The ten darts were all absorbed by the fragments of the star shift, like arrows on the string, but I didn't know from which direction these ten "arrows" would shoot from the 12,487 "bows and crossbows" that filled the entire space.

Wu Jian's eyes turned rapidly again, constantly scanning the suspended fragments around him, each fragment flickering and disappearing, as if it might shoot a dart at any time.

Yang Ming and the others didn't dare to blink their eyes, staring at the fragments in their respective directions, watching, waiting.

Even more terrifying than death is the wait before death comes, and the more time passes, the deeper the fear.

For a moment of silence, it was like being tormented on a hot pan for Yang Ming and the others for a year, and finally, the mirror fragments moved.

I saw that Yang Ming's left direction, suddenly brightened, a dart shot towards Wu Jian, and the dart was aimed at the heart of Wu Jian's back, and at the same time, two more darts were shot from the left and right directions of Wu Jian, aiming at Wu Jian's neck and the temple above his head.

Three darts shot at Wu Jian from different directions. Wu Jian's right foot kicked the ground heavily, jumped high in the air, he turned over in mid-air, his feet were facing up, the sword was facing down, and when the three darts came, Wu Jian charged the long sword, the sword edge was strong, like lightning breaking through the air, and then aimed at the three darts that came from the shot, three stabs in a row, each stab accurately hit the center of the dart, and the dart was broken through and broken into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Wu Jian turned over again, and immediately landed firmly on the ground, but his breath was more undulating.

"Awesome, uncle. Seeing that Wu Jian broke three darts in one go, Yang Ming couldn't help but shout with joy, but as soon as the young man finished shouting words of encouragement, he saw Wu Jian's pneumothorax surging, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out of his throat.

Immediately, Wu Jian's body trembled, if he hadn't stepped forward with his right foot in time to support his shaking body, I am afraid that his body would have fallen.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Yang Ming's little face froze instantly, and he asked eagerly.

Wu Jianqiang swallowed a breath, his face was extremely dark, and he could faintly see that his forehead was covered with a layer of black gas, and then, he saw that the long sword in his left hand suddenly dimmed, and in the next moment, a cloud of black gas rose from the hilt of the sword, and the black gas instantly swallowed the blade, and after the black gas was formed, it turned into a black metal solid, wrapping the blade inside, like putting a black scabbard on the sword.

Not only that, outside the black scabbard, there was also a pitch-black chain, one end of the chain was locked outside the blade, while the other end was tightly strangled on Wu Jian's left arm, Wu Jian's left hand was tightened by the chain so that the blood vessels were blocked, and the blood vessels were tense and bursting, and the entire back of the hand was swollen and red.

Seeing this, Yang Ming remembered one thing, that is, Wu Jian's sword was sealed. Because of the seal, Wu Jian could only barely pull out the blade, only ten seconds at most, and this time, in order to deal with Ziying, Wu Jian supported his body, raised his sword to fight, and gritted his teeth for half a minute, but after all, he couldn't withstand the power of the seal on the blade. Because of forcibly breaking through the seal, the backlash of the seal hit Wu Jian's body seriously, seriously injuring his internal organs, so he vomited blood.

And Wu Jian's sword was also sealed again, and after the sword blade was sealed, Pangu Mirror and Qianhong were also separated from the sword blade and returned to Wu Jian's body.

Yang Ming looked at the black scabbard, this was the first time the young man had seen the state of the sword seal.

"It turns out that this is the seal on the uncle's sword, it looks like a scabbard. Yang Ming muttered in his heart.

At that moment, however, the mirror fragments flickered again, this time with seven darts shooting from different directions.

"Leave me alone, get out of the way. Wu Jian endured the backlash of the seal, he pushed Yang Ming and the others away, raised the sword with the scabbard, and resisted the darts that were fired, because the sword was covered by the scabbard, and it was so dark, like a burning stick, with the current state of the sword, it couldn't break Ziying's dart at all.

He could only barely use the scabbard to block Ziying's dart back, but the dart that blocked back was absorbed into the fragments of Xingyi again, and after an instant, it shot from different directions.

Wu Jian blocked more than ten darts in a row, but his body gradually couldn't support it, and what was even more serious was that every time he swung his sword, the black chain wrapped around his left arm would be tighter, and it had already been strangled into the flesh of Wu Jian's left arm, blood penetrated his sleeve, soaked the entire arm, and a drop of blood dripped down the palm of his hand to the ground, which was shocking to watch.

If this continues, the chain will probably break Wu Jian's hand bones, and once the bones are broken, the entire arm will be useless.

The arm could no longer bear the pain, and the raised sword froze in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. At this time, the dart struck, Wu Jian could no longer resist, the dart pierced through his body, blood burst out, Wu Jian's legs weakened, and he fell to the ground.

However, the dart seemed to deliberately avoid Wu Jian's vital parts.

Ziying looked at Wu Jian who was lying in a pool of blood, her eyes flashed with sadness in that moment, and she said, "You are so stupid, you were not my opponent before." Now that your sword has been sealed, it's even more unlikely that you'll be able to beat me. Little brother, why are you going against me, how dare you fight me?"

Seeing Wu Jian falling, Yang Ming and Xin'er hurriedly helped him up, Wu Jian's left palm was already purple, and the blood vessels swelled as if they were about to burst.

Yang Ming couldn't bear it, and persuaded him, "Uncle, quickly put away the sword, if you continue like this, your arm will be wasted." ”

Wu Jian shook his head lightly, took a breath, and said, "No, if I put away my sword, what will I do to resist her darts." ”

Looking at Wu Jian, whose breath was weak, Liu Qianyu was indignant in his heart, his fists clenched fiercely, and the flames burst out in an instant, burning with blazing anger.

Liu Qianyu raised his eyes, looked at the fragments of mirrors around him, gritted his teeth and said, "Bastard, whatever Pangu mirrors you are, I'm going to burn them all......"

Seeing that Liu Qianyu was about to attack the mirror, Wu Jian hurriedly shouted to stop him, but Liu Qianyu couldn't hear his words, the young man waved his fists, and his fists burst into flames!

"Fighting Flame Red Fist!"

Clusters of fist fire slammed into the mirror fragments like flints, but as soon as the fist fire touched the mirror, the space distorted, and in an instant, the flames were absorbed.

Seeing this, Liu Qianyu was shocked with a small face, "How can this be?"

Only then did he hear Wu Jian's shout, "Stupid, don't attack the mirror." Pangu Mirror is able to move objects, not only her darts, but also your flames......"

Just when Liu Qianyu regretted it, the flames that were absorbed into it shot out of the mirror again, and the object of the flames attack was Liu Qianyu.

"Ice dominates the world. ”

At the last moment, Jiang Shaobai pushed away with both hands, and the cold Wu Yao immediately turned into ice, instantly condensing into an ice wall in front of everyone, which blocked the flames that were shooting.

When the flame touched the ice wall, it was frozen by Jiang Shaobai's cold ice in an instant, which shows that Jiang Shaobai's cold ice is better than Liu Qianyu's flame.

"I'm sorry, I was impulsive. Liu Qianyu lowered his head and apologized to everyone.

Wu Jian quietly glanced at Ziying in the sky with the afterglow of his eyes, and then whispered to Yang Ming, "Yang Ming, he grabbed the other people's hands, and then grabbed me, I will look for an opportunity to use 'a moment' to take you out of here." ”

In an instant, it was one of Wu Jian's stunts, that is, using the Pangu Mirror, Qianhong, to turn his body into light, reaching the speed of light of one hundredth.

Yang Ming understood what Wu Jian meant, and he quietly approached Xin'er and Liu Qianyu, asking them to grab Cai Yin and Jiang Shaobai's hands respectively, and then grab their own right hand, while the young man's left hand held Wu Jian's right hand.

Everyone was holding hands to each other, and everything was ready.

Wu Jian shouted in a low voice, "You'd better close your eyes, prepare, and go......"

After speaking, Wu Jian secretly urged Qianhong to cast a "moment", a light flashed on the ground, and the bodies of Yang Ming and others were dragged into the light, Liu Qianyu and others couldn't stand the stimulation of the strong light, and closed their eyes tightly, but because Yang Ming had cast the spirit rhino many times, the young man's eyes had adapted to such a strong light, and the feeling of the world spinning. However, Wu Jian's "instant" was much faster than Yang Ming's "Spirit Rhino", and the young man's eyes still couldn't withstand a feeling of dizziness.

Suddenly, in the dizzy sight, a white hand stretched out out out of nowhere, and then, like an electric snake coming out of a hole, with the speed of thunder, it "bitten" Wu Jian's shoulder, and actually dragged Wu Jian, as well as Yang Ming and others out of the light.

Yang Ming and the others fell heavily to the ground, and when Yang Ming raised his eyes again, they had already come to a strange place, and not far away, Ziying actually came with them, and the hand that was stretched out in the light just now was hers.

I saw Ziying pressing Wu Jian to the ground with his left hand, holding a dart in his right hand, and then stabbing down quickly towards Wu Jian's right hand, the dart penetrated through Wu Jian's right palm, nailing his right hand to the ground.

Wu Jian's appearance is really meat nailed to the chopping board, and he can only be slaughtered by others.

Wu Jian screamed, and blood flowed out of his lips again.

"What's going on, how did you come with you?" Wu Jian looked at Ziying with a puzzled face and asked.

Just now, Wu Jian cast a "moment" and turned into light, it was impossible for Ziying to appear from the light, and he also dragged him out of the light.

Ziying stretched out his left hand and gently placed it on Wu Jian's injured right shoulder, which was the injury suffered by Wu Jian's previous dart penetration, only to see Ziying's left hand against the wound on his right shoulder, and his fingertips picked up, and then a shiny fragment rose from the flesh of the wound.

"Little brother, over the years, you have become more and more sluggish! I didn't even notice that I quietly put the fragment of the star shift on the dart, and then through the dart through your body, leaving the fragment in your body. ”

Taiyao War Chronicle