The Ling Pavilion Lord and his party couldn't help but secretly admire in their hearts when they saw that Lin Yiran had lasted so long, and he hadn't even shown fatigue on his face, although they knew that this was the special effect of the Nine Heavens of Wind Howling, but Lin Yiran was able to use the Nine Heavens of Wind Howling so skillfully in just a few days, which was already greatly beyond their expectations. Look at 1 gross 2 lines 3 Chinese net

Lin Yiran's idea is different, even if the wind howls for nine days, the consumption of spiritual energy is extremely low, but if he continues to consume it like this, he will still be defeated because of the depletion of spiritual energy. But he didn't have any other way, although the power of the Red Wind Palm was great, but he didn't have the absolute certainty of repelling the enemy.

The consumption of the Red Wind Palm was so huge, and now he could only use it with all his strength, so he didn't dare to take risks.

As time went by, Lin Yiran's face became more and more ugly.

The changes in Lin Yiran's expression were all seen by Feng Yangcheng, which made Feng Yangcheng have an inexplicable pleasure, and made Feng Yangcheng enjoy the sense of accomplishment brought by slowly consuming Lin Yiran's aura.

Therefore, Feng Yangcheng's mood became more and more pleasant, allowing Lin Yiran to slowly delay time, and even wished he could see Lin Yiran's embarrassment more.

Yi Yongyuan, who was on the side, noticed the change in Lin Yiran's expression, and asked Pavilion Master Ling softly: "Master, I think Brother Yiran is about to be unbearable, should we make a move together?"

"Wait, I think he should still have time to hold a stick of incense, and now he's just buying time for us. If we make a rash move, the disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion will inevitably make a move, and then we are afraid that we will not be able to hold even a stick of incense. Pavilion Lord Ling shook his head solemnly.

"But if this continues, I'm afraid that he won't last long and his aura will run out. Yi Yongyuan was still worried, and his voice couldn't help but increase a little.

Lin Yiran, who was in the battle, heard Yi Yongyuan's words, put his left hand behind his back, and waved at Yi Yongyuan, signaling the other party not to act rashly. See 1 yarn 3 Chinese net

"Yongyuan, trust him. When he really can't hold it anymore, we'll make another move!" said Pavilion Master Ling in a deep voice.

Yi Yongyuan noticed Lin Yiran's movements, nodded slightly, and stopped talking.

After another dozen rounds, Lin Yiran's forehead was covered with cold sweat, because the aura in his body was almost bottoming out, and he could barely hold out for another ten rounds at most.

Lin Yiran glanced at the direction of Tianhang City, but found that it was still quiet, without any movement, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Fang Yizhou, Liu Ming and Fang Xiaoyun's voices kept flashing in his mind, he originally wanted to avenge Fang Yizhou and Liu Ming, but today he could only be defeated in the hands of Feng Yangcheng in shame, and then commit suicide?

Then, he actually remembered the Heavenly Illusory Snow again, remembered his prejudice against the Heavenly Illusory Snow, presumably the Heavenly Illusory Snow couldn't find him at that time, plus his own incomprehension, he must be very sad.

But so what, now he will soon go down to see Fang Yizhou and Liu Ming.

I don't know if they will blame themselves for not being able to help them avenge? Maybe because Fang Xiaoyun is fine, they won't blame themselves, right?

I don't know if Heavenly Fantasy Snow will blame herself, maybe after she dies, Heavenly Fantasy Snow won't blame herself anymore, right?

As one thought after another kept flashing in his mind, Lin Yiran's movements became more and more sluggish, and the power of the wind howling nine days became weaker and weaker, and soon he could only barely offset Feng Yangcheng's wind blade.

The Lord whispered to the people beside him, "Let's go!"

Hearing Pavilion Lord's words, those few people rushed forward one after another and surrounded Lin Yiran in the middle.

Seeing this, those disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion immediately rushed up and surrounded Lin Yiran and his party.

Feng Yangcheng was a cold landlord, and said disdainfully: "Ling Yuan, you said that you are going to be single-handed, do you want to regret it?"

"If you have the ability, you go head-to-head with me and bully a junior, what kind of ability is it?" Ling Pavilion Lord looked back at Feng Yangcheng coldly.

Lin Yiran squeezed away Yi Yongyuan, who was blocking in front, and stood in front of the Ling Pavilion Lord, and said resolutely: "Ling Pavilion Lord, I asked for a heads-up, just let me continue to fight, and besides, I haven't lost yet." ”

"But you're about to lose. Pavilion Master Ling pulled Larin Yiran's arm.

Lin Yiran tore away the hand of the Ling Pavilion Master, turned his head and said softly: "I, Lin Yiran, said that it is not two, saying that it is a heads-up is a heads-up, even if I die because of this, I have no regrets." Later, if you have the chance, you must escape!"

"However, Brother Yiran......" Yi Yongyuan also shook his head at Lin Yiran, his eyes full of worry.

"Don't say it again, you guys go back!" Lin Yiran waved his hand resolutely, and then continued to say to Feng Yangcheng: "Let your people retreat, I haven't lost yet!"

"You're quite kind. Feng Yangcheng's disciples waved their hands and motioned for them to step back.

"Come on, Feng Yangcheng!" After Lin Yiran saw those disciples retreat, his right hand condensed the wind energy, preparing to cast the wind howling for nine days.

"Lin Yiran, if you kill yourself now, if I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll leave you a whole corpse. Feng Yangcheng looked at Lin Yiran, whose face was extremely pale and his forehead was full of cold sweat, knowing that the other party's aura was close to exhaustion, and his face was full of banter.

"If you want to be beautiful, if you want to die, I will also make you uncomfortable!" Lin Yiran struggled to swing his right palm.

But the wind energy emitted by the Nine Heavens of Wind Howling had weakened a lot, and after canceling out the two wind blades formed by Feng Yangcheng, it dissipated into the air.

But there was still a wind blade that struck Lin Yiran's chest without hindrance.

Lin Yiran looked at the attacking wind blade, and a helpless wry smile appeared on his face, because he now didn't even have the strength to dodge, so he could only let the wind blade get closer and closer to him, and finally hit him in the chest with a "snap".

The wind blade, which didn't seem to have much lethality, hit Lin Yiran's chest, but it made Lin Yiran fly upside down two feet away, and finally spurted out a mouthful of blood and lay heavily on the ground.

"Little Brother Lin!"

"Brother Yiran!"

Seeing this, Pavilion Master Ling and his party couldn't help but scream, and just wanted to rush over to help Lin Yiran up, but they saw Lin Yiran resolutely waving his hand and putting away the urge to help in the past.

"You lose, fulfill your promise, kill yourself!" Feng Yangcheng laughed.

"Kill yourself!"

"Kill yourself!"

......。

Seeing this, the disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion had a contemptuous smile on their faces, and they all started to coax.

"As you wish!" Lin Yiran glanced at the direction of Tianhang City again, and found that there was still no movement, so he had to helplessly wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, supported the ground with both hands, and stood up with difficulty.