Nalan Yu's eyes were dark, he was completely dead, the effect of this shield just now was just to let him live for a while longer, but for him, it was a kind of torment.

Everyone knows that death is not terrible, what is terrible is the torment before death, and Nalan Yu at this time is at such a stage, he will naturally be disheartened.

In addition, the spiritual power in his body has been completely depleted, and he has no right to control his fate at all, so he is naturally even more indifferent.

But when the ugly middle-aged man shot again, the blue light that shrouded Nalan Yu's body suddenly broke away from his body and turned into a long sword in mid-air.

The ugly middle-aged man was startled at first when he saw the change in Qingguang, but then he calmed down and sneered, even if a real Dao Realm martial artist appeared in front of him, he would not have the slightest fear, let alone just a sword qi left behind.

It's a pity that he doesn't know the magic of this creation style, if he doesn't make a move, it's okay, the aura in this hundred clan battlefield is thin, and it won't be long before this sword qi will automatically dissipate, but when he makes a move, it is equivalent to automatically instilling energy into this sword qi, and even can, the stronger the power he uses, the greater the attack he will suffer.

However, this creation method also has flaws, because it is only the sword qi left by Lin Haoran, so there will only be the power of one blow, and after one blow, regardless of success or failure, it will dissipate.

I'm afraid Lin Haoran didn't expect that Nalan Yu would encounter such a perverted enemy, and instead of killing him directly, he would choose to torture him and completely exhaust his spiritual power.

In other words, any other enemy, as long as the other party threatens Nalan Yu's life, this trick will appear, even if it can't kill the enemy, but it is not difficult to hurt the other party, and Nalan Yu can take the opportunity to escape.

But no one thought that there would be such an accident as ugly middle age, and now they can only pray for Nalan Yu's own fate.

And at this time, he was already thousands of kilometers away from Nalan Yu's position, but a trace of doubt flashed on his face, looking in this direction of Nalan Yu.

In this direction, he felt a familiar force, but there was no familiar aura, which was an extremely strange thing, but he thought about it and came quickly to this side.

And at this time, the ugly middle-aged man has collided with the Creation Style, and when he really fights, he only shows the horror of this sword style, this sword style is absorbing his energy all the time, replenishing his own energy, which is simply unimaginable for him.

How is this possible, it's not that he doesn't know that there is such a technique for absorbing power, but this is just a sword style left on Nalan Yu's body, with such a terrifying power, he doesn't know if he can resist it if he meets the owner of this sword style.

But now it's too late to stop, not before, he has completely revealed his killing intentions, and even almost killed Nalan Yu, but now that he strikes again, there is no room for remorse, the only thing he can do is to defeat the sword in front of him and kill Nalan Yu.

Just when the Creation Style was excited, how many kilometers away from Nalan Yu and the two of them, Lin Haoran's face suddenly changed, and when they first separated, he knew that Nalan Yu was likely to encounter all kinds of dangers, but when the Creation Style was really excited, he still couldn't help but worry for a while.

"What's wrong with you, Haoran?"

Feng Piaosu looked at Lin Haoran's somewhat ugly face, and couldn't help but ask with concern, since the two of them reconciled, she had never devoured Lin Haoran's face, so ugly.

Cang'er has been following Lin Haoran, and when he saw Lin Haoran's ugly face at this moment, he couldn't help but feel moved, and immediately said, "Is there something wrong with Nalan Yu?"

Lin Haoran heard Cang'er's words and nodded slightly, "The sword style I left on him was excited, and I can only know that he is in mortal danger now!"

"But we are so far away that I can only vaguely feel that he is now directly west of us, but the exact direction is not very clear!"

Lin Haoran sighed softly, and now he could only hope that Nalan Yu's luck was monstrous.

His gaze was due to the west of him, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

In the outside world, it may be a great achievement to break the void, but in this battlefield of the hundred clans, this realm is just a freshman ant, don't break the realm, even if he is now in the realm of enlightenment, in this battlefield of the hundred clans, he does not dare to have the slightest carelessness.

Intoxicated and anxious flight, a green rainbow light streaked through the air, heading towards the familiar force he sensed, he was not a nosy person, but this time it was extraordinary.

At this time, the ugly middle-aged man is no longer like he was at the beginning, and he has used all his strength at this moment, wanting to quickly defeat the sword form in front of him, and then kill Nalan Yu, and leave this place quickly.

No one knows if the owner of this sword style is still in the battlefield of the hundred tribes.

And Nalan Yu, who was under the sword style, clenched his teeth at the moment, sat cross-legged, and quickly recovered the strength in his body, even if it was only one ten-thousandth of his life, he had to try it.

At this time, the creation style has conjured up thousands of sword lights, stabbing at the ugly middle-aged man in front of him, and the other party at this time, he also noticed the mystery in it, if he does not provide strength, then this sword style is almost a touch of collapse, but it is precisely because he just used energy to attack, which is equivalent to providing energy to the other party in disguise, this sword style will have such a terrifying power.

He frowned tightly, no longer retreated, holding the Emei thorn, his whole body surged, roared angrily, and walked towards the sword shadow in the sky.

The whole sky was shrouded by the sword light of the green sè, the dark sè of the Emei thorn shadow, the wind was howling, the sand was flying and the stones were flying, a scene of the end of the world, if it weren't for the fact that this was the battlefield of the hundred tribes, and the aura in the air was thin, I am afraid that the aura whirlpool would have been set off at this moment, but even so, it was a terrifying scene at this moment.

(End of chapter)