In the blink of an eye, the ice sword in Murong Yanran's hand had already appeared behind the latter like lightning.

Wherever the ice sword passed, the air was torn alive.

After the black-robed middle-aged man's speed was reduced, there was no way to dodge this attack.

In the battle between the strong, every move and style is frightening, and there must not be the slightest carelessness.

Otherwise, even a trivial detail can often make the difference between victory and defeat.

The tip of the sword in Murong Yanran's hand stabbed into the back of the black-robed middle-aged man without accident.

In this process, although the black-robed middle-aged man tried to operate the demonic qi in his body in a short period of time and tried to build a defensive barrier, it seemed that the demonic qi in his body had become slow in the process of operation.

At such a close distance, he suddenly felt strongly that on the right hand of this girl in a blue dress, there was also a jade ring that exuded a strange aura.

From the beginning, he didn't feel that this girl had this kind of power in her hands.

Obviously, people seized the opportunity and took themselves by surprise.

The timing was so skillful, and the speed was impeccable, that he couldn't even build the last defensive barrier in the first place.

In this way, just one sword, in one round, the winner was immediately divided.

My cousin's practical experience is indeed impeccable.

Murong Xin'er couldn't help but be shocked when she saw it in her eyes.

This series of actions is like a cloud of water flowing with peers, which seems to be very coherent and is simply done in one go.

From her cousin's body, Murong Xin'er could clearly perceive the tiredness that appeared on her body.

This is not surprising.

Before Murong Yanran rushed over, she had already experienced a lot of battles, large and small, and the loss was not small.

Moreover, along the way, there was no time to rest at all, and it took a lot of spiritual power to keep urging the body method and maintaining the speed as much as possible.

The war with the demons is very cruel, either you die or I live, and there is no possibility of compromise at all.

Seeing the blood wetting her cousin's clothes, Murong Xin'er's heart couldn't help but sink, and her eyes were full of worry.

However, when she felt her cousin Murong Yanran's still stable aura, she finally realized that in this collision, it was her cousin who had the upper hand after all.

On the other hand, the black-robed middle-aged demon clan who was originally invincible was shining with despair and unwillingness in his eyes at this moment.

was accurately penetrated by Murong Yanran's ice sword, and he was directly chilled, and his life breath quickly withered.

Eventually, he just opened his mouth, perhaps wanting to say something, but black-red blood quickly gushed out of his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

In this brief moment, the black-robed middle-aged man used his last bit of strength, turned his head with difficulty, and glanced at Murong Yanran in horror.

Dying at the hands of a young woman in her early twenties was a huge shame for a demon warrior like him.

He sadly found that he had no chance to die with the other party in the past few years.

It's really sad and lamentable!

After penetrating the middle-aged man's heart, the cold aura emitted by the ice sword quickly spread all over his body, transforming into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.

"Broken!"

As Murong Yanran snorted softly, the black-robed middle-aged man's body immediately turned into pieces of fine broken ice and fell to the ground.

A demon clan's low-level peak powerhouse, just one move, he was defeated, and he ended up with a corpse and bones!

But at this moment, Murong Yanran, who had just fallen to the ground, turned even paler on her face.

The right hand holding the long sword was constantly flowing with blood.

Her body shook slightly, only to hear a thud, and the sword in her hand was inserted into the ground, so that she could barely stabilize her body and not fall to the ground.

"Sister Yanran...... Are you alright?"

As soon as her heart sank, Murong Xin'er's figure flickered, and she appeared directly beside Murong Yanran and held her up.

Then she carefully lifted the sleeves of her unobtrusive clothes.

It was such a subtle movement, and Murong Xin'er could still clearly feel Murong Yanran's arm, trembling slightly because of the intense pain.

Obviously, Murong Yanran's injuries were not light.

For a moment, a sour feeling lingered in Murong Xin'er's heart, and her vision became a little blurred.

Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Murong Xin'er retracted her thoughts, and her gaze had already fallen on Murong Yanran's arm.

I saw that on the arm that was originally like a lotus root, there were several cracked scars, and blood slowly flowed out from the cracks in the flesh, which was shocking.

Blood dripped down his arm and down his fingertips, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

Murong Xin'er hurriedly took out a jasper-textured medicine bottle from her arms, and directly poured all the dark green medicine liquid inside on top of those wounds.

Rao is Murong Yanran is mentally tough, and under the stimulation of the drug, she still can't help but gasp.

"Cousin, bear with it, this is the mucus on the jade toad's body, it has a miraculous effect in treating external injuries, and it won't leave a scar!"

As Murong Xin'er spoke, she tore off a rag from her skirt with a bang and carefully bandaged Murong Yanran's wound.

But she hadn't completely bandaged it yet, and suddenly felt the aura of two demon people around her rapidly approaching.

In a hurry, Murong Xin'er couldn't take care of much, so she had to quickly tie a knot for Murong Yanran.

At the same time, the two sisters turned their true qi into action again during the class, and immediately entered a state of battle again.

In this brutal war of life and death, there is simply no time to deal with these minor wounds, and all that remains is constant fighting......

Even if they know that the chance of winning is slim, most of the people in the Xuanmen who know the truth have already made up their minds to die.

For them, even if they knew that they would die, they had to try their best to pull a few demons on their backs, at least to reduce some pressure on the others.

That's a well-deserved death.

Zhuge Rousang did not lead several of her future daughters-in-law into the battle in the center position.

Deep down, she certainly didn't want them to take the risk.

Even if you know it, you will inevitably encounter the demons in the end.

But for Zhuge Rousang, if they can contact the demons later, let them contact them as late as possible.

Or that she is willing to use her flesh and blood to temporarily hold up a relatively safe sky for them.

Even if it will be very short, it will at least give them a moment of peace.

That's the only thing she can do right now.