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Zhao Fukong's figure disappeared into the air, and Zhou Yan immediately stepped forward to prepare to attack, but he didn't see Zhao Fukong appear for a long time.

He left? This idea just appeared, and it was thrown out of Zhou Yan's mind.

Zhou Yan's intuition told him that Zhao Jiukong had not left yet. And it's hiding around here, ready to give him a fatal blow.

Now, of course, you can't draw out the sword light in the sky to protect yourself, and the method of waiting for the rabbit can only be used when Zhao Fukong still has the mind to play before, otherwise as long as the other party doesn't attack, Zhou Yan himself will die of exhaustion first. Zhao Fukong's suddenly changed temperament just now, making Zhou Yan understand that the enemy who was now against him was already a powerful and terrifying assassin.

The opponent only has one blow, and he only has two choices, death or life.

Louise, who had dragged Margaret away from Zhou Yan's location, and Yoyo, who had gone around a big circle to meet her, two girls who were only one year apart were nervously staring at Zhou Yan who was standing in the field and was on guard.

However, there was still a slight difference between them, Yoyo was just pure worry, while Louise was frowning, still thinking about how to cross the blocked road into the underground of the castle and activate the magic circle that only she could activate.

Waiting was originally a disturbing thing, and for the assassination that might occur in the next moment, Zhou Yan's heart was very tight.

His back was already wet with sweat, and the passage of time had become blurred. The surroundings were so quiet that they could be heard, only faintly in the distance, and there were shouts of killing coming from nowhere.

Inhale slowly, exhale slowly, and try to pace yourself to be in the best possible position at all times. Zhou Yan began to feel that all the sounds began to get farther and farther away from him, only his own breathing was getting louder and louder.

At a certain moment, I felt a subtle change in the flow of the wind behind me. Zhou Yan immediately twisted his body and handed the sword in his hand in that direction. But at the moment when he made a move, Zhou Yan instinctively felt a strong crisis.

Everyone is born with an intuitive sense, which is often referred to as a sixth sense. It's just that there are strong and weak. And Zhou Yan was born with a stronger intuition than ordinary people, coupled with the cultivation of the day after tomorrow. Compared with his own judgment, many times in battle, Zhou Yan is more willing to believe in his sixth sense.

In fact, just today, he relied on this sixth sense to avoid Charlotte's steel needle rain.

At this time, his body was just halfway turned, but when he felt the crisis, Zhou Yan forcibly stepped and moved sideways.

The pain came from the shoulder in an instant. Blood splattered, but it also avoided the sword that had cut the carotid artery. Zhao Weikong showed his figure behind Zhou Yan, and there was still a trace of blood on the short sword in his hand.

Zhao Yukong was surprised again. Just now, he used a thin steel wire that was unrecognizable to the naked eye to change the flow of the wind behind Zhou Yan, inducing Zhou Yan to turn around thinking that the attack was coming from behind. And he pounced from the direction where Zhou Yan was originally headed.

But he didn't understand how Zhou Yan had discovered his true intention to attack. He has the confidence that his real attacks will definitely be done silently.

As for Louise and Yoyo, who were watching from the sidelines, they just saw Zhou Yan suddenly turn around, but they forcibly moved sideways halfway through. Then Zhao Fukong appeared, and at the same time, blood splattered from Zhou Yan's shoulder.

The pain made Zhou Yan inhale the cold air. The wound on the left shoulder is deep in the bone. If it weren't for the dodge instant, the head and body would have been separated by now.

However, Zhou Yan didn't even adjust his posture, and rushed over when Zhao Yukong appeared. He didn't dare to let this opportunity that had not come up so hard to slip away, if he let Zhao Fukong disappear again, Zhou Yan was not sure if he could be so lucky to dodge the next killing blow.

True airflow throughout the body, activation** brings a short-term speed increase. The distance between the two of them, which was already extremely close, was reduced to the shortest in less than a second.

Wang Yujian stabbed at Zhao Yukong without hesitation. At this moment, Zhou Yan's posture is not very good-looking, his left hand is hanging weakly, and his figure looks very staggered. However, only the sword in the right hand was stretched straight with the hand and the sword. From the shoulder to the tip of the sword, it looks like a perfect straight line.

Zhou Yan stabbed with a sword, and Wang Yu Jianshan carried a tragic momentum. At a distance of less than twenty centimeters, Zhao Yukong turned around at a dazzling speed, the short sword held in his right hand was raised back, and Wang Yu's sword blade swung aside with just a sound of "dang".

Wang Yujian's blade rubbed against the blade of Zhao Yukong's short sword, and Zhou Yan continued to impulse and continued to approach Zhao Yukong. Zhao Fukong, who had completely turned around, struck out with his left hand like lightning, targeting Zhou Yan's Adam's apple.

Zhao Yankong, who had changed his temperament, made a decisive and ruthless move, and in the face of Zhao Yankong's punch full of murderous intent, Zhou Yan forcibly raised his left hand.

The palms and fists intersected, and a dull sound of fractures was heard. Zhou Yan's wrist bent back at a strange angle. The pain made a layer of fine beads of sweat appear on Zhou Yan's forehead. But this time, Zhou Yan neither frowned nor screamed. What makes him unbelievable is that he is rapidly adapting to the pain, to the cruelty.

Zhou Yan's mouth was also opening and closing rapidly, as if chanting a scripture. But he didn't make a sound, but silently recited in his heart: "I have no sword in my hand, and if I have a sword in my heart, I am invincible!" If I have a sword in my hand and a sword in my heart, I am invincible in the world! ……”

It was a sentence that had been deeply imprinted in his mind, Zhou Yan's gaze was firmer than ever, and in reality, after his wrist bent in a strange arc to block Zhao Fukong's fist, the two continued to get closer. And Zhao Fukong's offensive came again, and his short sword stuck to Zhou Yan's Wang Yu all the way, and continued, either cutting Zhou Yan's wrist with the sword, or sweeping along his arm all the way to his neck.

The speed remained the same, and Zhou Yan's hand holding the sword was released and he immediately held it again. However, the way of holding the sword has changed to the reverse grip. At the same time, Zhou Yan suddenly stopped, and the arm that was bent because of the rapid approach stretched forward again, and the long sword took Zhao Fukong's short sword that was constantly approaching him as the fulcrum, and the blade spared an arc in the air and slashed at Zhao Fukong's neck from behind.

The speed of the two swords was so fast, the two onlookers of Yoyo and Louise couldn't tell whether it would be Zhou Yan's sword that slashed Zhao Yankong first, or Zhao Yankong's short sword that wiped Zhou Yan first. Or maybe it's a lose-lose situation.

Wrong! Zhao Yankong's pupils shrank, and at this moment Zhou Yan still maintained the posture of blocking his fist with his left hand, and his short sword slashed over, only slashing Zhou Yan's arm, but Zhou Yan's sword could cut the back of his defenseless neck.

At this moment, only a second had passed since Zhao Fukong turned around and swung away Zhou Yan's long sword. But there were several encounters in the space of a second, and it was so long for Yoyo and Louise to be on the sidelines. The few encounters in a very short period of time were enough to dazzle them with many changes of moves. Zhou Yan and Zhao Yukong's sinister moves that erupted in a short moment even made Youyou and Louise hold their breath.

There was a sonorous sound, and after Zhao Fukong understood it for a moment, he stopped and continued to cut Zhou Yan with his short sword, but swung outward, trying to block Zhou Yan's sword.

However, Zhou Yan's reaction was also extremely fast, his wrist was moving, and at the same time, he loosened and grasped, and once again turned into a forehand sword.

After changing the gesture of grasping the sword, Zhou Yan moved sideways to the right, and the two weapons once again emitted a piercing scraping sound. But he didn't want to open the distance with Zhao Fukong, his wrist moved flexibly, and the long sword was like a spirit snake spitting out letters, and the moment he separated from the short sword, he stabbed at Zhao Fukong again.

However, in the face of this blow, Zhao Weikong only turned his head and let the sword blade stab the air only by a fraction of a centimeter against his neck, and he crashed into Zhou Yan with his whole person. It seems that he intends to engage in hand-to-hand combat, giving full play to his greatest advantages as an assassin and a short sword in his hand.

But under Zhao Fukong's attack, Zhou Yan seemed to have expected it, and saw the long sword pull back at a faster speed. As soon as he caught up with the short sword, a sword stabbed into the body of the short sword.

A crisp sound echoed throughout the room.

How many times have you surprised yourself? The corners of Zhao Fukong's mouth hooked up an excited smile, and the madness in his eyes became more and more vigorous.

Just now, Zhou Yan's Wang Yu sword hit the short sword in his hand. Zhao Yukong felt an irresistible force, and the short sword swung outward uncontrollably, guiding the empty door in the middle of himself. And Zhou Yan took this opportunity to immediately stab Zhao Fukong's heart.