With Mu Jiuge's strength and vision, it can naturally be seen that it is precisely because Ye Chu's attack speed is too fast that there is this illusion of contrast that she has never moved. But the fact is that in the blink of an eye, Ye Chu had already steadily stabbed out thirty-seven swords, the sword shattered the armor, and the sword was bloody...... Confidence skyrocketed, and Mu Jiuge's eyes burned.

The blood mixed with the rain instantly stained the ground, and Ying Long, who was half soaked in blood, watched Ye Chu withdraw his long sword a little casually, watched her step on the slowly moving breeze under her feet, watched her blood-like clothes swing slightly, and watched her thin and thin figure disappear in front of its eyes.

The heart-rending pain churned and shouted on the body, recalling Ying Long's lost soul and lost spirit, but it was extremely rare that there was no rage, no roar, just "hiss!" Hiss! He gasped and looked at Ye Chu's slowly falling figure quite quietly.

Although Ye Chu's face was pale and faintly blue-gray, although her body standing on the ground was a little shaky and unstable, although she was stuffing a lot of pills into her mouth, and the whole person looked like she was completely exhausted, but, hanging in the air, Ying Long, who saw all this clearly, still did not move at all, as if it was a loyal and pure dragon, and he didn't know that there was a word in the world called, "take advantage of the void"!

However, the fact is that Ye Chu bombarded out, and the shock of the chilling cold killing sword intent was still there. Ying Long's heart trembled uncontrollably, its huge body was as weak as cooked noodles, and half of its body was still bleeding, and there were waves of severe pain constantly surging up, making it dizzy and nauseous for a while, and it was completely unintentional, and even more powerless to pursue.

And, most importantly, Ying Long's extremely strong resilience. Now it's a complete liability. The sword intent belonging to Ye Chu at the wound was tenaciously entangled like an appendage. The wound that has just healed will be repeatedly cut and scraped by countless knives in an instant. Again and again, the healing was torn apart again. It's not just blood that is flowing outward. I couldn't stop it at all, and the heart-rending pain was even more escalating. I can't bear it at all!

Urging the vitality in the body, working hard to fight with the remaining sword intent on the body, Ying Long gradually had no mind to take care of Ye Chu's actions anymore, and at this time, as the medicinal power dissolved in the body, Ye Chu's exhausted sword yuan had recovered completely, but she did not take advantage of this great opportunity to regroup and attack again.

The principle of "taking advantage of illness to die" is engraved into her bones, Ye Chu doesn't want to take advantage of the situation, but she can't! In his peak state, he stabbed out thirty-seven swords, and after defeating Ying Long's offensive, his perception of the killing sword intent was like flowing water, slowly flowing through Ye Chu's sea of consciousness, and the killing sword intent beat happily, "Qiang!" Boom! The sound of the sword was connected in her head, and all kinds of noisy and chaotic things were pulling at her mind, making her completely unable to concentrate, let alone attacking.

Xuan Ao's sword intent unveiled the fog that had always covered her like a light veil, and nakedly showed the mystery inside in front of her eyes, which made Ye Chu suddenly have a kind of impatient idea to completely immerse her mind in this understanding, however, when this thought just came out, it was decisively extinguished by Ye Chu without hesitation.

Even if Ye Chu knew that this perception was very strong, very good, and would be of great benefit to her future sword cultivation path, and it was very likely that she would never be able to get it again after she passed away, but Ye Chu's eyes flashed with a gloomy light, which was not what she wanted now! Since she doesn't want to, then this feeling is a useless burden to her, then, don't! The heart must be intended, and the jumping killing sword instantly fell silent and silent, and the extremely sharp sword intent swept out, simply sweeping away the perception of sword intent in her sea of knowledge.

The slightly drooping eyelids suddenly lifted, and Ye Chu, who firmly guarded his heart, flashed with a cold light as sharp as a sword in his eyes, and there was a bit of a sharp edge on his delicate face in an instant, raising his legs, Ye Chu slowly stepped forward, and the long sword that fell on his side did not move at all, and the curtain of blood rain sprinkled everywhere he passed was shattered in an instant.

A flash of light flickered under her feet, "Bang! The ground under Ye Chu's feet was trampled on fiercely to break open the dense and intertwined cracks, revealing the ancient vicissitudes of life, as if the killing intent that has always existed in the world since ancient times, the forest was cold, and it diffused from the broken sword in Ye Chu's hand, and before the sword reached his body, this fierce killing intent had already caused Ying Long's body to cramp and peel the skin and tear off the bones.

In front of him was a white vast dazzling light, with different swords, with the same Sen Han killing intent, gradually condensed from this white light, Ying Long felt as if it had been thrown into a sea of sharp swords, front and back, up and down, in all directions were circling the sharp Sen Leng long sword.

The steel-cast iron-like scale armor could not play any protective role at all, and Sen Leng's sword intent penetrated its scale armor flesh and blood like a sharp sword with an irresistible momentum, penetrating into Ying Long's bones, and the sonorous and powerful sword roar resounded in Ying Long's mind, and the rolling sound waves were like the waves of the angry sea, undulating, impacting Ying Long's sea of knowledge and soul. "Click! Click! Ying Long's huge body shrank into a ball, shivering, cold sweat gurgled out, condensing into a thin layer of cold ice on its silver-white scales, and the only benefit of the increasingly stiff and numb body was that it gradually could no longer feel the pain on its body that seemed to be torn apart.

The pupils shrank fiercely, Mu Jiuge's face was as white as snow in an instant, a wisp of blood slowly descended from the corner of her mouth, she completely gave up the action of pinching the trick in her hand, the blue tendons on her forehead jumped up, the white and slender fingers rose into a sword, and slowly raised, a thick sword yuan leaked out from her fingertips, disturbing the blockade of the qi around her, Mu Jiuge's chest rose and fell violently, and it was quite difficult to move her gaze away from the center of the battlefield little by little. (To be continued.) )