Final Stage (2)

Hong hong hong~

The two became even more frenzied as the fight kept going. Xue Ying occasionally pierced Wan Jiu, but it always turned out to be his mirage body that he struck. Clearly, Wan Jiu was deliberately letting Xue Ying hit him.

Pu.

Xue Ying's spear was like a venomous snake, thrusting forward and then immediately retreating.

"This…"

Wan Jiu's two bodies suddenly stopped, followed by one of them dissipating.

Only a single Wan Jiu was now standing in mid-air, and he was staring at Xue Ying in disbelief. "How…how did you…"

"Your blade technique wasn't quite perfect, and my luck turned out to be better than yours," Xue Ying said.

Wan Jiu's eyes were filled with unwillingness.

His technique wasn't perfect? Xue Ying's luck was better?