ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

Don't?

Yan narrowed her eyes, and on her eyelashes, the ice crystals shook off.

Could it be that she has purple eyes...... Advanced again?!

Yan Hui was stunned at this moment, but Zitong was not idle, for her, even if it was just for a second, it was an opportunity.

In his left hand, the willow leaf scalpel silently appeared in the palm of his hand, held it between his fingers, swept up diagonally, and cut it towards Yan Hui's neck.

The strength of the other party is not comparable to her, and Yan Hui has rich practical experience, if you want to succeed in the sneak attack, you must be fast, accurate, and ruthless.

There was only one chance for the Lancet to assault, and she deliberately wanted to do it as fast as possible.

Yan Hui hurriedly avoided.

Zitong knew that it was too late, so she immediately turned her wrist lightly, and the scalpel slashed out diagonally.

Yan avoided the vital point of her throat, but she still couldn't completely avoid the knife, where the scalpel passed, it was slightly cold, and then her face was hot.

The knife had succeeded in cutting through her flesh, leaving an inch-long scar on her right side.

Purple Pupil glanced at the bloodless scalpel and chuckled, "Now, it seems that you and I are incomparable." ”

But who doesn't care about her face, let alone Yan Hui, although she is not a person who eats with her face like Ximen Biluo, she is just as confident in her beauty.

Now hearing Zitong say this, she almost subconsciously raised her hand and touched her face, and felt a sticky liquid between her fingers, accompanied by pain.

You don't need to look at it to know that her face was broken by purple pupils.

Feeling a little angrier and angrier, Yan Hui once again swung his knife and rushed towards her.

"Thunder Strike!"

The figure swayed slightly, and her body had already turned into nine bodies in mid-air, each of which was an entity, not an illusion.

Nine stabs, stabbing at the purple pupil from nine directions at the same time.

Dingdingding......

If the pearl jade falls into the plate continuously, it is nine crisp sounds.

Purple Pupil actually took her nine knives without falling to the ground.

Yan Hui's knife technique is a fast word, these nine body shapes are actually formed because the speed is too fast, and the so-called thunder blow is actually the cooperative power of nine very fast attacks.

And the knife of the purple pupil is also a fast word.

At this time, she can already make more than 20 knives in an instant, although the other party's speed is fast, how can it be faster than her eyes and her knife.

Yan Hui fell back to the ground again, and there was already an obvious look of disbelief in his eyes.

How could she, how could she be faster than her?!

"Finished attacking?" Purple Pupil smiled lightly, "That'...... It's my turn! ”

Speaking of the word "the", she had already risen from the ground, and when she said the word "now", the knife had already smashed into Yan Hui with a piece of ice crystals wrapped in the wind.

The first style of the Fengyun Knife Technique - Stormy Rain!

Yan Hui knew that she couldn't dodge, she didn't want to dodge, holding the knife in one hand, and pointing horizontally at the blade of the knife with the other, golden light flashed between her fingers, and a golden star had overflowed from her body, instantly turning into an enchantment to protect her body.

Yan Hui is not only a samurai, she is also an astral magician, a golden star magic, not only good at attacking, but also defending.

The wind fell, and the ice crystals rained down on the barrier.

Yan Hui's face turned pale slightly, the powerful power of the purple pupil, it was not easy for her to resist with the enchantment.

Click!

With a soft sound, a thin crack appeared in the barrier in front of her.

At this time, the power of the purple pupil's first sword has also been exhausted.

Still, it doesn't matter, there's a second knife.