The crowd of onlookers had already dispersed and hid farther away to continue watching after Zhou Yan crashed into a house on the side of the road like a cannonball.

After all, it's okay to watch the excitement, but it's too cost-effective to get yourself involved.

Zhou Yan didn't look at the family who were stupid because he suddenly crashed into the house, if it wasn't for the True Qi Protector, this collision would be enough to hurt him.

The strength of the demon dream has exceeded Zhou Yan's expectations, but it is not yet time to admit defeat. And if he doesn't block the demon dream, Li and Yoyo can only be tied up.

As soon as he rushed back into the street from the gate that he had knocked open, there was a sharp breath in front of him.

The footsteps stopped instantly, and the sword stabbed from below.

The short knife in Youmeng's right hand blocked the iron sword stabbed by Zhou Yan, and the long knife still swept straight towards Zhou Yan's front door.

Zhou Yan leaned back to dodge the long knife of Demon Dream, and the blade grazed the bridge of his nose by the slightest margin. After a short period of contact, the demon dream did not retreat but advanced, but Zhou Yan flew backwards and retreated into this innocent family again.

"I'm sorry." Zhou Yan smiled apologetically at the family huddled in the corner, and then went straight to the window of their house and jumped out of the house through the window.

There was a sound of breaking the air behind him, and Zhou Yan didn't think about it, so he bent down when he landed. A long knife stabbed out of the window, and when he turned around, he saw Yumu with one foot on the edge of the window.

From this angle, can you see ......

Zhou Yan's thoughts, which were aimed at the diagonal line, were just about to float away, but he forcibly pulled them back. Now is not the time to care about this, although if you see it, you may be able to say that this life is worth it......

"It's not worth it!" Zhou Yan complained to himself, then swept a sword backwards, interrupting Youmeng's action of jumping out of the window, and then he ran towards the street without looking back.

"The cherry blossoms are shining, and the second type falls cherry blossoms."

Cherry blossoms seemed to appear in the void, and a strong sense of crisis came from behind. Zhou Yan, who was still running forward, turned straight around, and the figure of the girl waving a sword from the air came in.

"Sword Breaker!" The iron sword pierced out like a long rainbow through the sun, pointing directly at the long knife in Youmeng's left hand.

The iron sword stabbed the blade of the long knife, but the expected "break" did not appear. The long knife was only missed a little, and it still slashed towards Zhou Yan. And the little sword had already defended backwards, blocking Zhou Yan's iron sword that continued to move forward.

"Sure enough......" Zhou Yan sighed secretly.

His eyesight is not wrong, the place he aims at is the weakness of the Demon Dream Long Knife, and if he stabs it, he can break the attack of the Demon Dream Long Knife. But unfortunately, seeing it doesn't mean that the body can keep up. In the face of the long knife that was slashing quickly, Zhou Yan tried his best to stab a sword, but it missed by a fraction of a second, and it was stabbed by a thousand miles.

The result of the stabbing deviation was that the effect of this sword was minimal. This is probably the so-called eye high hand low low. You can see the weaknesses in the opponent's swordsmanship, but you can't hit them.

The sharpness of the Demon Dream Long Knife could already be felt in front of him, and Zhou Yan's wrist flicked, and the true qi in his body was transmitted along the meridians. A layer of sharp aura visible to the naked eye spread over the sword in an instant.

"Broken!" The next moment, the sword qi exploded, and this style was exactly the same as the attack method used by Youmeng just now.

Although this attack method of urging the sword qi to explode and trigger an impact is simple, it is very effective against the demon dream who has nowhere to borrow his strength in the air. This time, it was replaced by a demon dream that turned into a cannonball and flew out.

Sword qi was originally an ability that Zhou Yan didn't have at all. But as early as a few days ago in the Battle of Winter Rock City, Zhou Yan had already used his sword qi for the first time when facing a blue-skinned demon, although it was only a very weak point at that time.

But as long as there is one, there are naturally two. After that use, Zhou Yan had already initially comprehended how to transform the true qi in his body into sword qi. After a few days of refinement, although it has not yet reached the realm of free retraction, it is much better than not being able to use it at all.

This also proves that Zhou Yan does have a strong talent in swordsmanship, otherwise he would not be able to evolve the Taiji Sword and Dugu Nine Swords, which have the same sword theory (no moves to win and moves) but the opposite sword momentum (one slow and one fast).

After using the impact of the sword qi explosion to push the demon dream away, Zhou Yan began to run away again.

Youmeng was even stronger than he expected, and he had a hunch that the other party hadn't used all his strength yet.

It was the stupidest thing to do, and Zhou Yan had already thought of a countermeasure, that is, to run while fighting, waiting for the other party to reveal his flaws.

However, although the wishful thinking played well, things did not develop as Zhou Yan expected.

The demon dream, which was shattered by Zhou Yan's sword, walked back to the street after breaking the window of a house. And after Zhou Yan's unremitting efforts, the distance between him and Youmeng had widened by fifty meters at this time.

"The Sword of the Prison Realm, one flash in two hundred years."

The girl's voice faintly came into her ears, but the ensuing sense of danger made Zhou Yan's hairs stand on end. He instinctively wanted to lunge forward, dodging attacks from behind, even if he fell to the ground in the most unsightly position.

However, in front of the line of sight, Youmu was turning around in a posture where she had finished her attack.

"I ...... Yes! ”

was about to express his surprise and unwillingness to curse, but when it came to his mouth, it turned into an extremely suppressed scream. That's because there's a terrible pain coming from behind.

Zhou Yan was still in a posture of falling down at this time, and his body was still in the air. But on his back, there were already cross-shaped wounds.

The speed shown by the girl, this has exceeded the limit of the speed that Zhou Yan can cope with now, if it weren't for the true qi to protect the body and enhance the strength of her body, it is estimated that she would have been cut into four petals with the slash just now.

But in order to heal the wound, the true qi is also being consumed in large quantities. When Zhou Yan got up again, the injury on his back was only barely healed. However, there was a feeling of weakness in the body that a large amount of true qi had been consumed.

Since he couldn't run away, Zhou Yan put on a posture and waited for Youmeng's attack.

And the expression of the girl with the two knives remained unchanged and re-assumed the posture of slashing, and then spit lightly: "The sword of the prison realm, one flash in two hundred years." ”

His pupils shrank, and Zhou Yan's long sword could not be pressed down by more than an inch, but a sharp pain had already come from his chest.

With a "clang", the long sword fell to the ground. Zhou Yan, who was standing with the girl's back to him, gradually lost his eyes, and then fell to the ground stiffly.

Youmeng flicked his double knives, as if he was shaking off the bloodstains that did not exist at all. Then the two knives were sheathed, and after glancing at the young man who had fallen to the ground, with a large amount of blood spreading under his body and no breath, Youmeng closed his eyes and bowed his head for a second, as if in a short silence. Then he chased in the direction where Yoyo and the others left.

After Youmu left, there was an eerie silence in the room. A few onlookers cautiously leaned over. If it weren't for the stubborn holding down by their parents, I'm afraid there would be a few brave children who would pick up the iron sword that had no owner.

The pungent smell of blood made people feel uncomfortable, but a bold villager still trembled and reached out to touch Zhou Yan's neck.

No beating, no pulse, already dead.

The villager who came to this conclusion shuddered and jumped backwards a few steps. Thinking that you are dead is completely different from actually seeing a dead person.

"What's going on? Hey, get out of the way! At this time, the security regiment, which was originally hidden in the crowd of onlookers, made a belated appearance and shouted to drive away the onlookers.

Why didn't they come out to maintain law and order? That's because, of course, I don't want to be involved myself.

After all, they are just ordinary people, and in the face of these masters who are far beyond them, being involved and dying and then really dying can be equated.

In the early years, there were indeed many young people who were full of enthusiasm and vowed to maintain law and order, protect the people, and quell the fighting. Now, their graves are covered with green grass.

There is even such a sentence in the various security regiments to teach the new juniors: "The predecessors of the past were full of blood, and now the grave is green and grassy." ”

With these lessons from the past, it is an unwritten rule for the current members of the security regiment to deal with the fight of those who have mastered the special powers, and wait until they are done fighting.

After driving away the crowd of onlookers, Sean frowned and looked at the corpse in front of him, in fact, he was also beating the drum in his heart now. Because it was the first time he had seen a dead man, but he had to keep his composure, otherwise where would he put his face as the head of the regiment?

Well, this is just a small village, although it is called the vigilante group, but with Sean himself, there are no more than ten people. The daily task is nothing more than to walk around, solve the conflicts between the neighbors, warn the dog who takes care of his family to stop scaring the neighbors' children, and inform the family not to build a tent to occupy the street......

In short, it's just this kind of chores that I deal with every day. As for the things that would kill people, I have never touched them.

So the first time he saw a dead person, Sean was also afraid in his heart. However, for the sake of face, he forced himself to calm down and walked towards Zhou Yan's corpse. He had to personally confirm that the man was dead. Then think about what to do with it.

Squatt, then stretch out your fingers to feel Zhou Yan's carotid artery.

"Whew! Ahem...... "The corpse lying on the ground suddenly jumped up, and after gasping for breath as if it was deprived of oxygen, there was a violent cough.

"Corpse! Become an undead! Go to the pastor and purify it! The onlookers didn't know who roared, and then the people who were still around scattered in unison.

This time it's really scattered, of course, the closest to the home is still the gap between the windows and doors that leads to guò peeping here.

"Uh......" Zhou Yan, who had just regained consciousness and didn't know what was going on, looked at the crowd around him in a bit of confusion, and then turned his gaze to Sean, the only one who was still not far from him.

Sean Craig, the head of the vigilante group, has changed from a squatting position to a sitting position, and begins to tremble instinctively when he is stared at by the terrifying bloodthirsty eyes of the corpse of the "deceitful corpse".

Seeing the other party's state, Zhou Yan couldn't help but look down at himself, okay, the bloodstains on the ground are still vivid, and most of his body has been dyed red, which is really miserable.

"That...... Belch...... I'm sorry. ”

Zhou Yan, who no longer knew how to explain, could only try to show a kind and embarrassed smile, and then picked up the iron sword on the ground and left the place quickly.

After Zhou Yan left, Sean felt that his whole body had lost his strength, and if he wasn't afraid of being seen embarrassed, he would have fallen to the ground at this moment.

It's so dangerous, I almost peed. This is the black history that the head of the security regiment of a certain village and town is embarrassed to mention in front of people in the future.