It's like a paper cutter cutting through a piece of tissue paper. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The flying sword sent out by Yan Ningshuang easily cut the black-clothed monk's magic shield in half, turning it into two ice lumps and falling to the ground, shattering into ice slag!

As for the few sword rays sent out by the black-clothed monk, they didn't even have the qualifications to touch the flying sword! They were frozen into ice and fell to the ground before they could reach the flying sword, shattering into ice slag!

Finally, the flying sword slashed at the blackfriar. I saw that the ice cubes continued to spread on the blackfriar's body, and soon the blackfriar was frozen into a large ice lump, which fell to the ground and shattered into ice slag.

Seeing that the Blackfriar was dead, Yefeng flew back.

As soon as he arrived at Yan Ningshuang's side, before Ye Feng could open his mouth to speak, Yan Ningshuang's body softened and fell forward.

This is in the sky, and if you fall like this, you can't fall to your death immediately.

Ye Feng hurriedly hugged Yan Ningshuang. When he turned her over to face him, Ye Feng found that Yan Ningshuang's face was already full of black gas, and the black blood at the corner of her mouth flowed all the way to her clothes, staining the blue robe pitch black. It's obviously poisonous!

Seeing Yan Ningshuang's mighty appearance just now, Ye Feng subconsciously thought that Yan Ningshuang was fine. But now seeing the scene in front of him, Ye Feng reacted, Yan Ningshuang had been dragging his poisoned body to fight with the black-clothed monk just now!

For a while, Ye Feng was in a hurry, and took out the remaining Da Huan Dan from the mustard seed bag and fed it to Yan Ningshuang in one go. However, at this time, Yan Ningshuang made a faint sound:

"Don't feed me. It's useless, I know my situation, at most one more day, I'll die......"

Suddenly, Ye Feng was a little overwhelmed, and he didn't know what to do with his hands raised. If it was possible, he would not want to let Yan Ningshuang die.

At this time, the blackfriar's voice sounded on the side again: "She is right. At most, she will die in one day!" On the side, the figure of the black-clothed monk was revealed, and he saw that now in addition to the burning bubbles given by the blasting talisman, there was also a large purple frostbite given by Yan Ningshuang's flying sword. What's more, one of his arms was empty, and the fracture was full of broken ice, which was obviously the result of Yan Ningshuang's sword.

"Damn slut! You're all poisoned and you're going to work so hard!!Killing Lao Tzu wasted a life-saving shadow change talisman in vain!" The blackfriar's voice became more and more gloomy, and his words were full of undisguised killing intent: "You, both of you, are going to die!"

After saying that, black mist continued to surge around the blackfriar, corroding everything on his side.

"Senior Brother Night, help me delay for a while. ”

Just as the corrosive mist on the side of the black-clothed monk continued to expand, Yan Ningshuang suddenly whispered to Ye Feng.

"However, if you run the aura again, it will ......"

"I don't want to die at the hands of that kind of person, and I don't want to be defiled by him after I die. Yan Ningshuang's voice was full of determination.

Ye Feng glanced down at Yan Ningshuang in his arms. I saw that Yan Ningshuang's eyes were full of determination. The face full of black gas, the eyes that should have been dimmed, were now extremely bright, staring at Ye Feng uprightly.

With just one glance, Night Feng knew that he couldn't convince her. So he took Yan Ningshuang and lowered her to the ground, put her on the ground, watched her sit cross-legged, closed her eyes and mobilized her aura, Ye Feng stood up, did not look back, and said:

"I'll delay for you long enough. ”

After speaking, Ye Feng pulled out the Caoyang Sword. The purple long sword seemed to sense the will of its master, and before it was infused with aura, the sword body hummed on its own!

As the aura in the body continued to be injected into the Caoyang Sword, dark purple Tyranny Desolate Thunder appeared, and the thunder on the sword body continued!

Seeing that the black mist continued to press down, Ye Feng tightened his sword and slashed hard at the sky. At the same time, he drank in his mouth:

"Slash!"

Accompanied by Ye Feng's shouting, the Tyrant Desolate Thunder on the Caoyang Sword roared at the black mist like an ancient angry dragon!

Without a sound, the brontosaurus crashed into the black mist.

In the sky, the black mist stopped for a while, and the dark purple thunder dragon turned into a thunder dragon roared in the black fog, wanting to shake the black fog away!

Although there was no sound in the sky at all, its intensity was far greater than the battle with those three loose cultivators half a month ago!

The Brontosaurus was shrinking, but for a while the black mist would not reach the height of the Night Front.

Seeing that the black mist could not be stored for a long time, the black-clothed monk snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and three fishy, blackened and obviously poisoned black nails shot towards Yefeng again!

Bone Erosion Spikes!

Ye Feng's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly injected the spiritual energy in his body into the Caoyang Sword in his hand.

Thunder Blast!

With a tap of the Caoyang Sword, three jet-black thunderballs were sent out, instantly crashing into the three bone erosion nails!

Boom! Boom!

Three explosions rang out, and each thunderball slammed into the Bone Eater with precision, quickly enveloping it and then exploding. The domineering Tyrant Desolate Thunder within exploded, turning the Bone Eater Nail into waste in an instant!

This is actually when Ye Feng was in the Sword Gate, and the master of the Sword Gate Gate saw that Ye Feng had the Tyrant Desolate Thunder Seed and taught Ye Feng a small method to drive the Desolate Thunder.

"I underestimated you. The blackfriar's face was full of sinister smiles. No longer emitting bone erosion nails, but increasing some aura into the black mist.

In an instant, the black mist more than doubled, and the thunder dragon, which could still resist a little, was quickly corroded and disappeared in an instant, like an ice cube thrown into boiling water.

Looking at the black mist that kept falling, Ye Feng had no choice but to continue to slash upwards in vain with purple sword rays with tyrannical thunder.

However, this purple sword light could only be slightly delayed for more than ten seconds before it was corroded by the black mist!

Looking at the black mist that was constantly pressing down overhead, Ye Feng smiled bitterly.

Now he could clearly smell the smell of decay and death emanating from the black mist above his head.

Glancing back at Yan Ningshuang, who was still closing his eyes and condensing his aura, Ye Feng muttered, "I'm sorry, Senior Sister Yan, I said that I was going to break my promise." ”

After speaking, the black mist fell, enveloping the night front and Yan Ning Frost below.

"Haha! A little ant is a little ant, no matter how you fight, you will die in the end!" Above, the black-clothed monk was very proud, and let out a hearty laugh.

Laughing and laughing, the blackfriar smacked his lips, a little annoyed: "Damn, this little slut has been corrupted, how can I hang her body to the city gate!"

Just as the blackfriar was pretending to feel sorry for himself, an ice-blue sword light pierced through the black mist. Then, the sword light went back and forth, and in a short time, the black mist slashed and dispersed.

Below, an ice-blue shield on the outside of Yan Ningshuang's body floated, wrapping Ye Feng and himself, and the black mist couldn't invade at all!

The black blood at the corners of Yan Ningshuang's mouth was flowing more and more, but her momentum was getting stronger and stronger, and the sword bones all over her body kept ringing, and one after another sword intent rose to the sky, as if she was about to pierce the sky above her head!

Then, Yan Ningshuang squirted a mouthful of essence blood onto the long sword in his hand.

The moment Yan Ningshuang's essence blood touched the long sword, the long sword turned from a transparent crystal to blood red, and shrank again. From the size of a palm to the size of an embroidery needle.

"Slash, slash, slash!"

Yan Ningshuang said three words in a row, and with each word, a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, wrapping the blood-red flying sword.

As soon as the last word was spoken, Yan Ningshuang's sword bones were shaken, and a white jade-like aura emanated from her seven orifices and entered the flying sword. In an instant, the cold aura on the flying sword disappeared, and the entire flying sword completely turned into a crystal clear like the most perfect red crystal.

"Slash!"

In the end, Yan Ningshuang pointed at the black-clothed monk, and although he closed his mouth, there was a chopping word from his body.

This chopping word was issued, and the sword bone in Yan Ningshuang's body no longer made a sound. At the same time, her body trembled, and she fell to the ground, her white chin like a pebble, and it was full of black blood at the moment!

The flying sword was still there, motionless, as if it were still.

"Hahaha, you slut! With such a big formation, I thought you would attack so badly, but I didn't expect it to be just an embroidered pillow!, I'll kill that kid and then get on you, and finally hang your body at the city gate!" After the initial nervousness, seeing Yan Ningshuang's flying sword stop there and not moving, the black-clothed monk couldn't help but be even more proud, and his tone was even more cruel.

Ye Feng's heart sank, this time, can't he hide after all?

Just when the black-clothed monk was extraordinarily proud, Ye Feng was already desperate, and Yan Ningshuang didn't know whether he was alive or dead. The blackfriar, however, suddenly seemed to be stuck in the neck, unable to speak.

It turned out that at some point, ice swords had grown on him, stabbing his body with blood, and an ice sword pierced the throat of the blackfriar! No wonder the blackfriar couldn't speak. If you look closely, the ice swords actually grew out of the inside of the blackfriar's body, piercing the skin and revealing them.

At this time, the flying sword on Yan Ningshuang's side disappeared. At the moment when the flying sword disappeared, the flying sword suddenly appeared on the forehead of the black-clothed monk, stabbed into it fiercely, and brought out a trace of blood that had been frozen into a popsicle!

Syllable!

Like fragile glass, the blackfriar fell to the ground and fell to pieces in an instant!