Feng Xiaohan gambled all his vitality on this sword.

What the little sword in the west is not wrapped in the wind and rain, but the fate of the three people, including him, so although the sword intent of this sword from the west is incomplete, the determination contained in it is enough to make up for this.

Xiao Se's sword qi once again crossed the sky, Jiang Wen's will was intimidated, and he couldn't move for a while, so he could only watch the short sword stabbing into his chest.

When he felt this sword aura, he opened his eyes with a somewhat surprised expression.

"Isn't this Zhao Haotian's old boy's swordsmanship, how can he do it too?"

Jiang Wen's eyes widened, ignoring the extreme discomfort caused by the rain flowing into his eyes, staring at the faint light that flickered in the wind and rain.

This light is not the usual clear sword light, but exudes a reddish luster in yellow, like a maple leaf in late autumn, like the remnant sun like blood.

In the darkness and the view distorted by the dense rain, it looked like the setting sun in the distance, and even the stars and the bright moon had set.

It is somewhat similar to the night when He Xirou turned into a sword.

The man in the upper reaches of the river moved his fingers slightly, and when he wanted to stretch out another finger to take the sword for Jiang Wen, his movements suddenly paused, and then he withdrew his fingers.

A sword has been lost for hundreds of years, and many people have forgotten its horror.

And now, this sword seems to be about to regain its might, He Xirou and Bai Xuejian feel the sword intent, and they are also looking forward to the next moment.

But no matter how legendary the legend is, no matter how bloody it is.

It's just a legend after all.

The founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty must have asked that person to demonstrate this sword, and not long ago, in front of the Qingzhu Peak Library Pavilion, Cui Weiming also successfully dissolved this sword with the power of Feng Xiaohan.

And now, at the moment when the short sword cut through the black robe and pierced into the skin, and the long-accumulated sword qi was about to explode, the circle around Feng Xiaohan's dantian mansion suddenly lit up.

It turned out that seventy percent of his vitality had been consumed, and Feng Yuan was triggered, causing him to lose all his vitality.

Feng Xiaohan was sore and soft, and he almost couldn't hold the Xilin small sword, and the sword was forced to be withdrawn.

As a result, the dagger was caught in the ribs after only an inch into its body, and its body lost its center of gravity in mid-air and fell forward.

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Jiang Wen escaped with a thrilling life, and just breathed a sigh of relief, but fell into a crisis again.

Feng Xiaohan didn't have the support of vitality, and the whole person flew forward with inertia, and the wind and rain fell on his back like a boulder, adding weight, so the speed was extremely fast.

He has been hunting for many years, and his reflexes are extremely fast, and he responds almost instantly.

I saw him spread his limbs, crashed into Jiang Wen's arms, wrapped his hands around his back, hugged him tightly, and at the same time used the swallow legs in the fist of Changming Mountain Gate, and used his ankles to hook Jiang Wen's legs, and actually tripped him directly.

Feng Yuan can seal his Sancheng vitality, but he can't seal his physical strength.

If he didn't use his powerful vitality to shake it open, or use his subtle martial arts, no one would be able to break free from his close restraints.

The two of them fell into the water like two straws thrown into the stream, and were washed directly downstream by the current.

At the critical moment, Jiang Wen used all his strength to insert the iron rod into the bottom of the water, and held it tightly, and then stopped about ten zhang downstream from the original position.

Feng Xiaohan saw that he was so tenacious, and in a hurry, he opened his mouth and bit the wound on his chest.

Jiang Wen's pain was unbearable, but at the moment of life and death, he could only hold on.

He Xirou sensed the huge change in Feng Xiaohan's position, and immediately understood what was going on, Bai Xuejian held her hand tightly, trying to comfort her in this way.

Mo Qiu obviously noticed this as well, but he still remained calm, and his pure vitality came out of the gate of the Hidden Mansion, and it only ran for a few weeks in an instant.

An eerie and cold palm force struck the second daughter along the river.

He regretted that the purple qi in his palm was thick, and even the wind and rain could not be blown away, and he faced Mo Qiu in the air, and he trembled.

Mo Qiu's figure shook, and he was almost washed away by the water, but fortunately, the sword he held was still firmly inserted into the bottom of the water, and he stabilized his body in time.

He Xirou's situation was much worse, and before the change of day, they stood closest to the river, and the ground was softer than the rest. Mo Qiu's palm knocked her back by half a step, if she hadn't been stopped by Bai Xuejian in time, I was afraid that she would have ended up with the same fate as Feng Xiaohan.

Bai Xuejian took her hand and shook it gently, as if she wanted to express something, but she couldn't communicate in the heavy rain, so she could only hint.

But He Xirou understood, squeezed the other party's hand, and agreed. So the two of them drew their swords at the same time, just as they had agreed before the change of the sky.

What a pity that the soft sword rose into the sky, but it fell on the riverbank and slashed towards Moqiu.

Mo Qiu sensed the sword intent coming from the opposite side, and had no choice but to take the risk of pulling the sword out of the water and catching He Xirou's sword in the air, but she noticed that another sword qi passed by her ears, cutting off several of her hairs.

"What the hell?"

Mo Qiu was a little puzzled, this sword qi should have been issued by the girl with a high cultivation level, if it was stabbed at herself, even if it would not hurt her, it would make her situation more difficult.

She was sure that this sword qi was not stabbed or something, but that the target was not herself at all.

He Xirou took the initiative to attack herself, but she didn't want her to stop this sword.

Since it's not yourself.

Who could it be?

Bai Xue shook his finger when he saw the sword, and the pure sword qi pierced out in the rain, and the originally powerful sword qi had become very weak after crossing the river bank through the waterfall rain, but it still accurately hit the stone under the giant tree.

The stone was shattered by the impact of the sword qi, and the giant tree lost its support and rolled along the bank towards the river.

Bai Xuejian and He Xirou held hands, borrowed each other's strength, and slowly approached the riverbank.

Mo Qiu closed his eyes, and suddenly felt a pain in his back, and was knocked down into the river by a huge shadow, and was washed away by the river along with this thing.

Bai Xuejian and He Xirou were quick to see and grab the remaining branches on the trunk of the tree, and use its buoyancy to flow downstream.

On the way, he also knocked down Jiang Wen's iron rod and ran over Feng Xiaohan and his body, fortunately, the buoyancy of the wood on the water is very large, otherwise this crushing is only afraid of serious internal injuries.

But because of this, both of them fainted.

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The water flowed down, and the barren sword trembled violently, and the crisp sound of the sword seemed a little dull in the water. Then the desolate sword pointed straight to the sky with Feng Xiaohan's arm, and a desolate sword intent overflowed.

The Wild Sword has the ingredient of extraterrestrial meteoric iron, which can echo with the Yuan Qi, and is the most suitable for sword making, and it can be spiritualized to a certain extent.

At this time, the barren sword had just experienced a big war, the sword intent contained in the sword body was full and full, and the spirituality was at its peak.

To put it bluntly, it is asking for help for Feng Xiaohan.

Such a plea for help was immediately responded, and Bai Xuejian and He Xirou each stretched out a hand to pull him up from the water and clamp him under his armpit.

Many years ago, Feng Xiaohan fought against the Tooth Beast in a heavenly slash in the Savage Domain, and pushed it off the cliff when the power of the autumn wind and rain obscured its perception.

The wild realm in winter was covered with dark clouds, and there was no light, so he had developed the ability to close his eyes and fight blindly, and it was with this skill that he was able to fight hard with Jiang Wen at the stage when his divine consciousness failed to release his external perception of heaven and earth.

Under normal circumstances, it is absolutely impossible for the three of them to defeat Jiang Wen and the others, but at this time, they ended up in a situation where both were defeated, so they should have won. Moreover, Feng Xiaohan and the three of them were in a better situation than each other, because they had driftwood to use, while Mo Qiu and the two of them could withstand the impact of the underwater reef with their physical bodies.

As of now, most of Feng Xiaohan's hunting plan has ended, and now there is only one thing left to survive in the rapids.

The speed of driftwood in the water can no longer be stopped, and the situation at this moment is beyond the reach of man, and can only rely on the destiny of heaven.

But Feng Xiaohan is not a person who believes in fate, at least one of the three must survive for the plan to be considered successful.

He woke up as he was pulled onto the driftwood, and hugged the wood tightly.

At this time, he was between the two women, and Bai Yukimi's position was closer to the shore, and he still had some strength left.

So, he shook his hand.

Throwing Shirayuki onto the shore......