As the blood mist dissipated, two figures slowly appeared in front of everyone.

The first to appear was Bai Fansheng's profile. At this time, he was already skinny, and the arm that was lying in front of him to resist Li Qingbo's dragon claw was broken directly.

At this time, Li Qingbo's dragon claws also turned back into ordinary people's arms, and his five fingers tightly grasped Bai Fansheng's neck. The neck that should have been crushed directly did not shatter immediately because it was only bones at this time.

Even so, Bai Fansheng could no longer survive.

This scene made the people of Canglong Pavilion and Nanyang Temple breathe a sigh of relief.

Winning, in the face of the secret technique of Canglong Pavilion, all resistance is futile!

Many people's eyes turned to the Bai family, and some of the Nanchang Patriarchs' expressions were full of struggles.

Before the contest started, they chose to side with the Bai family, but when the winner was decided, some of them secretly regretted it.

There was also a little panic on the Bai family's side. Bai Fansheng's appearance has proved that he has cast the bone spell to the end, leaving only a dry bone in his body, and his body and face have been turned into blood sacrifices, and there is no turning back. There are means to speak of.

On the other hand, the Great Elder was still sitting there with his face sinking like water, Ruili's eyes were thinking about something, and his gaze never left Bai Fansheng's body for a moment.

"Hmph." Li Qingbo looked at Bai Fansheng who was close at hand, very satisfied with his attack, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He could feel that there was still a trace of vitality in the person in his hand, but it was only a trace, and as long as he exerted a little force, he could directly cut off this trace of vitality.

"Heh..." Bai Fansheng's gray eyes suddenly flashed a hint of ridicule, but all the muscles and muscles on his face had been turned into blood, leaving only a dry layer of skin sticking to the bones. The human scalp is numb.

Killing intent flashed in Li Qingbo's eyes, and he tried slightly with five fingers to end the competition.

But immediately after, a look of astonishment appeared in his eyes full of killing intent, the spiritual power that should have been mobilized was actually empty at this time!

Not only that, he suddenly discovered that the strength in his body was rapidly disappearing.

A little fear flashed across his astonished eyes, and Li Qingbo slowly lowered his head, his gaze fell on his chest.

An arm that was so thin that only bones remained sank into his chest without a sound, and the blue barrier that he had condensed in a hurry before was still alive.

However, that arm went straight through the barrier and inserted into his heart.

"You..." There was surprise and unwillingness in Li Qingbo's eyes, he underestimated Bai Fansheng's final blow.

Feeling the rapid loss of vitality in his body, he kept thinking about the scene of the fight just before his eyes.

Suddenly, the corner of Li Qingbo's mouth twitched. He understood and understood why he lost.

At the last moment, Bai Fansheng's raised right arm successfully attracted his attention, tricking him into injecting most of his spiritual power into the dragon claw.

As for Bai Fansheng himself, he put almost all his spiritual energy in the palm of his left hand.

In the last blow, his defense was for offense, or in other words, he hadn't planned to live since he started playing.

I didn't lose in strength, but in will and determination.

Li Qingbo looked at the lifeless Bai Fansheng, his trembling lips squirmed slightly, and the voice in his throat was extremely weak, "You, you won..."