When Liu Panpan was sending vitality to Feng Xiaohandu, he had already detected the toxins in his meridians and helped him seal a few medicine points, if he didn't run the vitality, he should be able to last for half an hour.

But she still looked in the direction she came, and a hint of worry flashed in her eyes.

She asked without moving, "What's the name of this poison?"

"I don't know, Uncle Zhao didn't tell me its name. ”

Yan Rumo thought for a moment and said, "I'm willing to call it a black evil." ”

"The name Black Evil is a bit cheesy, it's not good, why don't you call it Ink Candle?"

Liu Panpan said with a smile: "The poisonous color is like ink, destroying the withering and decaying. The poisoned person is like a glimmer of candles, and can only wait for death in silence. ”

Yan Rumo's name also has an ink character in it, and the "black" son is indeed a little dirty, so he nodded and smiled: "Sure enough, he is a cultural person, and his name is so elegant, in order to reward you, I decided to let you die happily." ”

Liu Panpan's sword shook gently in the breeze, but it was not a trembling, but a subtle movement made to let the breeze flow along the sides of the blade.

It's like the wind passing through a bamboo forest, and the leaves dance with the wind.

Hundreds of years ago, a famous scholar in the Tang Empire put forward the theory that wind is generated by the flow of air, which was widely recognized.

Wind energy flowed through the sides of the sword without any condensation, which meant that the sword would not be resisted by the air.

Yan Rumo smiled, because she knew that this sword would be fast to the limit.

During the conversation just now, Liu Panpan understood the opponent's methods, and secretly accumulated sword intent, just for this sword.

Yan Rumo had gone through a bloody battle before, although he repelled Feng Xiaohan, but Feng Xiaohan had gone through life and death, and snatched food from the mouth of the demon beast, how could it be easy to match him?

Yan Rumo not only failed to kill the other party, but was seriously injured, and it seemed that the little girl's combat power in front of him was not much weaker, so she did not hesitate to expose the means of "ink candle" to press the bottom of the box, in exchange for time to suppress the injury.

Liu Panpan began to accumulate sword intent as early as the way here, after the delay just now, at this time, the sword intent was complete, the mood was harmonious, and a sword must be a strong sword that cut through the wind and rain.

A little light suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, at first it was like a glowing fire, faint and small, but the next moment it burst out with a dazzling light.

That point of light is the tip of the sword, and the light is the light of the sword.

The sword light suddenly turned into a shock, and attacked Yan Rumo with the momentum of thunder, and the speed was second only to the Thunder Sword Technique.

Then the sword light faded, and the heavens and the earth fell into silence again, shrouded in night.

It's just that there are two more winds in this night, originally one of them, but they were cut in half by a sword.

The sword struck Yan Rumo with the wind.

Yan Rumo's arms were outstretched, embracing yin and yang, and the poisonous mist of the ink candle formed a circle in front of her, using the Tai Chi method of unloading force to dissolve the oncoming wind, which was very similar to the Tai Chi Dao method of the Immortal Sect of "pushing the boat along the river and using force to fight".

The wind is transformed by Liu Panpan's sword qi, the so-called hollow valley foot sound is constantly sounding, if the vitality is sufficient, the sword momentum of this sword can be endless, the sword qi will naturally last for a long time, and these two winds will be maintained permanently, even if Yan Rumo can produce enough ink candle poisonous mist, the vitality will not be able to support it for so long.

But when manpower is finally poor, even if Liu Panpan is a genius, he is only a cave and secluded realm, and he is not a master at all, and he can't see the scenery of the high mountains, so he naturally can't build a hollow valley with cultivation.

There is no empty valley, and the wind will eventually stop.

The wind formed by the sword qi gradually subsided, but Yan Rumo did not dare to relax his vigilance.

The wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep low.

The wind stops, but some things don't stop, like the sword that comes with the wind.

Although Yan Rumo dissolved the wind of sword qi, this breath of vitality was about to be exhausted, and this sword was so fast, the distance of more than ten zhang was only a blink of an eye.

The jade fingers of the hand holding the sword are very beautiful, and just looking at this hand knows that it is a beauty, which makes people can't bear to see it holding the sword.

The sword came to Yan Rumo's body, and the tip of the sword pierced two inches into her body, then stopped, and she couldn't stab it at all.

Liu Panpan raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "You are wearing armor?"

"Nonsense, I walk the rivers and lakes to do the business of sacrificing my life, how can I dare to do this without two talisman treasures?"

Yan Rumo clasped his hands together and clamped them on the left and right sides of the sword body, and the sword was clamped firmly in the palm of his hand like an iron cast, and no matter how hard Liu Panpan tried, he couldn't pull out the sword.

Yixing, who was not far away, saw Yan Rumo's heart movements clearly, Liu Panpan and the Yin Yang Cat had a clear mind, and naturally knew what the other party was afraid of at this time.

Changmingzong's Dragon Killing Sword is famous all over the world, and it is the most famous sword of strong killing, and even the slightest wound of the swordsman can turn into a terrifying external injury.

She was afraid that Liu Panpan would entangle the dragon killing sword qi on the sword, so she could only choose to clamp the sword in her body.

The corners of Liu Panpan's mouth hooked up a smile, she is a girl, and she has taken the Huairou path of moves and exercises, and she doesn't know such a tough swordsmanship as the dragon killing sword at all.

The most powerful is only the trick "Wind Hanging in the Forest" just used, if Feng Xiaohan casts the Eight Swords of Mountains and Rivers under the same cultivation, the power is enough to shatter the rocks under her feet, and she doesn't even need a dragon killing sword.

Yan Rumo raised his left foot and kicked at Liu Panpan's waist.

Liu Panpan knew that her feet were poisonous and didn't dare to have physical contact with her, so he leaned slightly to the right side, and dodged this kick lightly, and at the same time, the vitality went to the Yin Heart Sutra and then sank into the wrist, and a piece of frost suddenly rose on the bright sword body.

Yan Rumo's foot has a big doorway, it is a profound method, it seems to be plain and unremarkable, but in fact, the attack route is weird, and the angle is tricky, it can be said that it is unavoidable and unstoppable. I don't know how many cultivators could have overcome her, but they have fallen on this foot.

"How did she do it? Is it a coincidence?"

Yan Rumo was a little skeptical about life.

Liu Panpan saw the thoughts in the other party's heart clearly through Yixing, and there was no way to hide the origin and trend of this foot in front of her.

I saw Yan Rumo's feet flying, and he kicked out more than ten kicks in the blink of an eye, Liu Panpan's body swayed slightly, as if a weak willow was supporting the wind, so he easily dodged all the attacks.

Yan Rumo even mixed the ink candle poisonous mist into it, but she didn't even touch the corner of her clothes.

Yan Rumo was stunned for a while, until she saw the black and white cat not far away, staring at her with squinting eyes.

"Yin Yang Cat, it's this beast that faces people's hearts! It turns out that you are Liu Panpan of Changhongfeng. ”

Yan Rumo gritted his teeth and said, "This Changming Sect is so big, why do you want to find me?"

Liu Panpan didn't speak, she had said enough from meeting Feng Xiaohan to carrying out this fight.

The sword in her hand gradually became colder, and the breath of Sen Han entered Yan Rumo's body along the wound, eroding her meridians, and those injuries that were severely injured by Feng Xiaohan began to hurt sharply again, and her face turned even bluer from the pain.

This is the palm power of the Winter Cold Palm, not only Feng Xiaohan is good at using it, but also the disciples of Changhong Peak are the favorite, because some demon beasts will lose their function in the cold environment until they fall into a state of hibernation.

"Damn!"

Yan Rumo squeezed out two words from between his teeth, then let go of his palms and jumped back.

But Liu Panpan seemed to have seen through her thoughts a long time ago, holding the sword and jumping up with her, and at the same time landing on the ground, he used inertia to send the sword into her body again half an inch.

"Ahh

Yan Rumo's eyes began to become crazy, and the black mist of ink candles erupted from her robe, enveloping her whole body in an instant.

But Liu Panpan had already dodged before she had this thought, and she didn't inhale the slightest black mist, so this was another useless effort by Yan Rumo.

The Yin Yang Cat's face to the hearts of the people can anticipate the enemy's opportunities, which is an ability that even real dragons are very afraid of.

Liu Panpan smiled on his face, and the cold air of the sword blade in his hand became more and more cold, and even a burst of white mist rose.

She is one of the strongest people among the new generation of disciples of the Changming Sect, and even Dongfang Yu frankly admits that she is not as good as her.

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