Qiu Yan took a step back, looking as if she was frightened, her face tense, one hand was protected on her chest, but the other hand was hanging down to her side, and then quietly reached behind her back in the shadows, as if she had grasped something in the dark. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At that moment, the halberd was like a bright moon, the wind was whistling like a rolling torrent, and the sense of oppression was like being reincarnated by Fengxian, and it was so overwhelming that Qiu Yan couldn't move for a while, Qiu Yan asked himself if he couldn't take the woman's style, and the image of the Fang Tian painting halberd in his eyes gradually expanded. But in the next moment, the air-tearing halberd suddenly stopped, and it stopped an inch in front of Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan couldn't see her face under the veil clearly, and the only light in the mausoleum at the moment was the Fang Tian painting halberd in her hand.

The sound of the wind rose again, and it blew faintly, and the air was dripping with red blood.

A drop of blood fell on the tip of the halberd, trembling slightly, with a thrilling and strange trace.

Qiu Yan only felt that his eyebrows were a little cold, as if an invisible blade had been stabbed down at that moment just now. The Fang Tian Painting Halberd stopped in front of his eyes, silent in the darkness.

"Why don't you hide?" a calm but unmistakable woman's voice came from the dark shadows ahead.

Qiu Yan took a deep breath and said. "You're very powerful, the halberd is too urgent, I can't dodge. ”

The woman in the darkness snorted and continued. "Even so, what does it mean for you to secretly hold the blade behind your back?"

Qiu Yan immediately raised his right hand hanging by his side, and without the slightest hesitation, he threw out Ji He, who was holding in the palm of his hand. After a while, I heard a muffled sound of 'poof!', and Ji He stuck on the tile not far away.

Qiu Yan spread out his hands, signaled that he was unarmed, and then slowly put them down. The Fang Tian Painting Halberd still stopped in front of him, without the slightest shaking, and there was no intention of taking it back. Qiu Yan added a trace of discoloration, looking at the weight of the halberd estimated to be a hundred catties, in a short handfight, his wrist was sore and weak, and He De, the woman wielded it handily, without dragging the mud and water.

"We really have no intention of breaking in, there is room for negotiation?We have repaired the damaged part of the mausoleum, can you let us go?" Qiu Yan paused when he said this, shook his head but didn't say anything more.

Suddenly the wind blew, and the drop of blood on the tip of the halberd suddenly split into two halves after a few trembling and twisting a few times, and silently fell from both sides of the halberd blade to the dark tile. It's just that in the blink of an eye, this Fang Tian Painting Halberd suddenly retreated, silently disappeared into the darkness, and returned to the woman's figure. There was a little light on the veil, it seemed to be her bright and clear eyes, she glanced at Qiu Yan and said softly. "Our clan has guarded the tomb of our king for generations, how can you steal the eyes of the world and enter my realm?"

"Huh?" Qiu Yan asked after a moment's pause. "Are you asking how I got in?" Qiu Yan said as he gestured, and when he received a nod from the woman, he said. "We..."

Suddenly, there was a sudden shock, suddenly there was a sound of wind, suddenly there was a roar, and suddenly a figure rushed out of the darkness, and instantly rushed behind the woman.

The woman's face under the veil was shocked, but with her backhand, she stabbed the bloody halberd directly at the rushing figure.

The person who rushed out at this time was Zhang Yanfeng, who was hiding, he saw Qiu Yan in the dark that he was worried about his life, so he had to rush out to relieve him, facing the halberd blade, he turned sideways, and punched the woman in the face. After all, Zhang Yanfeng trained in the same way as Qiu Yan on Heyue Island, although he couldn't say that he was hard, he was still better than ordinary people.

"Thief!" shouted the woman, who was furious.

"Don't!" Qiu Yan's pupils were extremely constricted, and before the words fell, his whole body suddenly stiffened, and his body suddenly froze.

Fengxian's mausoleum suddenly quieted down, as if even a trace of cold wind had suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Yanfeng slowly lowered his head and looked at his body with an incredible look.

A bloody halberd came out of his abdomen. Drops of crimson blood, slowly dripping from the blade of the halberd, fell on the tiles at his feet, mixed with the filthy mud, and became the color of darkness.

Sharp pain, surging from his lower abdomen like a tide, as if tearing his body apart, he slowly raised his head, with a hint of despair and unbelievable sadness, looking at the man behind the woman.

"You—" he pointed to the woman, crying out in low pain.

The woman roared and pulled out the halberd, and suddenly blood splashed, Zhang Yanfeng screamed, his body trembled before he was about to tilt, and suddenly the woman grabbed her arm, and the right hand of the dancing halberd waved like a Shura ghost, and the cold halberd blade was inserted into Zhang Yanfeng's lower abdomen again.

"Uh..." Zhang Yanfeng's whole body curled up, as if he was a child who was afraid of pain, with a pale and bloodless face, looking at the man behind him in despair. The woman drew her halberd again, took a small step back, and blood gushed out, instantly staining half of his body red.

Zhang Yanfeng slowly held his lower abdomen and slowly retreated, with an unbelievable look on his face, but at the end, his face slowly calmed down, he just quietly looked at the man not far away, and his eyes were filled with relief and sorrow like compassion.

"Ah!!" The hysterical roar resounded from behind the woman, Qiu Yan's eyes were red, her face was full of violence, her body was like lightning, and she raised her fist and blasted at the woman, with strong murderous intent.

The two of them collided several times in an instant, but it was only a moment's effort, and Qiu Yan felt as if he had an illusion of being cut by Ling Chi, and almost everywhere on his body was scraped by the halberd and even cut and bleeding.

Qiu Yan's mind was confused, his fists were disorganized, and looking at the stumbling figure, his eyes gradually became foggy.

"Ahh But before she could hit it, her ankle had been grabbed by the woman, and her wrist was dragged hard and thrown towards Zhang Yanfeng's position.

'Boom!' Suddenly, the two people threw off the stone steps like overlapping shadows, and instantly turned into two rolling gourds, and the bones rolled all the way down the previous stone steps.

There was a smell of blood in the air, but Qiu Yan couldn't think about it at the moment, his whole body was completely out of control by the force, and he kept rolling, and he didn't know how many rocks and hardwoods he touched in the middle, knocking him all over his body.

He only felt that the whole world was spinning, and strange Venus was constantly twinkling in front of him, as if his body no longer belonged to him and was about to fall apart.

At some point, the speed of the tumble suddenly slowed down, and then rolled out of the distance before finally stopping. Qiu Yan was stunned for a while, stood up but suddenly fell to the side again, and tried several times in a row, only then did he barely keep his balance and stood trembling in place. 'Ahem' A large amount of red blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, and only a blank space remained in his mind, and the only thought left was probably. "Zhang Yanfeng, are you dead?"