The overlapping whip shadows, wrapped in Shi Shen's abundant and ruthless mental power, were like dark clouds, and they slammed towards Xiao Yu's side.

Xiao Yu was shocked to realize that the strength of this Shi senior's strength was extraordinary, but it was really not just a casual talk.

Every whip he swung out was like a spell cast by a wizard, with a sharp and piercing whistling sound, striking at every part of Xiao Yu's body.

So much so that Xiao Yu wanted to retreat with his whole body to dodge every whip, which seemed so difficult.

Moreover, the whip shadows swung extremely fast, without any interruption in between, and the rhythm was as dense as an afternoon shower.

Xiao Yu brandished his small golden dagger, trying his best to block desperately.

The short blade was danced by her into a small ball of impermeable light, trying to block the whip shadows flying everywhere in her eyes.

Due to the excessive exertion, her whole body was quickly soaked with sweat.

But the old guy on the other side was shining, but he still didn't breathe, and he didn't mean to relax at all.

The heavy whip shadows were like fierce giant scythes, only beckoning to Xiao Yu's flesh and blood body without stopping.

Every time he was slightly touched by that hateful whip, even at the end of the strongest crossbow, Xiao Yu's body was torn at light and rotten flesh at worst.

After fighting for a long time, Xiao Yu felt that his own strength was far less abundant than when he first started fighting.

The speed of jumping and dodging was a little slower, and Xiao Yu's body was already inevitably covered with many scars.

The originally clean and refreshing plain dress, at this moment, has been drawn into strips and has become tattered and shapeless.

The bright red blood seeped out from the large and small wounds around him, and the dazzling blood stains dyed a plain robe into a colorful coat, a blood-colored colored cloth.

The strong pain, coupled with a strong fighting intent, stimulated Xiao Yu's pair of eyes to turn red.

While he couldn't stop swinging his blade to block, Xiao Yu also condensed all the mental power in his body, and sinked towards the hateful old man opposite, and his big moves were frequent!

Because he wanted to pay attention to the distraction and dodge Xiao Yu's spicy palm wind, Shi Shen jumped left and right, and his appearance was slightly embarrassed.

Without noticing, Xiao Yu's palm was like a knife, and he actually shaved off a large mass of white hair from Shi Shen.

This made the old man Shi Shen so angry that he screamed "wow", so that the skill that was originally seven points on the soft whip quietly rose to ten points.

Xiao Yu's defense project became more and more difficult.

With sweat on his face, Xiao Yu concentrated, carefully dealing with every fierce and ruthless whip shadow.

On the body, there are more and more whiplash wounds added because of the inability to dodge.

After fighting for so long, for the sake of face, Shi Shen's intention to win became more and more urgent, and the whip in his hand was even more powerful and powerful.

In order to protect himself, Xiao Yu's unyielding fighting spirit of refusing to admit defeat has also become stronger and stronger.

This old and young are on the side of the official road, just like this, you come and go and fight desperately in one place.

It's just that anyone with a discerning eye can see that Xiao Yu's declining image is becoming more and more obvious in this small battle circle.

The slender woman's condition looks bad. She was scarred all over her body, and it was obvious that she was just relying on her youth, and with a fighting spirit that was unwilling to admit defeat, she was reluctantly continuing to fight.

Every time she took one more step, the dirt under her feet would spill bits and pieces of blood on the ground beneath her feet.

However, she still gritted her teeth and continued to persevere