At first, although the attack of the four girls was unguardable, it could only break through Wu Fan's defense, leaving a few blood holes on his body that were not deep, and the damage caused was higher than that of the black-clothed guards, but it was still within the "acceptable" range of Wu Fan's consciousness.

Therefore, even if Wu Fan has a layer of worry in his heart, at least he has not risen to a sufficient height, of course, he will attribute this kind of problem to the file of "must bear", and besides, Mu Feng's pressure is not small, so he concealed the situation.

In other words, Wu Fan is also a proud man? It's always hard to ask for help unless you have to.

It wasn't until the greedy viper completed the temptation and launched a fatal blow that Wu Fan regretted it, and the thin sword kissed his body again, but the sharp blade easily pierced his thick and tough skin, wrenched his strong muscles, and tore a hole in his left calf along the meridians, and the blood flowed out wet and wet.

The calf was injured Wu Fan's body couldn't help but lean forward, and the nine-foot nail rake in his hand also lowered his head, and the two black-clothed guards saw the opportunity to press the long rod of the nine-foot nail rake with the side of the knife, and they wanted to cut off Wu Fan's fingers on the handle.

The timing of the black-clothed guards was very appropriate, in order to stabilize his next plate, Wu Fan had no time to change his moves, and he had no choice but to let go of the handle of the nine-foot nail rake. In this way, the black-clothed guards greatly shortened the distance between them and Wu Fan. Several steel knives smeared Wu Fan's chest and lower abdomen with a tacit understanding.

The sudden situation caught Wu Fan a little off guard, he could only focus on his defense on his neck and face, his agility value was too low, and it was a complete fool's dream to block all attacks with his hands.

The clothes instantly became tattered, and more than a dozen strips of cloth hung sloppily, revealing some dark skin inside, uneven and convex muscles, and red marks slowly appeared on them, which were blood streaks exuded by capillaries, in a common saying: knocked a little skin. It's just that this time it's a little larger.

In fact, Wu Fan gritted his teeth and was able to get through, he didn't even snort, and the blade of the black-clothed guard ravaged his skin again.

As long as you protect the vital point and don't let the other party have a chance to break through the vital point, you can always carry it for a while, and buy some time for Mu Feng. In his heart, Wu Fan unconsciously began to think for Mu Feng, he knew that the only thing that threatened him the most was the thin sword. However, the four girls didn't know what tricks they used, so they plunged into the pile of black-clothed guards, so that Wu Fan couldn't tell the difference.

Is it because the four girls look too much like men, or are their eyes unable to see even black and white?

Wu Fan, who was laughing at himself, suddenly felt a piercing chill coming from his lower body, he immediately realized something, his lower abdomen was slammed away, and his buttocks stumbled unceremoniously to Mu Feng behind him. Immediately, a flash of white light struck, and after all, it turned out to be another "surprise attack" by the four girls.

Fortunately, the man's instinct saved him! After the white light disappeared, Wu Fan still felt that the shade was cold and empty. Maybe it's because the black-clothed guards are all men, and it's an unspoken rule that they are not allowed to attack Xia Yin, or because of the demeanor of a martial artist in this era, after fighting for so long, Wu Fan really hasn't met anyone attacking him.

And in fact, it is indeed a big fatal problem for men. Since they slashed and killed each other, the four girls' practices were not criticized. If Wu Fan encounters a difficult opponent himself, he must also use this trick - the lore technique.

In the end, he just scolded the mounted paper to express his indignation. There is no unrelenting revenge to a great extent.

How did Wu Fan know that the four girls didn't want their baby sword to touch the dirty things of men. It's just that her strength has not recovered much, if she can attack Wu Fan unscrupulously, where will she look for opportunities in the crowd? Her pride does not allow it.

The strong man in front of him waved his arms like a madman to block in front of him, and if he wanted to break through the defense and hurt his eyes, the neck could hardly be completed. And the chest not only has strong muscles, but also within the scope of Wu Fan's defense, thinking about it, the four girls have to target Wu Fan's lower yin.

"Hey, Wu Fan, what are you doing?"

For Mu Feng, who was inexplicably pushed on his buttocks, he was slashed a few times just now, and his tone was not very satisfied.

"I ......"

Wu Fan, who was still hesitating to report the situation, was stunned by Bai Guang, who came to the door again.

The sword stabbed from the oblique side that he couldn't look at, as fast as thunder but silent, as a swordsman, the fourth girl may only be regarded as a third-rate, but once she is ruthless, a woman's mind is much more poisonous than that of an ordinary man, at least she is not lacking in patience and eyesight. As long as she let go of some useless burdens in her heart, she is indeed a clever assassin.

The strength has dropped significantly, but the murderous intent is high, although I understand that with the means of my father-in-law, a few brocade guards are naturally not a problem, but if everything needs my father-in-law to take action, what is the value of her existence? There is not necessarily punishment for doing things that are not good for the father-in-law, but she resents herself.

Obviously, I just wanted to stand in front of that tall back and share some of the wind and rain for him, but I messed up...... Since it is smashed, there is always a need for some people to pay the price.

The thin sword mixed with the resentment of the four girls pierced into Wu Fan's right ribs, and the sword body was about two inches away from the flesh, and she wanted to take a step forward, but she was stuck by a huge force. Wu Fan's right hand grasped the blade of the thin sword, and a pair of tiger eyes were staring at her deadly, as if they were going to eat her alive.

The four girls didn't have much feeling about this, why didn't she want to skin these people and light the sky lantern?

In the competition of pure strength, the four girls who lost their strength were not the opponents of Wu Fan, a strong man, after all. The other party can only pull the sword out of the body little by little, this process can't make the other party feel too comfortable, Wu Fan's right side of the face has two more knife marks is the best explanation.

She's fighting a lot of people!

The blood foam was stuck in his throat, Wu Fan still rushed ahead of death at the last moment, he was very glad that his skin and flesh were thick enough, if Mu Feng's small body (but it was a little smaller than Wu Fan) would probably be pierced through the heart.

It's just that the enemy's goal, although not fully achieved, was at least half successful. Wu Fan couldn't figure out if he had earned money by temporarily controlling the deadly white light with such an injury. He could only swallow the blood foam back.

Now I can only show a little more ferocity, even if it is pretended, the people in the trial space are not as cold-blooded as the NPCs in the game, they are like human beings in another space, with blood, flesh, and emotions of their own. They will be afraid, they will be afraid, and they will have greed that is no less than their own.

If they see their weakness, these black-clothed guards will pounce on them like a wolf pack and tear themselves apart. Wu Fan understood this very well, so he smiled, with a few new wounds on his cheeks, it was bloody and hideous.

"Four girls, huh? I'll eat you! ”

Wu Fan's hoarse voice was like ice that would not melt for thousands of years, his eyes burst out with scarlet killing intent, and he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips in disgust.

"Come on, then!"

It's a pity that this contrived performance didn't produce any effect, how could a woman with a lot of hatred be afraid of such a level of threat? It's just a trapped beast.