Yu Wenfan turned sideways again and sneered, "Hmph, hum." You still want to play with me? You didn't know where to drink milk when I was a killer. How could the former president of my dignified killer guild be attacked by a laughing man like you? Die! Those who offend me must die!"

Just as he was slashing out hundreds of sword rays, Yang Qiu cast seven more immortal techniques one after another. But he easily dodged it. An unconcealable look of despair appeared on his face. Yang Qiu unwillingly left tears, and said angrily in his heart: "Damn! Damn! Could it be that I have not been able to take revenge, but will die here?"

But at that moment, an inspiration crossed my mind like a meteor that pierced the night sky.

Yang Qiu said: "Wait. There's one trick I haven't yet performed. Finally, with a determined and confident gaze, he gritted his teeth and sent a message to the cursed key.

A moment later, the curse key disappeared, appeared outside Yang Qiu's body, and took the initiative to insert it into his chest and quickly rotate in a circle. Yang Qiu only felt a strange power surging from his chest to his whole body, and all the pain and numbness disappeared for the time being, and he said gratefully, "Thank you." With his right hand, he grabbed the good sword on the ground and put it behind him, closing his eyes.

Yu Wenfan was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise in his heart: "Huh, how can he still have the strength to hold the sword when he is so seriously injured?" But then he came back to his senses and sneered: "I really am." He's already a dead man anyway, what do I have to do with all this?Kill him and go back to his parents' house with Feng Bai as soon as possible. With another swing of his right hand, he slashed out a sword ray. Fell on top of Yang Qiu's head.

A moment later, thousands of sword rays were condensed above Yang Qiu's head, densely packed. Like a rainstorm, it overwhelmingly pressed towards him. The sword is thick, and from a high altitude, Yang Qiu is as small as an ant.

Yuwen Fan saw Yang Qiu close his eyes, put down the flying sword, laughed proudly, and said, "Hahahaha." You know you're going to die. Not bad. You are very smart. Give up the resistance and suffer a little less. Just once you don't feel it anymore. ”

But just when the first sword ray was less than half a meter away from the top of Yang Qiu's head, Yang Qiu's closed eyes reopened, and his right hand, which had hung down to his trouser leg, was finally raised. A brilliant white light rose from the sword of good nature. Under Yang Qiu's wave, it seemed to be a sharp blade that could cut through all things, and with a bang, it collided with the first sword. Smash it to pieces.

"Boom!"

A soft reverberation of gold and iron echoed. A piercing sword flew out from the good sword. Crashed into the second and third menacing sword rays, and with a bang, the two sword rays were split into two petals.

"Bang!"

A moment later, the two sword rays collapsed halfway through, shattered, and melted into the wind. Just as they collapsed, Yang Qiu's special sword drawing technique slashed out with the sword light that continued to rise, bang. Collided with oncoming swords, where it passed. The piercing sound of the sword collapsing was endless.

But it was always the sword that Yu Wenfan slashed out of, and the sword that came out of the sword drawing technique was not damaged in the slightest.

Yu Wenfan's face showed an unconcealable look of surprise. He said strangely, "What is this? It's actually stronger than my special move, the Flying Fire Meteor Sword, are you kidding?" Shaking his head in disbelief, he slashed out seven swords in a row with his right hand. But seeing that the seven swords slashed out were all shattered and scattered under the collision of Yang Qiu's sword without exception, he finally showed a dignified look.

"Hmph, isn't it just a sword? I don't believe I can't deal with you. Yu Wenfan shouted angrily.

Just as he spoke, a series of tinkling sounds echoed around him. The only sword rays that Yang Qiu slashed out collided with hundreds of sword rays, as if they were devastated, smashing all the swords that dared to compete with him. Yu Wenfan's pupils shrank, and his heart couldn't help but thump, and a trace of uneasiness swelled up.

He smiled dryly and said, "Are you kidding? It's just a blink of an eye, and three hundred sword rays have been smashed by it?" As soon as the words came out, his face changed again. It turned out that the sword rays that Yang Qiu slashed out continued to rush upward, like an unstoppable fierce beast, and in the muffled sound of "bang bang bang", three hundred sword rays were smashed.

At this time, there were no swords below this sword except for Yang Qiu, and there were still four hundred sword rays on it.

Yu Wenfan's forehead bulged with a hideous green tendon. He sank his face and said angrily, "Damn." It seems that this battle will not work without paying a little price. That's it. As long as you can kill this kid and break this sword, even if you temporarily lose the cultivation of a small realm, it is worth it. Biting the tip of his tongue, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, made a mark with his left hand, and pointed forward.

The entire four hundred sword rays all fused together, turning into a huge pillar of light and smashing fiercely on the rushing sword rays, engulfing it in the blink of an eye.

Yu Wenfan took a closer look, and found that the sword had finally turned into dust, and proudly curled the corner of his lips on one side, and said, "Hahahaha...... Hahahaha...... Sure enough, the power of the ants is not to be feared, I ......" Before he finished speaking, his heart suddenly beat faster, and he felt an inexplicable uneasiness in the bottom of his heart. He said strangely, "What's wrong with me?"

As soon as he spoke, a slight sound echoed around him.

"Poof!" as if something was being cut.

A white sword burst out from the butt of the pillar of light, slicing the huge pillar of light in half, and headed straight for Yu Wenfan, who was close at hand.

"Boom!"

A moment later, an earth-shattering loud bang echoed. I saw an exaggerated huge pillar of light shattering in mid-air, like a dissipated dark cloud, disappearing in a blink of an eye, leaving no trace of existence.

Yu Wenfan's face changed in fright, and he finally knew the source of his uneasiness, and dodged to the side in a panic, wanting to avoid this sword that could no longer be described as strong. But it still can't be avoided. The sword that came out of the sword drawing technique had already rushed to a position less than a meter in front of him.

Yu Wenfan hurriedly swung out the meteor sword to meet the attack.

"Bang!"

The sword touched with one. With a soft sound, he easily split the Meteor Sword and continued to fall towards Yu Wenfan's head.

A feeling called fear pervades the depths of my heart. Yu Wenfan felt that the cold air kept flowing from head to toe. I couldn't help but tremble, and for the first time I understood that death was so terrible, and I closed my eyes in despair, and I didn't even have the courage to open my eyes.

Yang Qiu saw that the sword drawing technique was so powerful, the sword was invincible, and in a blink of an eye, he actually broke the menacing meteor sword rain. He also smashed the huge pillar of light, and split Yu Wenfan's magic weapon Meteor Sword, and now he can go further. threatened Yu Wenfan's life, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the ground, and showed a relieved smile.

But at this moment. The sword trembled slightly. Seeing that he was about to collide with Yu Wenfan, he collapsed and collapsed at a distance of only half a meter.

Yang Qiu's face changed, revealing a look of surprise that could not be concealed, and said uneasily: "Oh no!"

Yu Wenfan closed his eyes in fear, and had begun to repent of his recklessness, but he found that the real death had not come for a long time, and he heard the word "bad" again. I couldn't help but feel a trace of doubt in my heart, and opened my eyes a slit. Look down. I saw that the original sword was gone.

He opened his eyes uneasily, glanced around, and found that the terrifying sword light just now had really disappeared inexplicably, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and said with a smile: "Hahahaha...... I'm not dead. I'm not dead. I'm not dead!It's great......" But before he finished speaking, he found that Yang Qiu was weak, and all his breath disappeared, just like an ordinary person, and finally suddenly.

He smirked and said, "I see. That sword just now condensed all the cultivation, no wonder it was so powerful. But alas, your luck was so bad that I was almost killed by you. Now, it's my turn to kill you. Boy, I'm really angry! I'm going to make you regret offending me!"

After speaking, his face instantly became gloomy, and he stretched out his right hand and pinched out a seal.

A bean-sized cold sweat flowed from Yang Qiu's forehead. He said in despair, "How can this be? I thought ...... I thought I could reverse it. I didn't expect ......," but at this moment, an inspiration crossed my mind like a meteor that pierced the night sky.

His face changed, and he showed a confident look of retreat, and said, "No! I haven't lost yet, I still have a chance." As soon as he spoke, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, dipped his left index finger in a little, and just when Yu Wenfan pinched the seal a little downward, he drew a small and simple blood gate and drilled in.

A dazzling light flew out from Yu Wenfan's fingertips, splitting into tens of thousands of white threads as slender as needles and threads, and smashed densely towards Yang Qiu. These thin lines fell extremely fast, faster than the previous meteor sword, and in the blink of an eye, they were already less than ten meters away from Yang Qiu, and they could swallow Yang Qiu in a second or two, turning into countless maggots of tarsal bones to eat away at his flesh and primordial infants.

But at this moment, Yang Qiu disappeared, as if he had never appeared, and disappeared along with the blood gate.

Yu Wenfan was stunned for a moment, and said in disbelief: "What!?" frantically glanced at the other directions under him, saw that Yang Qiu's half shadow was gone, and looked around at the left and right mid-air, seeing that it was still empty, and he couldn't see anything, and said in confusion: "Strange! Where has it gone? How could a big living person suddenly disappear?"

Just when he was confused, a bloody door appeared in the air three meters away behind him. Yang Qiu was carried by the obedient sword and flew to the blood gate, silently casting the immortal technique. Two green lights lit up in his eyes.

An inexplicable uneasiness surged in the bottom of my heart. Yu Wenfan said in surprise in his heart: "Strange. Why did I suddenly feel dangerous? Even if the kid was gone, he was just running away. What threat can a person who has not even cultivated be a threat to me? I must have felt wrong. ”

But at this moment, an even stronger uneasiness emerged in my heart. He tried to look up the source of the uneasiness, and found that it was from behind him, and suddenly remembered that he had not checked it only behind him, and looked back behind him. I saw Yang Qiu standing motionless in mid-air, two green lights shot out from Yang Qiu's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, he was already less than half a meter away from him.

Yu Wenfan remembered that Yang Qiu had used this green light, and finally suddenly realized, and quickly moved his head sideways to avoid it, but the speed of this green light was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had already reached the position of three inches in front of him. Just when he was about to avoid, a green light passed through his left ear and flew into the distance, and another green light popped and hit the left side of his face, hitting Yu Wenfan's heart trembling.

A moment later, the sights and feelings of Yang Qiu and Yu Wenfan successfully completed the exchange. Yang Qiu's whole body cultivation was completely lost, and he couldn't recover without a month, but the fatal injury was no more. Yu Wenfan, with a strong cultivation, was still far superior to Yang Qiu in terms of strength, but he was too seriously injured, and as soon as he became Yuan Ruofei, he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, revealing a look of fear that could not be concealed.

He said incredulously, "How could I? How could I! I ...... Stinky boy. It turns out that you still have such a trick against the sky, I will kill you!" A terrifying aura rose from his body, like a flame, covering his body.

Yang Qiu was taken aback and said, "What!? can he still not die after being so seriously injured?" The more he looked at it, the more uneasy he became, the more frightened he became, and in the end, he fell into despair again.

But at this moment, he saw that the qi around Yu Wenfan's body was very unstable, and the original serious injury still had a huge impact on him, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, raised his hand and pointed forward, shouting: "Good baby!

"Buzz!"

A soft sound echoed. The good sword shook slightly, turning into a bolt of lightning and rushing towards Yu Wenfan. Yuwen Fan saw that the momentum was coming rapidly, and it was too late to dodge, so the big man said with a voice: "Do you want to kill me?" Mobilize all the Gang Qi to face the Good Sword, but the Gang Qi is extremely unstable, and it seems to be connected, and there are many gaps in it.

The obedient sword rushed into a large area of Gang Qi, and with the help of Yang Qiu without any blessing supernatural powers, he successfully broke through all the impact of Gang Qi with only his proud material and extraordinary wisdom, and reached Yu Wenfan, and then, with a pop, pierced his chest.

Yu Wenfan was stunned, and his expression was forever fixed on the unconcealable shock and regret.

Completing the task perfectly, the good sword trembled excitedly in mid-air, but stopped, and suddenly turned around, flew down, and caught Yang Qiu just when he was about to fall to his death.

"Bang!"

A soft sound echoed. Yu Wenfan fell into the ground like a green onion. Yang Qiu took two steps closer and poked his exposed calf, seeing that there was no reaction, and he couldn't die anymore, he finally let out a sigh of relief, touched the good sword affectionately, and said gratefully: "Thank you, old man." If it weren't for you, I'd be dead. ”

The sword proudly cocked its tip, swaying left and right in mid-air like a dance, swinging back and forth.

Yang Qiu grinned happily. But at this moment, an unconcealable sharp pain surged into his mind like a tide. His face changed dramatically in pain, and he cried out in pain: "Ah! it hurts...... Pain Pain Pain Pain ...... I'm dying of pain......" His face was full of incomprehension. (To be continued......)