"......Boom" There was a loud bang, and in one of the countless cracks, the light mask finally couldn't bear it, and was blasted out of a fist-sized gap by the sword in the sky, and suddenly hundreds of sharp swords shot madly in, and the power was rapid, but when it touched the red light in the light mask, the white light on the sword dimmed violently, and the power of the sword was much smaller in an instant.

"Qiuqiu, don't be distracted, I'll resist!" Fang Yan roared, and stomped his foot violently on the ground, flying into the sky like a sharp arrow, and at the same time, the blue and red light on his body burst out, adding a bit of weirdness between the diffuse red rays.

Although he had a broken arm and was still injured in his weak state, at this moment of life and death, Fang Yan was still brave and incomparable, standing in the place where the gap must pass, a fist and feet waved quickly, and the sound of "bang bang ......" continued to come out, and a sharp sword that had been partially weakened by the red mang, after bearing the heavy blow of his fists and feet, fell to the ground like scrap metal.

Fang Yan's speed is getting faster and faster, it is difficult to see his punches and kicks clearly with the naked eye, he can only vaguely see phantoms one after another, Fang Yan has brought his ruthlessness and accuracy to the extreme at this time, and the countless sharp swords that poured in from outside the gap have all been knocked down by Fang Yan at an extremely fast speed, not even one of them has been able to avoid his punches and kicks, but in less than a few breaths, thousands of sharp swords have been knocked down by Fang Yan, and they are stacked on the ground like scrap iron......

At this time, Fang Yan's face was grim, his mutilated body was like a mountain standing in front of the gap, forming a solid and majestic barrier, his figure was like a god of war in the eyes of everyone, quite a god to kill the god, and the momentum of a man who could not be opened!

Seeing that those Ten Thousand Swords Sect people were all stammering, their throats couldn't stop squirming, and they gasped in a breath.

The most worrying thing about Fang Yan in "Boom ......" happened, another part of the light mask was blasted out of a gap, Fang Yan had no time to clone at all, he could only resist while watching the dense sword invade, and his heart was desolate.

"Crackle!" dozens of finger-thick red thunderbolts suddenly appeared in time, blasting all the swords that rushed in the first wave into rotten iron, and the little beast grinned and flashed to the gap, no longer caring about the more and more cracks, and resisting the claw sacrifice thunder of the sword that kept pouring in.

Seeing that the little beast looked open and unwilling to admit defeat, Fang Yan's heart was shocked, even the little guy was not afraid, what else did I have to worry about. How many times have I been crossed by myself and the little guy between life and death, how can I recognize the bear in front of these tens of thousands of broken swords today?

Rendered by the little beast, a sense of pride suddenly appeared, filling the whole heart, Fang Yan laughed unbridledly: "Little guy, thank you! These broken swords are not afraid! Let's beat them into broken copper and iron together!"

"Chirp. The little beast's long howl rang through, responding to Fang Yan, and there was no trace of fear in his cry.

A man and a beast seemed to have forgotten their exhaustion, and the same action was mechanically swung thousands of times, and a dull and colorless iron sword fell to the ground weakly in pieces, but in a moment, it had been piled up into a mountain of iron......

Tens of thousands of sharp swords were knocked down by Fang Yan and the little beast, and the swords that poured in, they didn't miss a single one, but their hearts didn't relax.

"Damn, is there really a sword that makes it endless?" Looking at the sword rain that was still in the sky, Fang Yan scolded fiercely, he was now on the verge of exhaustion, if he continued like this, he would really be unable to hold on! Even if he chewed the herbs in his mouth, he couldn't withstand such a huge consumption after all, not to mention that he himself had experienced a battle to the death and was seriously injured.

"Boom, boom, boom......" Before Fang Yan's words fell, several loud noises sounded around the light mask, accompanied by a slight breaking sound, which made Fang Yan's heart slam suddenly.

Several holes appeared on the mask at the same time, and then the mask could not support it completely, shattered, and turned into a snow-white stone shell and fell to the ground.

"Boom. "Countless sharp swords went crazy, the sound of the wind whistling in my ears, pouring like a storm, stabbing straight at Fang Yan and the little beast.

"Ball ball. Fang Yan's eyes were full of bloodshots, and he roared in shock, and the meaning contained in it made the little beast who had already tacitly understood him to the extreme.

The little beast resolutely gave up the hundreds of sharp swords in front of him, and in the moment when the countless sharp swords had not yet completely poured down, it swept wildly at the fastest speed in its life, and successfully flashed to Fang Yan's side, back to back with Fang Yan.

The faces of one man and one beast showed absolute expression in unison, they were going to make the last fight, maybe this would be the last battle they left in the world!

There was not the slightest fear on their faces, and in addition to absolute certainty, there was also a faint sense of arrogance!

Those disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who wished for Fang Yan to die early, including the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Master, saw Fang Yan's expression at this time, and they had to have a strong sense of admiration in their hearts.

Among the ten thousand swords, he is not afraid, but he is arrogant, how many people in heaven and earth can do it?

Fang Yan and the little beast were like a helpless lonely boat in the midst of the raging waves, they were instantly covered by the dense sky of sharp swords, from the outside, in the shadow of the sword, their figures could no longer be seen, the situation inside was unknown to everyone, only a slight "bang" impact sound faintly came out, but it was covered by the howling wind at once......

"Bang Bang ......" In the center of the most dense sword rain, Fang Yan and the little beast desperately resisted the infinite sharp swords stabbing from all directions, and the red blood emitted by the little beast slowly dissipated because of the rupture of the light mask. Without the red rays, the power of those sharp swords was significantly greater.

Their movements were extremely fast, back to back, each guarding one side, but in this endless dense sword that gathered rain in the sky, no matter how tacit and fast it was, it was useless, and they began to constantly parry their bodies with sharp swords.

Fortunately, their flesh-body strength is extremely strong, and the power of those swords is not very great, so the swords did not attack their bodies all at once, but only picked off the flesh and skin.

Blood poured out, but Fang Yan and the little beast didn't dare to distract their spirits in the slightest, their nerves were tense, and they struggled to resist with fierce eyes, and they would never give up until the last moment.

The time of dozens of breaths seemed to have become long and boundless at this moment, and the sword rain pouring in the sky seemed to gradually begin to decrease invisibly, and it was no longer so dense since I don't know when.

Fang Yan and the little beast didn't know how many times they had been stabbed on their bodies, they were covered in blood, and there was no piece of good flesh intact, and they resisted to protect the vital points, which led to the fact that although they looked miserable, they did not reach the state of dying.

The monks of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect outside looked at the secret sword with nervous expressions, they didn't know if the god-like boy and the strange little beast were dead, the combat power that the young man had just shown was too strong, it seemed that anything could happen to him, even if they had absolute confidence in this Ten Thousand Swords Great Array, but in front of that incredible young man, the bottom of their hearts began to waver.

A deep sense of powerlessness rose from Fang Yan's heart, a desolate smile curled up from the corners of his bloodstained mouth, he was no longer able to resist, under such a constant huge consumption, he was finally exhausted......

On the other hand, the little beast's state was not much stronger than Fang Yan's, its claws waved weakly, and the thunder and lightning that was originally strong and riotous had become much smaller, and it seemed that it couldn't hold on for long.

There were more and more wounds on their bodies, the flesh was picked up by the sword, the wounds were getting deeper and deeper, and they were almost seeing the bones below, and the purple hair of the little beast was stained red with blood, even if the skin was open, but its hair was strangely not lost......

"Little one...... Live well!" Fang Yan's low voice came into the little beast's ears, and his tone revealed deep apology and doting. Then he picked up the last trace of battle blood in his body and violently shook the sharp sword around his body, his body turned sharply, and his big hand swept away the sword that stabbed at the little beast, and his whole body pressed against the little beast, protecting it under his body.

"If you want to die, let me die alone. Little one, you must live well. Fang Yan said in his heart, and then slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come......

"Chirp. The little beast's miserable and anxious cry came from under Fang Yan's body, its limbs resisted frantically, and cool tears flowed from its big eyes, it looked so sad at this time, but it couldn't lift its body.

"Sne......er" Fang Yan's flesh and body finally couldn't resist, and was pierced by a sharp sword, and then stabbed into it one by one, and after a while, Fang Yan had no less than a dozen sharp swords on his body, on his feet, thighs, arms, and waist, but his head protected by his right arm was not pierced......

Blood poured on the ground, staining the ground blood-red, Fang Yan's will became more and more blurred, death was eroding him, feeling the grief and anxiety of the little beast under him and the thick sadness, he smiled......

He didn't know that the sword rain in the sky was already scarce......

Just when Fang Yan thought that he was going to die, the sound of the wind in his ears and the sound of the sword falling suddenly disappeared, and he instantly became calm, and then he seemed to feel that his body was no longer attacked by the sword.

Fang Yan, who was stunned, opened a gap in his eyes weakly, and struggled to support the ground with his unconscious one-arm, wanting to look up at the sky to see what was going on, but he couldn't do this little action......

"Chirp. Taking advantage of Fang Yan's slight movement, the little beast quickly jumped out of Fang Yan's arms and pressed it tightly, its face was stained with tears, and the blood stains were washed away a lot.

The little beast's big eyes trembled slightly, full of sadness and anxiety accompanied by tears, it quickly lay on Fang Yan's head that hung weakly on the ground, looking at Fang Yan's sword insertion, full of holes, and claws hammered the ground frantically while crying, "Chirp." A desolate voice kept coming out of its mouth.

Fang Yan knew that it was blaming itself, it was crying......

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