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Zi Yan's wrist turned back to the sword and came back, trembling, a light and fluttering sword, there was no fixed trajectory and direction, but the invisible sword qi and sword intent were everywhere, and it was difficult to determine where to attack in the next moment.

Looking at Fu Wucun's eyes, there are sword rays flashing in the air, and each sword light contains a killing intention, it is difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality, and a misjudgment is bound to splash blood. I never expected that the opponent's sword momentum was so weird and powerful, and a single face was covered in it, and there was danger.

After all, Fu Wucun is a top killer, in a critical situation, although he was shocked, he did not mess up, without the slightest hesitation, a pair of dark diamond iron hands instantly turned into a palm shadow in the sky, and he slapped out seven seven forty-nine palms in one go, and he was hard to block and hard to connect, and a pair of gloves could resist the cutting of the sharp blade without any damage.

The shadow of the sword palm in the sky flew and collided, and a piercing roar continued to explode in the air, only a little cold star was seen shining out from the broken sword palm shadow, like a flying star outside the sky, and it rushed straight towards Fu Wu's eyebrows.

Seeing this, Fu Wucun stepped back very calmly, and reached out to his waist with both hands at the same time, retreating, retreating...... The cold star is like a messenger chasing souls and asking for his life.

By retreating, Fu Wucun's original two-handed waist probe actually touched out two sharp short knives, and the two blades instantly conjured up a dazzling brilliance, and the cold knife light slashed, and two crisp sounds of gold and iron resonated, and the cold stars that rushed to him were swept away.

The next moment, the Jedi counterattacked, continuous swords and horizontals, each attack was carried with sharp knife intent, knife gas sprayed, and the fatal blow often rushed out in the illusory light curtain, and its speed was so fast that people's eyes could not adapt to it.

In Ziyan's heart, at this moment, a variety of counterattack methods appeared, but none of them were used. Because there are multiple ways to fight back, the moment of hesitation is fleeting. However, she was not in a hurry at all and seemed to be patient.

The five-inch phantom blade is awe-inspiring, and its momentum seems to be able to cut through a mountain, murderous, but floating like a dream.

A knife curtain filled the world under Ziyan's eyes, and it was almost to the extreme, and the terrifying knife momentum was a meter away, squeezing the skin of the whole body with a faint pain.

Fu Wucun's counterattack was fully prepared, and he left a follow-up killing move, and his wrist moved under one blow, and a dazzling sword light was slashed, and then he saw a black air flow visible to the naked eye, and instantly shot out in all directions. Countless ghostly rays were like spiritual snakes winding towards the volley, no matter how many afterimages they turned out, once they were entangled by the black air current, they would be ruthlessly torn apart.

Ziyan's expression was still calm, calm, and her footwork changed, and her body continued to turn into afterimages at the same time.

This Fu Wu's stakes far exceeded Zi Yan's expectations, because he didn't know when he appeared silently behind Zi Yan's real body, and two knives slashed out horizontally, and the sword light suddenly exploded into more than a dozen knives on the way, enveloping Zi Yan's back everywhere, and striking left and right at the same time, blocking all the retreat routes, intending to strangle him in one fell swoop.

In the whole city, except for Lu Suifeng and a few people, everyone's hearts were pinched almost at the same time at the moment, and they all sweated deeply for their current situation, including Nie Shi, who had been smiling lightly, and couldn't help but be a little discolored, seeing Ziyan's figure being cut into pieces by the fierce endless knife in an instant, and exploded like smoke and dust, and rushed forward desperately......

It's just that Ziyan's figure appeared in mid-air at this moment, like Jiaoyan who had broken through the cage, her body turned upside down, and her head and feet fell straight down, and the speed was extremely fast. In an instant, it makes people feel dazzled.

At the same time, five Ziyan figures suddenly appeared on Fu Wucun's side, high or low, flicking their swords out of their sheaths at the same time from various azimuths and angles, and swinging their swords out.

The situation suddenly reversed, and Fu Wucun was surprised, but a sneer appeared on his face unexpectedly.

Although Ziyan's counterattack timing was very good, he had no choice but to resist. However, the other party was just a void sword, and his power was naturally greatly reduced, and he was confident that he could completely resist it.

Between the spinning of the body, five knives were swung out with lightning in both hands, and the swords were fierce and domineering, and they shattered the figure of the opponent's five attacks in an instant. In his heart, he was secretly happy, and suddenly found that he still had five remnants shattered. Where did the real body go again?

As a question mark jumped out of his mind, the shattered smoke revealed a figure that stood with its feet shoulder-width apart, as if a towering mountain had suddenly risen in front of him.

A golden long sword was raised high, as if it was connected to the sky, and the sword body had a silk golden light sword light flickering, and in Ziyan's star-like eyes, an astonishing cold light was blooming at this moment. The domineering sword momentum was released, enveloping the surroundings, and the next moment it suddenly converged, turning into a dazzling lightning slash into the air, giving birth to a feeling that there was no way to dodge, or even to resist.

"It's ...... Fu Wucun exclaimed in horror, looking at the sky-filled lightning sword, he cut through the void in front of him uncertainly, slashed and fell towards himself, and gathered all the mysterious power in his body to penetrate the sword in panic, and waved his sword to lay down a sword curtain, hoping to block these terrifying lightning swords. The face is distorted by excessive exertion and becomes unusually hideous.

Between the countless golden sword qi jets, a series of sharp and piercing sounds of gold and iron erupted, spraying like fireworks. For a while, Fu Wucun suddenly felt that his mental world seemed to be constantly impacted by the golden sword qi, and the cohesion of the entire consciousness was trembling and loosening, and then gradually collapsed, and the entire sword curtain also fell apart.

The impact was irresistible, and his chest seemed to be swelled and painful like a lightning strike, and the sword in his hand could no longer be held, and he flew out of his hand. The whole person snorted, and couldn't help but retreat dozens of steps, and a wisp of red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. His face turned blue for a while, and he didn't seem to be able to accept the facts in front of him at all.

The nightmare seemed to have just begun, Ziyan seemed to have no interest in letting the other party perform her mastery to the fullest, raised her hand, and shouted: "The wind is surging!" In an instant, the wind was like a knife, and the clouds were like blades, wrapped in a sharp and piercing whistling that swept the heavens and the earth.

Fu Wucun had not yet come back to his senses in the horror before, and he had been instantly shrouded by the wind knife and cloud blade, but he felt confused, the sea of clouds was churning, and every cloud drifting over would take away a slip of blood flowers, and every time he passed by, there would be a violent tearing sensation all over his body, and many red blood flowers continued to bloom in his eyes.

"Oh my God, this can't be your own blood, right?" Fu Wucun shook his somewhat dizzy head, forcibly danced the twin knives in his hands, and constantly faced the terrifying wind knife cloud blade. It's too violent, it's too dense, it's endless......

The wind dissipated, Fu Wucun held the knife in both hands and supported the ground, stabilized his shaking body, gasped for breath, and countless blood-colored clothes and debris were scattered in the air.

The tens of thousands of big mouths in the audience opened almost at the same time, but there was not a single sound, and everyone was dumbfounded. What is it that shocks everyone so much?

The bloody clothes in the sky were all debris, the five inches on the high platform, almost all naked, there were at least hundreds of scars on the body, the flesh and blood were rolling, and there was faint blood oozing outward, it looked very terrifying, and the blood-colored power suit on his body was gone at the moment, only a pair of red shade shorts remained, and his undulating chest could still prove that he was still alive.

Too bloody, too sad, too ...... Speechless!

Countless women screamed, screamed, and cursed from below......

Although Zi Yan shot a little harder, it was very measured, it looked like a blur of flesh and blood, full of misery, in fact, it only hurt the flesh and skin, and there would definitely be no worries about life.

Fu Wucun is almost in a state of incomplete skin, every inch of his body is bursting with pain, but his consciousness still maintains a trace of clarity, his gray eyes are full of extreme horror and fear, as a killer, he is deeply aware at this moment that as long as the other party is willing, he can kill himself several times in a snap of his fingers, and the difference in strength between them is simply incalculable.

"It's okay, right? It doesn't seem to hurt the muscles and bones, it's just a little flesh and skin, and it should still have the strength to fight. Zi Yanyun smiled lightly, there was still a little bit of the previous Zheng Zheng domineering, Yan Ran was as gentle as jade, dignified and elegant lady image.

"Still coming?" Fu Wucun couldn't help but shudder, but the look of fear in his eyes was revealed, although the killer's mind was extremely tenacious and he had the consciousness of death, but there was no reason to seek his own death, at this time, Ziyan was more terrible than the devil in his heart, and the "fear" that was more terrible than death had already destroyed the so-called tenacity, and he couldn't even give birth to a desperate mind.

Propping up his fleshy body with difficulty, he shook his head and waved his hands in fear; "Grandma, this is too ruthless! It's all like this, is it possible to lift this last fig leaf in public?"

"Cut!" Ziyan's face was flushed, and she scolded angrily in shame: "If you use foul language again, I don't mind cutting off your thing directly, if you don't believe it, you can gamble!

Ziyan's sword was unsheathed again, and no one doubted that she would really make a move, as long as she didn't kill anyone, it was naturally not a violation.

"Don't ...... I admit defeat!" Fu Wucun completely collapsed, that thing is a man's root, once it is gone, it is better to live than to die, he dropped a sentence in fear, and flew off the high platform with the potential of his whole body.

"Hey! What kind of cultivation is this little sister, she is so strong!" the third brother Fu Feixing let out a shocked voice.

"Even the blood-clothed killer who broke through the realm was abused like this, this is too "cow", it is unbelievable, and he must be interrogated when he goes back. The second brother laughed thoughtfully, looking very happy.