Golden Wolf King. In his hazy and blurry sight, there were only the other party's furry legs.

The Fire Golden Wolf King was furious and turned around and rushed towards Qi Potian.

The two sides fought and bit each other.

A moment later, Qi Potian stood up staggeringly from the ruins. His mouth was covered in blood, and his neck was lying beneath his feet. There was still a tuft of hair hanging on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't bother to vomit it, maybe he couldn't feel it anymore.

One ferocious beast after another rushed to the vicinity of Juxing Tower.

Qi Potian's eyes were scarlet, dragging his long sword, and taking staggering steps, he waved towards the ferocious beasts in one step and three times. His eyes were already confused, and it was difficult to see the ferocious beasts clearly, but he was still moving forward, subconsciously murmured, "I, Qi Potian, under King An's command... Hei Shiling Butcher..."

One ferocious beast after another threw him down and bit him. But he stood up again and again and walked towards the ferocious beasts rushing over. His clothes gradually broke, and the scratches were deep enough to see the bones, thick blood kept gushing out, and blood was accumulated under his feet.

He lowered his head, limped forward, but stared at him and said, "I, Qi Potian... will not let any ferocious beasts go..."

Another ferocious beast threw him to the ground. This time he fell into a pool of blood and never got up again.

The battle is finally over.

The monks once again repelled the attack of the ferocious beasts.

Seeing the ferocious beast retreating like a tide, Li Jian could no longer hold on and half kneeled on the ground and gasped. He looked around and found that there were less than a hundred monks standing on Luoxin Street.

He didn't see Qi Potian.

By the time he found Qi Potian, the other party's body was already blue and white.

He paniced and took pills to Qi Potian, using spiritual energy to heal the other party, but the effect was very little, but he did not give up and continued to work hard.

He became more and more anxious, and began to sob, his nose and blood flowed down, and his voice also cried, "Open your eyes, you bastard! I have disliked you for a long time, and I have wanted to teach you a lesson, you guy who just likes to brag... Open your eyes, get up and say, you are Qi Potian and the butcher of Heishi Ridge!"

Finally, Qi Potian woke up from a dream and sat up straight. He stared at the vain in front of him with his eyes that looked like a copper bell, staring at the void in front of him, and suddenly shouted loudly: "I, Qi Potian, King An's confidant, and the famous butcher of Heishi Ridge..."

Without waiting for Li Jian to speak out in surprise, Qi Potian, who said this, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and fell down straight.

Li Jian was stunned, in the ruins of corpses everywhere and blood flowing, and did not move for a long time, like a statue.
Chapter completed!