Seeing this scene, Yun Fan asked eagerly, "What is the weakness of this trick!"
"In his current realm, Feijian can only attack ten feet at most!"
Just as soon as the voice fell, that white brilliance pierced through the air again.
Suddenly, the dazzling light filled the eyes.
Amidst the sound of the ears, a hurricane-like shock wave was set off, surging on all sides, and another house burst into ruins.
Fortunately, there are no people living in this street except Qingyuan Inn. Otherwise, I don't know how many innocent people will be implicated.
Although he could not hit the two, he was swept away by the huge wind and smashed into the hard bluestone slab, causing the injuries on his body to be further torn and expanded, blood surging, and almost two blood men.
"No, Feijian's speed is too fast, we can't escape ten feet of distance!" Yun Fan panting on the wall, sadly discovered this fact, which means that they can only hold Feijian's Attack, forcibly attack Huo Xuanlang's body.
That is tantamount to suicide.
The second sword missed, Huo Xuanlang once again pulled the gold thread to put Zixi sword in the sheath.
His eyeballs were bloodshot, hideous and twisted, red.
The green veins all over his body were exposed under the skin, and it seemed to break out at any time.
Gain momentum and prepare for the third sword.
At this moment, Yun Fan and Yang Shuxue are already scarred, relying on their weapons to stand on the ground, they can stand vainly, and they don't even have the strength to dodge.
This sword may be the end of this rainy night battle.
"Oh, it seems that we still lost. I have to owe your baskets of emperor bamboo grass to my next life." Yun Fan said jokingly.
"How can you die if you are undefeated?" Yang Shuxue glared at those heroic Danfeng eyes, and said with encouragement, "We can win. His flying sword has a problem. I clearly see that he can't manipulate the flying sword flexibly. It is pulled by a gold thread!"
"So?" Yun Fan asked curiously and ignorantly.
Suddenly, Yang Shuxue was silent, and pointed to herself. The cinnabar on her eyebrows already showed a dark red color. She said in a low voice, "I have a high level of cultivation. If I eat this sword, I have a chance to not die, and then I will grab the gold. The line won't let him take the sword, and then you attack his body at that time!"
"The heroine, Zhennai heroine, I will be so loyal to you. If I am lucky enough to survive, I will burn 30 baskets of horse grass for you today next year." Yun Fan extended his thumb in approval.
Zheng——!
The sword sounded.
Bai Yao's light rose again, cutting through the darkness and attacking them.
Yang Shuxue took a step forward, just as she had said before, ready to use her physical body to hold the flying sword in exchange for that instant victory.
Suddenly, a figure rushed ahead of her, taking the lead to stop Feijian.
Poof, a muffled sound.
The dazzling light hit his chest and was instantly swallowed by darkness.
Yang Shuxue was startled by mistake.
I saw Yun Fan smiled at her. As usual, he hated ghosts and said, "It's a coincidence, I think so too... It's just that I have suffered two swords for you, so I might as well try again. three."
The flying sword pierced Yun Fan's chest deeply, and the blade penetrated his back.
But for some reason, I failed to penetrate the body completely, but got stuck in it.
Ever since, this surging force pushed him back.
"Do it!"
Yun Fan finally shouted, the next moment, a lot of dirty blood gushed from the boy's throat, making him unable to make a clear and complete voice, only a stern whimper.
The wound through which the flying sword pierced continuously surged with bleeding arrows, spewing out a gorgeous and blurred blood mist.
A streamer condensed by blood, flying in the autumn rain long street.
The smell of fishy sweetness splashed on Yang Shuxue's cheeks along the wind, carrying the hot heat of a teenager's physique.
She immediately raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips, her eyes showed terrible blood, and a small group of red clothes surged like fire, urging her last strength and raising her spear to Huo Xuanlang!
"Back to the sword!"
Huo Xuanlang eagerly used the gold thread to pull Zixi sword back, but the gold thread tied to the hilt of the sword was firmly held by Yun Fan, preventing him from pulling it out easily.
"Back to the sword!"
Even if he urged his vigor and transferred it into Yun Fan's body with the help of a gold thread, causing him to suffer the pain of peeling skin and bones, he would not be able to retract Zixi sword by an inch.
In a hurry, he broke the gold thread tied to his wrist by himself.
Excessively driving the sword flying into the stunned hungry style made himself consume a lot of strength. The body was at the weakest time, and he had no time to resist the cold light that was about to pierce. The one full of cinnabar seals, clutched tightly in his hand, turned and ran away from the long street.
However, a blood-colored flower bloomed on his chest.
A spear pierced through, and a scorching fire rose above it.
Suddenly, Huo Xuanlang burned violently, and he wailed in pain. With the silver spear on his body, he struggled to take a step or two and fell to the ground as a raging fire.
After the last shot, Yang Shuxue was completely relieved and fell to her knees in the heavy rain, holding her hands on the ground with difficulty, panting for breath.
She turned her head and looked at Yun Fan not far away, lying in a pool of blood.
But seeing the young man with a sword still in his chest smiled, stretched out two fingers of his right hand and made a weird gesture.
He couldn't speak, as long as he opened his mouth, he would vomit out a large piece of dirty blood, but Yang Shuxue had a wonderful understanding of what he wanted to express-"Look, let's win this way!"
The young girl also tried to smile back, but the young boy's eyes suddenly dimmed, his arms fell weakly, and there was no movement.
"Hey! The surname is Yun!"
Yang Shuxue wanted to check his situation very anxiously, but she couldn't move.
The heavy rain still didn't seem to stop at all, and it hit her weak body mercilessly.
At this time, there were clear and steady footsteps from afar.
That is the direction of the inn.
Mu Cangxun came slowly, as if there was an invisible cover around him, and no rain could fall on him.
"Uncle, he...his life..." Yang Shuxue said like a gossamer, her eyes gradually diminished and lost consciousness.
"Don't worry, he drank a lot of well water containing the vitality of heaven and earth since he was a child, and his muscles and bones are far more tenacious than others. Otherwise, this sword would have broken his body into pieces, but it was just a little lifeless injury. It's all right." Mu Cangxun glanced at Yun Fan and said softly.
"That...that's good..."
After saying this, the girl couldn't hold on, fainted and fell to the ground.
"Thanks for your hard work, let's get a good night's sleep." Mu Cangxun smiled slightly and waved his sleeve suddenly.
In this world, the heavy rain stopped.
I saw the bodies of the two fainted on the long street suddenly rose into the air, and at the same time their injuries began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The bones, meridians, skin, those bloody wounds quickly recovered, and in a short while, they seemed to be complete.