The rich night becomes its best cover.

With wings spread more than a meter, the black body of a small dog is staggered with dark red markings, like lava about to cool under the black rock, almost imperceptible in the black night.

The eyes were closed, indescribably calm, and the ripples it released enveloped the audience.

It targeted the human who exuded a unique wave and felt a dangerous aura in him. Its undeveloped intelligence was not enough for it to understand why, perhaps by the instinct to kill, the body, which was dozens of times stronger than before, still obeyed its instincts perfectly.

The unique way of flying is like the migration of whales in the deep sea, silently.

The target wants to flee, which is a common occurrence for it.

The speed of the dive was fast, the two sides quickly drew closer, and when halfway through the flight, its speed increased sharply, and its closed eyes opened. Its red eyes were like a red-hot iron, its expression became hideous, and its sharp snow-white teeth brought a hissing wind.

Suddenly, the target below stopped and turned to face it.

How futile it was to run away, but it was even more stupid to resist, it felt the blood in its body burning, and the bloodthirsty killing intent made it even more excited.

It continues to accelerate.

Ai Hui, who was all focused on the blood bat, was still frightened by the speed of the blood bat, even though he had been mentally prepared for a long time.

So fast!

The blood eyes of the blood bat pulled out a strange red light mark in the air. But the speed was too fast, so fast that Ai Hui's naked eye couldn't keep up with the speed of the blood bat.

What's even more terrifying is that its wind sound is extremely small, only a very small hissing sound, like a poisonous snake spitting letters.

This subverted Ai Hui's cognition, the faster the other flying beasts flew, the louder the wind would be. The same is true of arrows, the more powerful they are. It's common sense that the wind is loud.

But the swooping blood bat, the wind was so quiet.

What's worse is that it's still accelerating!

It's unreasonable!

Ai Hui had the urge to turn around and run away in his heart, he felt that his previous thoughts were really naïve, such a fast speed, how could those two girls keep up with such a terrifying speed?

He stubbornly restrained the fear in his heart, and there was no chance of survival if he escaped at this time. How do two-legged ones run with wings?

Not to mention, the beast was faster than any arrow he had ever seen!

Ai Hui, who knew that he couldn't run away, calmed down, just like when he knew that he had no choice, he immediately lost any messy thoughts.

He held the hilt of his sword.

The hilt of the Dragon's Spine Fire feels very hard. He wrapped the rope himself. After being in the embroidery workshop for so long, I can still do small things like wrapping the handle of my sword with a rope.

The hilt of the sword, which is wrapped around the rope, fits very well.

I don't know why, when Ai Hui's attention was on his sword, his heart calmed down all of a sudden.

He even thought that it was no wonder that in many sword classics, there was talk about how sword cultivators should treat their flying swords. In some sword canons, it is also required that sword cultivators should refine their own flying swords, and the whole process cannot be faked to others.

A flying sword that has been refined. Sword cultivation is about to begin a long period of recuperation.

Other cultivators' magic weapons will change frequently, but the flying sword of sword cultivation will not. The vast majority of sword cultivators will not have more than one slap in their lifetime with flying swords. And those who will never change their swords in their lives and cultivate Fan Tiewen into a divine soldier. Not uncommon.

Ai Hui found that his mind was still floating at this time, and he also felt incredible.

He no longer had the slightest nervousness or fear, as if all of a sudden, all the crises were lifted.

Holding the sword. He felt the touch of the hilt, his mind calmed, and the restless sword fetus in his eyebrows suddenly became calm and powerful. Loose minds. Folded along the blade of the sword.

Ai Hui had no sorrow or joy in his heart, his back knees bent slightly, his waist sank a little bit, he bent his elbows to collect the sword, the hilt of the sword reached his chest, and the tip of the sword rose. The black sword body was deep and dull, and the seven crystalline red crystals were like a mysterious island that surfaced.

His movements were soothing, there was no danger, no momentum.

The short black hair, which was as hard as steel thorns, was clinging to the roots of the scalp, and the silver was quietly spreading, and the eyes were still indifferent, calm as water.

His world was quiet.

Even the slight hissing sound disappeared, and the sword in his hand was very steady, and the sword body of two hundred and twenty catties was motionless like a rock. He could feel the breeze sweeping across the tip of the sword, and he could feel the slow currents of air, split in two by the blades, which clinged to the surface of the blade and glided like water.

Just now, Ai Hui was constantly injecting Yuan Force into the sword fetus, allowing his world to continue to expand its boundaries and extend farther away.

However, this experience was completely different, and he felt like his world was shrinking like a net, shrinking onto his sword. He could clearly feel even the slightest dents and cracks on the surface of each of the seven crystals.

It's an amazing feeling.

In the eyes of Shi Xueman and Sang Zhijun, who were not far away, they were all taken aback when they saw the huge change in Ai Hui's temperament.

Especially Shi Xueman, she has seen Ai Hui shoot, that brilliant sword, she still can't forget it, it was the most amazing sword she had ever seen. It was also from that time that she always felt that Ai Hui's swordsmanship was very good.

But that's about it.

In the modern era of the decline of swordsmanship, excellent swordsmanship does not mean anything. Since the establishment of the Five Elements Heaven, there has never been a great master of swordsmanship, and even half of those so-called swordsmanship masters are self-proclaimed swaggerers.

However, Ai Hui at this moment gave her a completely different feeling.

Without brilliance, without brilliance, Ai Hui is like a sculpture, a rock, and a deep pool.

Shi Xueman, who has seen masters from all walks of life since he was a child, has much stronger eyesight than ordinary people. She knew that the deeper the calm, the more intense the storm would be.

Shi Xue didn't dare to look at his body more, and Ai Hui, who was quiet like a sculpture, had an indescribable attraction and was breathtaking.

She hadn't forgotten her duty, and they only had one chance. If something goes wrong with them, Ai Hui will die on the spot. Her back, filled with a faint mist, was water vapor transpiration, which was the manifestation of the water element power of her whole body running to the extreme. She desperately tried to lock onto the swooping blood bat, but no matter how hard she tried. None of them can lock on to the Blood Bat.

It's so fast!

When the blood bat opened its eyes, Shi Xueman could see the strange light trace, but with all her strength, she could only catch its afterimage.

Sang Zhijun bit her lip unconsciously, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

She couldn't catch the Blood Bat either.

Just when they had nothing to do, Ai Hui suddenly drew his sword.

This is a very slow sword, slow and light, like a sword handed out.

The red light marks that were as fast as lightning in the air but destructive were strangely destroyed, and Ai Hui's slow sword. It creates a very strong contrast in the vision. Shi Xueman felt that this scene was indescribably awkward, but her mind and eyes were involuntarily attracted by this sword.

When the tip of the sword was handed to the end, a strange red lightning bolt burst through the air, and the extremely slow and the extremely fast converged in the air.

The dark red blood claws and black sword tips seemed to freeze frame.

I can't describe the awkwardness of this moment, Shi Xueman is like motion sickness, unspeakably uncomfortable, her heart is churning, and she wants to vomit. Sang Zhijun beside her swayed. But his face turned a little whiter.

Boom!

The dullness is like the popping sound of a heavy drum, which makes everyone's heart tremble.

A circular wave of qi visible to the naked eye suddenly erupted from between the tip of the sword and the blood claw.

Ai Hui was like he was drunk, and a flush suddenly rose on his face. He bared his teeth, as if to say something, but before he could spit out a syllable, he was like a small stone concentrated on a hardwood stick. An afterimage was drawn in the air, smashing into the wall not far away, and the wall collapsed with a bang.

For the first time, the body of the blood bat appeared in front of Shi Xueman and Sang Zhijun. The black body was covered with dark red markings, and the hideous and terrifying face was confused at the moment.

Shi Xue Man endured the discomfort in her chest, she knew that the most critical time had come, without any reservations, all the yuan power in her body poured into the dew between her fingers, and her fingers popped out.

In a flash of brilliance, the dew in Shi Xueman's hand disappeared, and she was like a vacant, crumbling.

Sang Zhijun on the side was pale, but his eyes showed high fighting intent, the golden silk soft bow in his hand was like a full moon, and three rabbit arrows were on the string. Her fingers were between the tails of three arrows, but the arrows were gathered together.

The three rabbit arrows lit up with a faint silver light, and the faint sword intent was extremely sharp, which made Sang Zhijun feel a little more surprised.

Zheng!

The three rabbit arrows merged into one in the air, turning into a more dazzling silver light.

Sang Zhijun, who tried her best, was even more unbearable than Shi Xueman, took several steps back, her legs were weak, and she sat on the ground with her buttocks.

Shi Xueman's dew hit the dizzy blood bat, and as soon as the dew touched the blood bat's body, the canopy scattered into a puff of incomparably fine mist, seeping into the blood bat's body.

The Blood Bat's body froze, and the moisture in its body was frantically converging towards the tiny mist. But the blood in its body was also surging towards those tiny mist, and they wanted to devour these mists containing rich yuan power.

At this moment, the blood bat becomes the best target.

The silver light shot out by Sang Zhijun effortlessly shot into the head of the blood bat.

The silver light suddenly exploded, and the blood bat's head exploded into countless pieces.

The headless body of the blood bat was like boiling water, and suddenly countless water vapors steamed, and the skin, which was originally as hard as steel, quickly lost its luster, became dry, and collapsed with a bang.

A fat figure pulled Ai Hui out of the ruins.

When Ai Hui was ejected, the fat man rushed out.

Ai Hui had passed out in a coma.

The fat man didn't say a word, put the gray Ai Hui on his back, and ran towards the dojo without saying a word.

Sang Zhijun, who was sitting on the ground, watched the fat man's disappearing back and muttered: "Don't say hello, it's really ......"

"Save people's hearts. Shi Xueman, who had recovered a little strength, pulled Sang Zhijun up from the ground.

"What should we do now?" Sang Zhijun didn't have any strength on his body, and his face was also at a loss for the rest of his life.

"Ask for help. Shi Xueman sent out a distress signal.

She glanced at the direction in which the fat man had disappeared, and was a little worried in her heart, and she didn't know how Ai Hui's injury was?

The impact of the head-on blood bat is really surprising......

It must be okay!(To be continued.) )