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Three, six, nine.

Until the dusty ground was covered with broken silver needles, Star Refining couldn't hurt Jialan for half a point.

She had known for a long time that she was no match for this woman at all.

Jialan gradually became serious in this wave after wave of attack power, and couldn't help but look at Xinglian twice.

It's just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, she has such a great ability, in this world, there are very few people who can't take her life within ten moves, but in front of her is only a mere sixth-order, I didn't expect it to last until now.

There was a deafening roar of beasts next to his ears, and the strength in his body was slowly draining.

All the way here, no matter how good Xinglian's physical strength is, he will only be a **mortal fetus after all, and he will be tired and painful.

The fingers were slightly red because of the force of pinching the silver needle, and it was even difficult to get close, let alone use poison?

The light of the Sijing Yan sword flashed, and he shaved off one of the palms of the human beast, and then raised a foot and kicked him three meters away, and immediately fell to Xinglian's side.

"Qiao Xinglian, don't force yourself."

"Do you want me to wait and see you fight against two? I can't do it......" Xinglian raised his eyes, the corners of his lips curved, deliberately ignoring the dust falling from this Xuan's robe.

was originally spotless, and it was always as handsome as a fairy, so it can be seen that the half-beast is really difficult.

"You still have time to chat, don't worry, after death, there will be companionship on the Huangquan Road, and there will be time to tell your heart." Jialan covered her lips and smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were proud, and in the blink of an eye, the sword in her sleeve flew out.

The air flew towards the two of them with a shuriken, and the four scenery raised their eyes slightly, and as soon as their arms stood up, the snow-white blade blocked the attack of the sword in their sleeves.

The two forces combined, and the sword in the sleeve was like a drill, spinning rapidly with sharp energy, intending to pierce the white blade.

"Four Scenic Landscapes!"

"Qiao Xinglian, you seem to be underestimating me." Si Jingyan pursed his lips, his face turned cold, and an internal energy surged out, and he immediately shook the sword in his sleeve.

The black sword suddenly disappeared in the air, but it returned to Jialan's hand in the blink of an eye.

She glanced at Sijingyan in surprise, "Sijingyan, your strength seems to have increased again." ”

"More than enough to deal with you."

"Don't be ashamed!"

Xinglian looked up at the four landscapes, unable to figure out the situation.

She can't see through the strength of the four scenery at all, and she can only judge how big the battle is by relying on a few emotions in it.

Si Jingyan's face was paralyzed, and his expression was as usual, then, there must be no big problem.

The four scenery Yan face paralyzed, and the eyes were rigorous, then, things are tricky.

But at this time, his inky black eyes were just indifferent, his long hair rose and fell slightly in this space surrounded by Xuan Ling power, and the whole person exuded a smell of rejection.

The next battle was thrilling that she had never seen in her life or even in her previous life.

The entire courtyard was as if it had been bombarded by several tanks in the fight between the two, and the place where it passed was shattered into slag, and the four landscapes sank like water, and every sword was close to the lifeline, and gradually, the woman named Jialan was a little powerless, and even her face changed.

Variation?

Xing Lian rubbed his eyes, and watched in disbelief as Jialan's face gradually charmed from the original girl's shape, and then aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, until a ruthless Xuan Ling pushed her out, and her hair was as if it had withered, dyed gray.