The people of Shan Yi were already thinking about how to kill Chen Yin with the next blow.

Without noticing at all, the long sword coiled out of the cuff of Chen Yin's other hand, the 'rain stone', was coiled into the body of the mountain man through Chen Yin's entire arm.

By the time he realized it, it was too late.

The people of Shan Yi immediately retreated, and at the same time, they knocked Chen Yin back to the ground with white qi.

But the long sword with a slight black flame still seemed to be alive, and the head of the sword went straight into the left chest of a person in the mountain, and penetrated with the sword body.

When it was too late, the mountain man was already holding the hilt of the sword and trying to pull it out of his body with all his might.

However, the sword, which was still sinuous and soft, suddenly stiffened and pierced ten inches from its back.

The movement of the mountain was momentarily paused for a moment, and then he gritted his teeth and frowned, and pulled the sword out of his body.

He could barely cover the wound on his chest with one hand, but the blood on his back kept pouring out.

From his expression, it can be seen that the people of Yamayi are a little flustered.

He tried to mobilize the force around the wound, but nothing was gathered by it, except for the sharp pain in his heart and the blood pouring out more violently.

In such a short period of time, countless huge beads of sweat had already rolled down the head of the mountain man, and he maintained that useless posture and remained motionless, only gasping for breath.

His shirt had turned a dark red.

After that, he didn't say a word, didn't move a word, and if it weren't for his wheezing and his undulating upper body, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a sculpture.

And the situation on Chen Yin's side is not much better.

His stabbed arm was already attached to his body as if it were only a few bones and flesh, and he didn't even feel any pain. He only knew that he was lying in a pool of blood, and with the previous injuries, he tried a few times, but he could not get back up on his own.

He wanted to know the situation of the people of the mountain now, because the power on the 'rain stone' had been exhausted, and he could no longer empathize with it, so he didn't know if he had pierced the other party's heart at the last time.

However, due to his excessive blood loss, his spirit became more and more sluggish, and he could not concentrate on sensing the breath of a mountain person.

He could barely brace himself on one hand, barely half-sitting up.

Through the blue light emitted by the shattering of the sky, Chen Yin saw a person standing there facing him, his body rising and falling rapidly.

Chen Yin tried to stand up again, but felt that his head was dizzy, and he almost couldn't even sit still.

Because of this stagger, he thought that the people of the mountain would take the opportunity to attack, but when he adjusted and turned to look at the people of the mountain, the other party still maintained the previous posture, did not attack him, and did not move half a step.

Even if he discovered the other party's abnormality, Chen Yin was too busy to take care of himself.

He couldn't see or feel the extent of his left shoulder injury, so he could only try to concentrate the strength he could still control to his left shoulder.

Although the blood was not flowing out, perhaps it was the excessive blood loss before, or other secret injuries, that caused his consciousness and thoughts to be incoherent now, and he would lose his mind from time to time, and then his vision was also darkening.

The two were so stalemate for a while, but in a trance, he saw that a person from the mountains was walking towards him, although his steps were faltering, but it was better than Chen Yin being unable to move like this.

Facing the body of "Lin Yuanlong", which was getting closer and closer, Chen Yin had no choice.

He didn't have the ability to control more of the force, and he didn't dare to eliminate the force next to the wound.

He didn't know if it was his hallucination, Chen Yin saw that as the mountain approached, the blue fragments that were fluttering in the air began to fall.

Little by little, they fell on the mountain people and themselves, seemingly as soft as snow, but there was no chill and no warmth.

Chen Yin couldn't devote his remaining energy to paying attention to this matter.

Because as the mountain slowly approached, Chen Yin saw that he had one hand on his chest, and the blood was seeping out between him through his clothes, and the other hand was holding the "rain stone" that he didn't know when he picked up.

The blue crumbs were attached to it, making the sword unusually strong and straight.

After dragging a few steps with difficulty, the mountain leader finally stopped, less than three steps away from Chen Yin who was sitting on the ground.

Chen Yin finally saw his appearance clearly-his face was pale, his eyes were blank, his whole body was covered in blood, and the whole person seemed to be only half a breath - no different from himself.

However, when the people of the mountain saw Chen Yin, they actually squeezed out a wry smile on their faces.

Both of them no longer had the spare strength to say another half a word, but Chen Yinguang looked at each other's expressions and understood that he had made a fortune to give himself the last sword.

Sure enough, the people of Shan Yiyi did not hesitate at all, but exerted the last strength of his body, raised his sword, and almost stabbed the sword out with the weight of 'Lin Yuanlong's body.

Chen Yin no longer had the spare strength to summon the power to protect his body.

As Lin Yuanlong's burly body fell to the ground, the rain stone ran through Chen Yin's body, and everything was finally silent.

Only the blue debris in the air fell one after another, covering the two of them.

(End of chapter)