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Because Xiao Tian temporarily closed the main meridians around his body, the true qi that remained in it and had time to return to the dantian in the future, he had no way to vent under the interference of external forces, so he began to rampage in the meridians.

The intense pain made Xiao Tian couldn't help but snort, and blood spilled from his mouth irrepressibly, dripping on the snow-white earth.

This kind of injury is already extremely serious for Xiao Tian, and it is even worse for Sun Miaohan, who has lost a lot of blood before.

Therefore, Xiao Tian checked the situation of the woman in his arms at the first time, but saw that her breathing was steady and her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she looked like she was asleep.

"Don't sleep!"

Xiao Tian squeezed out two words from between his teeth, but he was approached by the sword qi that attacked behind him again, and he couldn't control it and spit out a mouthful of blood again.

Sun Miaohan, who seemed to be asleep in his arms, suddenly frowned even deeper, and a drop of scarlet red dripping from his pink lips made him subconsciously purse his lips.

Suddenly, Sun Miaohan only felt a fishy sweetness spread in his mouth, which made him wake up instantly and realize what had happened.

Sun Miaohan raised her head violently, and when she saw Xiao Tian bleeding from her mouth, she hurriedly asked with concern, "How are you?!"

"It's the first time I've seen you in such a hurry. Xiao Tian showed a reluctant smile and said in response to the question.

Sun Miaohan, who had recovered some strength, didn't have time to speak again, when he saw a sharp sword qi suddenly attacking, but he was once again blocked by Xiao Tian with flesh and blood.

At the moment when the sword qi approached Xiao Tian's body, Sun Miaohan's beautiful eyes flashed with fierce intent, which actually made Qiantai's volatile sword qi stagnate, and he could no longer take a step forward.

At the same time, Sun Miaohan's black and white eyeballs ignited a little blood red from the very center, and then it was like being infected with a plague, and the whites of the eyes were infected in less than a blink of an eye, and the blood-colored light burst out of the eyes like two sharp swords.

Wrath!

This is the only emotion that Sun Miaohan can perceive at this time, if she remembers correctly, the last time she was so angry was when she was a child.

At that time, Sun Miaohan, who was ridiculed for having no father and no mother, showed his beast-like power for the first time, and his desperate attitude of exchanging injuries for injuries and fighting for his life really frightened a large number of disciples of the same generation.

If it weren't for Xu Ming's timely action to stop it, I am afraid that it would have to cause a bloody incident.

And Sun Miaohan also became famous because of this, and even many senior sisters who were older than her and whose strength was higher were polite to her, and most of their peers respected her.

In a way, this is one of the reasons why she has few friends.

After more than ten years, Sun Miaohan once again awakened this anger, the momentum of tearing the enemy apart desperately, so that the sword qi released by Qiantai suddenly subsided, and he couldn't even stalemate with him for a moment.

Qiantai suddenly felt a solemnity, and the long knife in his hand began to hum, as if he was excited to meet his opponent, but its owner did not feel any excitement at all.

Regardless of whether the long knife in his hand was excited or trembling, there was no doubt that the current Sun Miaohan was enough to threaten Qiantai, so that he could not ignore it no matter what.

For a time, Qiantai's understanding of the Chinese people changed again.

He had heard in the story before that the Chinese people with delicate minds and rich feelings were able to use this kind of ethereal thing to make their strength skyrocket, but he didn't expect to see the things in this kind of story with his own eyes today.

However, in fact, Qiantai's understanding at this moment really can't be completely wrong.

Because, even Sun Miaohan himself can't tell where his anger comes from at this time.

Among them, of course, there is anger at Qiantai wanting to kill him, but will it be because of him?

Thinking of this, looking at Xiao Tian who was leaning on his body obliquely, Sun Miaohan shook his head and decided not to think about these things for the time being.

After gently placing Xiao Tian on the ground, Sun Miaohan wholeheartedly began to integrate himself into this monstrous anger, and the eyes that had originally regained their clear color turned blood-red again, as if a demon god had descended into the world.

After a while, Sun Miaohan closed his eyes tightly, and the dantian suddenly spun at an unprecedented speed, and the seal attached to the main meridians of the whole body was violently lifted in an instant, and exploded before it disappeared, shaking the meridians into several cracks.

The pain that came from all over her body, in the eyes of Sun Miaohan, who was in absolute anger, was completely indifferent, the more intense the pain, the more powerful it was, it could stimulate her to become stronger, and her momentum climbed again.

However, although Sun Miaohan himself was subjectively useless about this, the instinctive reaction of his body still caused a black blood to overflow from the corner of his mouth, and he had already injured himself first without hurting the enemy.

Feeling the violent and fierce true qi of the hundreds of limbs, Sun Miaohan's eyes suddenly opened, and then slapped the long sword hanging from his waist with one hand.

The hilt of the sword carved with the bloody phoenix shook suddenly, and then spontaneously swished out of the sheath, and the mysterious patterns on the snow-white sword body flashed and fell steadily to the palm of Sun Miaohan's right hand.

Perhaps by chance, just as Sun Miaohan's hand held the long sword, the last trace of blood-colored remnant sun on the horizon disappeared, and the sky and the earth fell into darkness.

Just when the light was completely gone, Qiantai saw a pair of eyes flashing with red light, staring at him, which made his heart subconsciously appear instantly frightened.

And Qiantai really lived up to the legendary name of the ninja world, after knowing that it was thankless for Sun Miaohan at this time, he quietly shifted his toes to the direction, and then quickly picked up the shaking disc and the Tianquan Stone on the ground, and it was going to go away in a few flashes.

Before Qiantai could feel fortunate, a cold voice sounded in front of him.

"Do you want to leave?!"

Just as the cold woman's voice settled, Qiantai suddenly felt a cold wind coming from his face, and immediately lowered his body and held the hilt of the knife behind him with one hand.

"Bell!"

With a sound of just the right sound of gold and iron, Qiantai completely pulled out the long knife with palpitations, and then according to his intuition and the trajectory of the true qi within his body, he placed the long knife horizontally in front of him non-stop.

"Bell!"

Another crisp sound came, and Qiantai slowly released the five fingers placed on the hilt, and then held them tightly, so as to relieve the somewhat numb tiger mouth that was concussed.

However, before he could even out his breath, he saw Sun Miaohan's long sword in front of him draw a strange arc, and then several afterimages split around her, surrounding his figure, refusing to let him go at all.

After perceiving it carefully, when Qiantai noticed that the fluctuations emitted by every sword shadow around him were equally real and powerful, and he couldn't see the reality at all, he finally put the long knife that had collapsed into a gap behind his back.

After taking a deep breath, Qiantai suddenly folded his hands, and then brought all his fingers back together except for his thumb and forefinger, forming a slightly strange gesture.

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