Chapter 527: Life and Death 23

"Kill!"

Hua Liuqing was dressed in long clothes and stained with blood at this time, there were other people's and her own, and the monks who besieged him just now had already two people killed, and the others were also less colorful.

Hua Liuqing, fighting alone, is full of spirit.

......

"Here's your chance, kill with one hit!"

A slender short sword was hidden in his sleeve, and the monks in the photo studio secretly stared at Yang Yan, full of murderous aura.

A willow leaf flying knife vibrated slightly, and Meng Xinghai's flying knife was already locked and stunned.

Ji......

The black shadow was as silent as a ghost, and in just an instant, Yang Yan had already appeared in Yang Yan, who was on full guard to besiege these monks on his own, and at this moment, he was completely unaware that someone was killing him. The monk in the photo studio made a move.

Woo......

The willow leaf flying knife, which was as thin as a wing, cut through the air and made a slight whining sound. And its goal is to separate and break through the encirclement of Erleng.

In the sound of the collision, the deadliest danger was not perceived. Meng Xinghai also seized the opportunity, and the throwing knife pitcher flew out.

And at this time, Er Leng and Yang Yan's hearts tightened, like chasing an ice cave, and their divine sense did not perceive where the danger came from, so they were even more frightened in their hearts.

The little lewd with a sluggish breath noticed something unusual, a trace of panic fluctuated in his cold eyes, and his huge body in anger suddenly twisted, paid the price of a little injury, and shot at Yang Yan hard.

At the same time, a poisonous sphere that seemed to have corroded even space formed above its head.

In the roar, the poisonous sphere flew away from his body and flew towards Yang Yan, and his aura instantly withered, and his body instantly shrank. This is the venom condensed by Xiao Yao, when it was in Qingling Mountain, Yang Chen almost died because of it, no one knows how toxic this venom is.

Suddenly, everyone didn't react, and a trace of fear appeared in Yang Yan's somewhat sluggish expression, this is a dead end, and there is no solution!

"Die!"

The monk in the photo studio had a cold light in his eyes, and stabbed Yang Yan's life with a sword. Less than a foot away, there was nothing left to stop his assassination.

And Meng Xinghai, who secretly controlled the flying knife, was also surprised, but more of a cold smile.

He seemed to have seen the scene of Erleng dying under his flying knife.

At this time, under the gaze of the assassins in the new studio and Meng Xinghai, a black shadow appeared on Yang Yan's side very abruptly, and slapped it in a hurry.

Boom......

The shadow monk's sword was blocked, but at the moment of contact, he had already judged that the other party's strength was not strong.

"Get out of here!"

So with a shake of the sword, the monk was pushed away, and he continued to kill Yang Yan without slowing down.

Bite......

There was a crisp sound, as if Ning Gu was on the scene, but he felt that a vast power spread to the scene, Haoran's qi hit the flying knife, and the flying knife deviated from the track, and at the same time, another Haoran qi approached the eyebrows of the monk in the studio, if he didn't give up, he would kill Yang Yan, he would be seriously injured or even killed. This is Wu Hanbing, the royal family's Haoran sword qi, he made a move completely because he thought that he had a grudge with Xu E, and he also secretly paid attention to Yang Chen for a while, so he chose to help.

"Ah, bastard!"

In the roar, the monk of the photo studio forcibly moved in the air, his body moved sideways, avoiding the sword qi, ignoring Wu Hanbing, but killing Yang Yan again.

Meng Xinghai was also in an angry scolding, his fingers moved slightly, and the deviated flying knife turned back and locked on Erleng. The speed is not reduced, the power is not reduced, and once again he swore that he must kill the second stunned.

"This time, no one can save you!"

The monk of the photo studio and Meng Xinghai flashed this thought in their hearts at the same time, and the monk Wu Hanbing, who had just rescued Yang Yan and Erleng, was also helpless at this time, and it was too late to make a move, especially Dongqing, that is, Zuo Liu, the assassin who blocked the photo studio was already very reluctant, and there was nothing he could do at this time. And Wu Hanbing, who galloped over, was the royal monk who fought with the studio before. can only watch this ending.

It's a long story, but it's just a blink of an eye. Yang Yan tried to move her body in panic to avoid the attack, but she found that it was too late anyway.

At the last moment, Erleng's whole body shone brightly, but no matter what hole cards were useless, because the flying knife and the scales that touched it, the long sword of the monk of the shadow studio had already pierced into Yang Yan's skin.

"Kill ......"

A sharp voice came to the scene at this moment, this sound was extremely harsh, extremely cold, as if everything was frozen, at this moment, time seemed to stop, and space froze.

Bite!

Burst!

In the firelight, the flying knife turned into two, and the blood rushed to the sky.

"Ah......h

Yang Yan's exclamation broke the silence, at this time, Yang Yan was covered in blood, and the wound on his eyebrows was bleeding nonstop, and in front of him, the monk in the photo studio was extremely strange at this time, and a long sword that exuded a black aura pierced out from behind his head, like an outstretched tongue.

Bang......

The light of Erleng's whole body also burst out at this time, and the steel-like feathers on his wings turned into countless flying swords, defenses without dead ends, and indiscriminate attacks, but Yang Yan was not in his attack range, and all these changes came too quickly, so that it didn't have time to accept it.

"Uh-huh......"

Countless screams were remembered, and the unequaled number of sharp swords shot into the bodies of those monks who had no time to react.