Fortunately, Jesse was also kicked hard by Han Youran's kick, kicking the bones of four fingers, and the whole person fell backwards more than ten meters before stopping. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If Han Youran hadn't resisted this time, Jesse would have had a chance to kill Han Youran just now.

Now the two stopped almost at the same time and shot at each other at the same time.

The wings were suspended in mid-air with Han leisurely, and the broken foot did not have to contact the ground, and the pressure on the body was reduced.

Unlike her, Jesse didn't care about the injured hand at all, as if he didn't feel the pain, and still hit with an iron fist.

"Waste, merge your soul into the Knife of the Dead."

As Han leisurely approached Jesse, the voice of the devil suddenly sounded in his head.

At this time, Han Youran didn't have time to worry about him, and he was called waste.

Although it was the first time I had heard the name "Knife of the Dead", it was supposed to be a scythe in my hand.

It's just how do you incorporate the spirit?

Han Youran didn't know what to do, Jesse's fist had already appeared in front of him, and Han Youran only had time to concentrate all his energy on the sickle in his hand for a moment, but he didn't react at all.

Han Youran hurriedly turned his wrist, and the sickle slashed horizontally, slashing at Jesse's fist.

"Waste, you idiot!" The devil's voice roared angrily in Han Youran's mind.

Han Youran couldn't be distracted, staring at Jesse intently, refusing to stop his fist.

I was shocked in my heart, did the other party really want to fight with her like this, and exchange one hand for punching herself.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of stopping, the light in his eyes brightened even brighter because of excitement, and Han Youran was also ruthless, changing one punch for one hand! Good! Come on!

Han Youran's eyes were fierce and crazy, full of the smell of blood.

Jesse was even more excited when he saw the light in Han Youran's eyes!

Everyone saw two women with angel wings, with crazy faces and bloodthirsty eyes, fighting together.

In the blink of an eye, dark purple blood splattered, angels fell like meteors, and golden blood fell bit by bit like tears.

And the inexplicable smell.

Jesse didn't even look at his broken wrist, his eyes became even more fanatical, and he only stretched out his tongue and licked the golden blood that splashed on her mouth, and after the golden blood stained her tongue, it was a rattling sound, and a black spot was left on her face.

Jesse felt the taste coming from his tongue, laughed wildly and chased after Han Youran, who flew upside down, while shouting, "Shenxiang! There's a divine fragrance in your blood! ”

Han Youran held the sickle and flew out a hundred meters away without stopping, and his nose, which was originally tall, was smashed by this punch, and even his surrounding faces turned purple, and two nosebleeds soared.

It's not because of the pain, but because of the sour nose Han Youran's eyes with tears in his eyes.

"Close your eyes, concentrate, and condense all your spiritual power towards the blade of the dead! Go summon it! The devil's voice thundered again.

This time, the opponent is definitely going to kill Han Youran, rather than waiting until Han Youran is beaten half to death and then find a way to save her, it is better to directly develop her strength and let her survive.

Han Youran obediently closed his eyes, and the tears that were always in his eyes were squeezed out of his eyes.

With the cold sound of the wind in her ears, Han Youran took a deep breath, calmed down, ignored Jesse who rushed towards her, and concentrated all her energy towards the sickle in her right hand, little by little.