Yinsheng didn't seem to hear what An Ran said, and said to himself, "Then cut off your left hand first." ”

As soon as the words fell, the knife in his hand was quickly thrown towards An Ran's left hand, but before he could get close, he was bounced back by a jet.

Yinsheng caught the knife, raised his eyes to look at Xie Yihan, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold arc, "Do you want to replace her?" ”

But when he saw his intact left hand, his low voice turned out to be a little excited, and it was creepy in this strange atmosphere, "Oh? Are your hands growing? ”

Xie Yihan walked over with the ritual of the ancient nobles, pulled An Ran, who had not yet come back to his senses, behind him, and stared at Yinsheng with gloomy eyes, "Thank you Miss Yinsheng for making this king's strength go to the next level."

"No thanks, because I'm going to have to cut a few more times." Yinsheng licked her lower lip with a bewitching smile on her face, "Then, I'll do it!" ”

After speaking, Yinsheng put away the knife and pulled out the sword that Fu Jue asked her to keep, and the moment she pulled it out, the sword body suddenly turned black, and the aura emitted made Xie Yihan feel like he was being burned by the flames.

Xie Yihan subconsciously wanted to escape, but when he saw Yinsheng's figure flashing, he slashed it head-on.

The power of the sword body swept over, and it seemed that even the air had stopped.

Xie Yihan stubbornly greeted him, and the two quickly fought in the courtyard.

An Ran was dazzled, only to see two shadows flashing around, standing for a while and feeling a little tired, so he moved a stool and sat down, watching the two fight very leisurely, and sometimes explained a few words in a pretentious manner.

Xie Yihan had a very difficult time to hide, the coercion on the sword made him slow for a second every time, and every time the sword was about to be cut down, the woman withdrew the sword again, as if to provoke him.

Yinsheng glanced at An Ran, who was watching the battle, moved his wrist slightly, and quickly swept over with his sword, making a gesture to split her in half, Xie Yihan's eyes were cold, and he rushed over, but saw Yinsheng smile weirdly, suddenly turned the sword body, and quickly slashed down.

The red light flashed, Xie Yihan let out a scream of 'ah', both hands were cut off, resentment kept emanating from the broken parts, and his body became more transparent.

Yinsheng kicked Xie Yihan to the ground, his eyes swept towards the stupid An Ran, and his voice returned to calm, "You are very lucky, but I also wish you good luck!" ”

After speaking, he leaned over and looked at Xie Yihan, who was almost dissipating from his weakness, "You still have two hours, and now there are two choices in front of you." ”

"One, swallow An Ran, her soul has super self-healing power, if I guess correctly, this is also the purpose of your approach. Second, get through the last two hours. ”

Xie Yihan stared at Yinsheng with a distorted expression, the hatred in his eyes was undisguised, and his voice was gloomy, "Slut, this king will not let you go." ”

"Oh."

Yinsheng's face was unwavering, and he left the courtyard with his sword.

The courtyard was quiet, only the sound of the wind stirring the leaves.

An Ran looked at Xie Yihan, who was lying on the ground with black gas all over his body, and subconsciously tightened the strap of his backpack, with apprehension and anxiety on his face, but more importantly, he wanted to escape.

"Come and help the king up." Xie Yihan's expression was gloomy, but his voice was strangely gentle.

An Ran walked a few steps, and suddenly turned around and ran towards the door, speaking in a voice a little panicked.

"Xie Yihan, I don't want to die yet, so it's better for you to die."