The young man's roar reached Zhu Luan's ears, but she didn't have time to pay attention to his words.

Because she couldn't let go of the sword.

The man in black wouldn't let her let go of the sword, and neither could she let go of it herself.

Without this sword, the internal strength of the man in black could also directly impact her body, and with her current fragile physique, it was very likely that she would be crushed to pieces.

Zhu Luan held the hilt of the sword tightly, desperately mobilizing the shattered divine soul and the barely accumulated qi in his body, and all his spirit and strength were concentrated on the hilt of the sword, which was used to counter the sword finger of the man in black who condensed the cultivation of the Ascending Realm.

Her chest was once again in a heart-rending pain, and the spirit that had been pulled back from the brink of collapse trembled violently again, raging through her body like a tornado.

Zhu Luan bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, kept his consciousness clear, gritted his teeth and waited.

"Huh?" The man in black bewildered.

The girl in front of her looked like her body was full of holes, and it seemed like she was about to fall down countless times, but she did stand here.

Not a step back.

Pointing at the tip of the sword, the person held the hilt of the sword, and this desperate stalemate lasted for I don't know how long, the breath on the man in black became deeper and deeper, and the surging true yuan surged, condensing in front of his finger and turning into an extremely short and sharp sword intent stab.

Zhu Rong was trapped on one side and couldn't move, in the steamy clean room, even though he had never seen a real martial arts duel, he still clearly felt the tense atmosphere in the arena.

He tried desperately to calm himself down, observing the two facing each other.

If the man in black who looks more and more irritable is a volcano that is about to erupt, Zhu Luan, who is expressionless and motionless with a sword in his hand, is like a fire under an iceberg.

The stalemate was getting longer and longer, the girl's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the whole person was shaky, but she was like being tied up by something, and she just didn't fall.

And the man in black who was concentrating all his energy on his fingers couldn't swing the sword again, the essence in his eyes was gradually dimming, he mobilized too much true yuan at one time, and his mental power was also squeezed too much, and he gradually struggled.

The girl in front of him had a terrifying ability to resist the impact of internal strength, and the expression of the man in black showed a trace of disbelief, although it was not enough to kill her, but he never thought that he would be forced to such a point by ordinary people who had no realm.

Time passed little by little, and the man in black finally chose to break this stalemate.

He finally stopped concentrating all his energy on one hand, and the Qinggang short sword in the other hand, which was originally stagnant, was suddenly picked up by his backhand like a ghost, silently approaching Zhu Luan's back, and slid like flowing water to the back of Zhu Luan's heart.

The sword is like rain, reaping the life!

Suddenly, Zhu Luan felt that the power coming from the hilt of the heavy sword was a little weaker!

Zhu Luan raised his head and smiled at the black-clothed man stabbed by the sword.

She was waiting for this moment.

The girl's white teeth bit the tip of her tongue, and the extremely red and bright blood beads rushed out, Zhu Luan blew lightly, and one of the fullest blood beads instantly went up the sword body of the heavy sword, reaching between the fingers of the black-clothed man holding the tip of the sword.

Zhu Luan exhaled.

A blinding glow.

Zhu Rong on the side closed his eyes irritated by the light, and then he heard the sharp screams of the man in black.

He opened his eyes and saw a true red flame that was completely different from what he had ever seen burn between the black-clad man's fingers.

Beauty, and danger.

The space seemed to be condensed, and even the air was ignited by the flames made of blood beads, and the heat in the bath room suddenly rolled in, enveloping the man in black.

The man in black only felt that he had lost contact with his fingers in an instant.

He was extremely shocked to discover that along with his fingers, there was also the True Yuan that he had mobilized with his telekinesis.

The flame of blood on the tip of the girl's tongue is like the brightest, hottest, and boundless sun, about to devour all the shadows!

A dazzling moment.

Zhu Luan Huoran raised his head, clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, held his breath, and forcibly took a step forward!

The blade of the heavy sword was slightly curved, but it stood tenaciously upright, like an unbreakable shield, pushing the man in black back a step!

The sound of the wind was extremely strong, and the murderous aura was like a blade, and the air was vigorously rubbed by the air flow brought up by the sword body, making a sharp sound like a ghostly roar.

The girl didn't say a word, her shining eyes glowed with a compelling light, she mobilized the last remaining strength in her body, exhaled violently, pulled out the sword that was originally sandwiched between the fingers of the man in black, aimed at the neck of the man in black, and slashed it with a sword!

With a click, the blade entered the flesh, and Zhu Luan's sword finally touched the body of the man in black, and the blade penetrated deep into his neck.

But then the girl's movements stopped, her arms trembled, and she pushed forward hard, but it was difficult to move forward.

She was exhausted.

She had just released her heart's blood, and she was truly running out of oil.

The black-clothed man, whose neck was cut in half and was not dead, showed a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and the hand holding the short sword lowered raised inch by inch, the speed was very slow, but it was indeed close to Zhu Luan's heart.

"You, sure enough, are going to die." The man in black cracked the corners of his mouth and let out a hoarse and ugly laugh, saying word by word.

Droplets of blood trickled from the corners of his eyes, and he looked horrible.

He laboriously raised his arm and pressed the short sword against the back of Zhu Luan's heart.

The man in black's eyes flashed with excitement, "Go die!" He yelled.

But at this time, Zhu Luan's sword moved.

A hand covered Zhu Luan's hand and pushed her hand forward firmly.

This hand has distinct bones, bigger than Zhu Luan's hand, and it is also trembling slightly, but it has strength.

Zhu Luan looked sideways, Zhu Rong took her hand, looked at her and said.

"Together."

The two of them folded their hands together, and the heavy sword moved at a slow pace, and then continued forward with a terrifying sound of breaking bones and flesh, until it slashed out from the other side.

The eyes on the skull stared incredulously, and then the skull fell off its neck with a crooked twist, snapping twice on the ground.

The masked black scarf slipped from the cut, revealing a young face.

Zhu Luan's whole person was surrounded by Zhu Rong in his arms, and the hilt of the heavy sword was still tightly held in the overlapping hands of the two.

"He's dead." Zhu Rong glared, looked at the head on the ground, and gasped and said.

"Well, dead." Zhu Luan nodded.

"We killed him." Zhu Rong said.

"Because he's going to kill you." Zhu Luan tilted his head back slightly and replied.

"Hmm. So I think we're amazing. Zhu Rong nodded, then fell backwards like a loss of strength, sat on the floor with one butt, and pulled a bath towel to cover the ** body.

He didn't feel it when he was on the line of life and death, but after calming down, he couldn't believe what had just happened.

Only the wounds on his skull and arms on the ground told him that what had just happened was real.

Zhu Luan leaned on his body and slid down together, lying on top of his body.

"Are you ......" Zhu Rong looked down at the soft girl on his body, and was about to ask about his future plans.

But he noticed that her eyes had lost focus, and slowly closed them.

The girl's body was hot like coals, and her breath gradually weakened, so weak that Zhu Rong could hardly feel her vitality.

Remembering what the man in black said just now, Zhu Rong was like being struck by lightning.

"How are you! Wake up! He placed the girl flat on the ground and shook her.

This time her eyes didn't open again.

Zhu Rong's breathing became rapid, and his heart was beating rapidly.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of air.

Zhu Rong was overjoyed, held his breath, and leaned down to approach the girl's lips.

Her lips moved slightly, making a muffled sound.

"Go to Duanfu...... Look for...... Princess Jinyang ......"

Then the darkness struck her.

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