The arrow feather leaped forward rapidly, compared to He Zichuan's mana recovery speed was as slow as a turtle crawling, and Yehua's laughter became more and more sharp. At this critical moment, He Zichuan suddenly turned around and met the sharp arrow with his chest.

Could it be that he wants to find death? Ye Hua, who was hidden in the Heavenly Absolute Immortal Array, saw that He Zichuan was so abnormal, and an inexplicable uneasiness suddenly appeared in his heart, and his laughter stopped abruptly.

As he thought, a chill erupted instantly, and a huge fan-shaped black blade suddenly poked out from He Zichuan's chest, slashing at the sharp arrow with unparalleled might. The sharp arrow was like a dying elk, and it broke into two with a whimper, and was reduced to two streams of pure mana, and the mana flickered as if it was about to explode. And the countless demons of all sizes embossed on the black blade suddenly seemed to come to life, and opened their eyes one after another, some laughed evilly, some gritted their teeth, and some were inexplicably sad, they all opened their mouths in unison, like a long whale sucking water, sucking the two masses of mana that were about to explode into their mouths, making one after another sound of satisfaction, like a hundred ghosts howling at night, which was terrifying.

Mo Yan broke free from He Zichuan's embrace, struggled to hold up the black blade that was taller than her, trembled and stood up to the sky, and shouted fiercely: "Burial Moon!"

As she spit out these two words, the earth-shattering spiritual pressure came instantly, although they couldn't see or hear, but He Zichuan and Mo Yan could feel that the rolling demon clouds were sweeping in, covering the entire sky firmly, and a round of crescent moon flashed with a dead white light, looming in the rolling demon clouds, and a faint white shadow was reflected in the Heavenly Desperate Immortal Array.

"What is this?!" Yehua's sneak attack was broken, and his heart was already uneasy, and seeing that Mo Yan still had combat power, he was even more terrified.

However, as early as the moment he made a sneak attack, the released qi had been locked by Mo Yan, and at this time, although he was covered by the Heavenly Absolute Immortal Array, he was still as dazzling as a bright light in the night. The dead moonlight of the Dao Realm "Burial Moon" shot into his body through the Heavenly Absolute Immortal Array without hindrance, and his protective aura was like a snowball under the scorching sun, immediately dissolving, and then the extraordinary quality robe was instantly corroded into wisps of cloth, hanging scattered on his body, allowing the moonlight to fall directly on his bronzed skin, as if being burned by flames, bursts of green smoke came out, making a seeping sound. The original skin turned into concentrated water in an instant, and with the support of the powerful restoring power of the immortal body, the new skin grew rapidly, and then was burned by the moonlight again, reciprocating. Yehua couldn't stop letting out a terrible scream, slumping, turning into a bloody man, very terrifying.

"Dao Realm!" Ye Hua was so frightened that he took out several top-level defensive magic weapons in a row, but under that strange moonlight, there were very few that could really play a role, and in just an instant, his origin was terrifyingly consumed.

Yehua panicked in his heart, the formation was in chaos, and the tight Heavenly Absolute Immortal Array finally revealed a flaw because of this, and the five senses and divine thoughts that He Zichuan and Mo Yan had been firmly suppressed were like finding a stream of water in the gap, and a small half of them quietly regained their freedom. The most frightening thing about the Heavenly Absolute Immortal Array is its absolute suppressive power on the five senses and divine thoughts, but in terms of blocking effect, it is not even as good as a simple isolation prohibition, once there is a flaw, allowing the trapped person to restore their perception, its actual effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

"Let's go!" He Zichuan breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the Qingfeng Sword, flew up, hugged Mo Yan, smashed through the vague roof of the inn, and turned into a ray of light and fled towards the road.

Under the terrifying consumption of the treasure of the road building, the already poisoned Mo Yan was difficult to support with only one or two breaths of effort, and when she was held in her arms by He Zichuan, the breath she had been carrying in her heart suddenly leaked, and suddenly she had no strength in her body, and fell into a coma when she fell softly into He Zichuan's arms.

As soon as the Burial Moon Dao Realm was dispersed, Yehua's Immortal Body had no opponent, and the burned muscles and skin could be fully recovered in half an instant, because the time was too short, and the Dao Realm power of the Dao Treasure of the Dao Treasure was limited, he only lost a little of his origin, and he was not hit hard.

Seeing He Zichuan and Mo Yan tear apart the Heavenly Desperate Immortal Array and flee, Yehua felt a lot of chagrin in his heart that the cooked duck was about to fly, and a raging flame rose in his chest. At this moment, Mo Yan was poisoned, He Zichuan was out of strength, and the two of them had no ability to fight for a long time, he tore off the fragments of rags on his body, made a move with his right hand, changed into a new robe, gritted his teeth, and turned into a black shadow to chase after the two of them with hatred, regardless of the pain all over his body.

The moment Yehua turned into a black shadow, he disappeared into He Zichuan's perception out of thin air. He Zichuan didn't dare to wait, and he didn't have time to stop and investigate, so he had to flee all the way into the distance.

In the dark cold night, I don't know how far I escaped, He Zichuan's breath suddenly became chaotic, and he spewed out a mouthful of blood mist. He hugged Mo Yan tightly, forcibly suppressed the chaotic mana, and then took out a talisman and pasted it on his back, silently reciting the mantra. The spell burst into blue light, gushing out a violent strong wind, pushing He Zichuan forward, causing his speed to suddenly speed up more than double.

He Zichuan's condition was very poor, the full force of the sword he had forcibly used before had already affected his old injuries that had never healed, coupled with the full-speed escape at all the cost of mana, so that his meridians were torn at the moment, and his mana was retrograde, and he could be hit hard again at any time.

Mo Yan woke up faintly, she found that she was still firmly held in her arms by He Zichuan, her warm cheeks were tightly pressed against his strong chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, feeling the warmth from the other party, and a burst of sweetness in her heart. However, Mo Yan was so delicate, but in a moment, she heard that although He Zichuan's heartbeat was powerful but chaotic, it was clearly a manifestation of unstable breath, even if he was not healed from poisoning and could not use mana or divine thoughts to probe, she could guess that he must have suffered a lot of internal injuries.

"Did you fight with Yehua again just now?" Sweetness instantly turned into worry, Mo Yan spoke softly, and his voice was still very weak.

He Zichuan shook his head, smiled kindly at Mo Yan, and said, "No, he was scared by you, and although he has been following, he doesn't dare to make a rash move." ”

Mo Yan was about to ask again, but He Zichuan preemptively said, "How are you, does the poison in your body matter?"

Mo Yan's heart warmed again, slightly diluting her worries about He Zichuan, she said: "It's not in the way, I just forcibly used the burial moon under the poisoning, and I was a little out of strength, and in another hour or two, I will be able to refine all the poison in my body, and at that time I will be able to recover at least half of my combat strength." ”

He Zichuan breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and his stern face suddenly had a little more color, but that sickly paleness was difficult to hide.

Mo Yanfang's heart rose again, and he asked worriedly, "Is it seriously injured?"

He Zichuan was stunned for a moment, and then said in a strange tone: "It's just that Fang Cai's sword involved an old injury, and it's not a big deal." ”

He wanted to use this to ease the tense and tragic atmosphere, but seeing that Mo Yan's eyes were shining, he was both worried and disgusted, and he smiled bitterly: "No way, Yehua is also a difficult person, if he doesn't act realistically, how can he be easily fooled?"

Mo Yan didn't speak anymore when he heard this, but just wrapped his hands around He Zichuan and buried a pretty face tightly in his chest.

He Zichuan's chest was hot and moist, and there was both heartache and sigh in his heart. He struggled to maintain the speed of his escape, but also fell silent.

It is also strange to say, although Yehua has not made a move, not even a trace, but He Zichuan just feels that he has been chasing closely behind him, and the feeling of pinprick on his body has made He Zichuan tense his nerves all the time. Seeing that an assassination had evolved into a chase and escape, and it had gradually exceeded the scope of the raid that the killer Yehua was best at, He Zichuan not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but became a little more dignified.

He Zichuan understands that Ye Hua will not easily let this well-arranged killing situation fall short, with the lesson just now, he will not give himself any more opportunities, but may deliberately release the qi that is vague, so that he can vaguely feel his existence, and then adopt wolf pack tactics, like driving sheep, forcing himself to escape with all his strength. Dragged down by old wounds, and after some pursuit, his combat power continued to decline, while the opponent waited for work, and waited for the strength and weakness to be completely out of position, and then issued a fatal blow. For today's plan, He Zichuan can only grit his teeth and hold on until Mo Yan recovers his combat strength, otherwise they will all become lambs to the slaughter.

But although the plan is good, it can't always keep up with the faster change. In the process of escaping, He Zichuan's breath was unstable, and the situation of mana retrograde became more and more frequent and serious. At the beginning, it would only appear once every half a cup of tea, and He Zichuan could recover after a little suppression, and then he would have an attack every ten breaths, and it was difficult to be suppressed. This made He Zichuan have to stop and escape several times, take some pills, and rely on the power of medicinal stones to help suppress the injury.

The first few Yehua were very cautious, for fear that this was another trap set by He Zichuan for him, and he didn't dare to make the slightest move. However, as He Zichuan's injuries became more and more serious, and his decline was revealed, Yehua began to make a tentative move. He first forcibly suppressed the injury when He Zichuan suddenly released the qi machine, and unexpectedly forced He Zichuan to temporarily give up healing and turn to vigilance. Yehua saw that He Zichuan didn't have any back-up, so he gradually intensified, and attacked from time to time in the distance. Finding that He Zichuan was powerless to fight back, Yehua finally simply showed up and fought hard with He Zichuan twice, although he still did not have the upper hand, he could clearly feel that He Zichuan's combat power was rapidly draining.

"It's not a way to go on like this" He Zichuan thought in his heart, instead of weakening all the way and finally being dragged to death by Yehua, it is better to simply stop escaping, and take advantage of the time that Yehua has not been able to completely see through the reality and strive to recover a little more mana, and fight with him to break the net, maybe there is a glimmer of possibility, drag it until Mo Yan recovers part of his combat power.

"How good is the time for another stick of incense, even the time for a cup of tea. Mo Yan was also thinking hatefully in her heart, but her body was soft at the moment, not to mention the magic power, she didn't have the strength to stand up. Looking at He Zichuan, whose face was pale and the corners of her mouth were oozing blood, she was completely powerless. A heart seemed to be stirred together by death, and it hurt so much that it was almost impossible to breathe.

He Zichuan sat down cross-legged, slowly put Mo Yan on his lap, let her head rest on his arm, half of his body leaned on his arms, and the other hand held the Qingfeng Sword tightly, while vigilantly guarding against the fatal blow that Yehua might come at any time, while quietly recovering his mana, channeling the meridians, and alleviating the burning pain all over his body.

Neither of them expected that the killing god Yehua of the Shadow Hall would be so difficult, after the carefully arranged killing game was broken, it only took him a very short time to adjust his tactics in time according to the situation, and successfully forced He Zichuan and the two into a bad situation of waiting to be ambushed again, and this time the strength and weakness are different, and it may be even more difficult for He Zichuan and Mo Yan to get out.

"Xiao Qi, what do you say we will become in the next life?" Mo Yan raised his head with difficulty, hid the gloom in his heart deeply, and said something that had nothing to do with the situation in front of him.

He Zichuan opened his eyes, and while continuing to recover, he said categorically: "You are not allowed to use the Bafang Hui Demon Tablet, don't even think about it." ”

Mo Yan's smile froze on his face, and his happy expression instantly dimmed. He Zichuan's arm was a little stronger, pulled her into his arms, and murmured: "I said, I will protect you in the future, if you die before I die, I will lose my trust in you, don't be so cruel, don't let me suffer for a lifetime." ”

Mo Yan gently rubbed He Zichuan's chest with his forehead, and sighed in his heart: "Fool, how could I watch you die in front of me? I'm sorry this time, don't blame me, okay?"

He Zichuan also smiled bitterly in his heart, although he didn't get along for a long time, how could he not know Mo Yan's personality? With her current physical condition, once she uses the Bafanghui Demon Tablet, she will completely lose her qualification for reincarnation, which He Zichuan will never allow. For now, he could only use the Jinyu Immortal Bell to kill Yehua before she could activate the Bafang Hui Demon Monument, or......

A flash of thunder flashed, lighting up the entire night sky. Just when the lightning disappeared and the world dimmed again, a black shadow fell from the sky, and the killing god Yehua moved.

The black sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake disguised in fallen leaves, and if the prey was not careful, it could bite the prey from the most incredible angle. Before today, he didn't know how many Saint Realm masters he had killed with the same means, and the last look in the eyes of those people was full of astonishment and despair, which made him so excited that he couldn't help himself countless times.

Today, he is about to add a lot of credit to the book. Assassinating one of the Seven Swords of Jinchuan, such a record is absolutely unprecedented for a killer who was born in the Shadow Hall. The inexplicable excitement almost ignited Yehua, and the strength of his blow was actually thirty percent higher than usual, and the long sword quietly slashed through the air, without making the slightest sound, and swept towards He Zichuan's neck.

Sensing that the crisis was approaching, the Qingfeng Sword let out a clear roar of its own, and a huge storm erupted from the golden long sword, as if it was about to tear Yehua to pieces. But the black god-killing sword slashed through the storm like a quick knife cutting tofu, and went straight to the target.

He Zichuan didn't move, and it seemed that he had no power to fight back.

"You let go of me!" Mo Yan screamed miserably, her primordial power was locked by He Zichuan, and it was difficult to use the Bafang Hui Demon Tablet. It was precisely because he wanted to lock Mo Yan's Yuan Shen power that He Zichuan had no strength left to stop Yehua or activate the Jinyu Immortal Bell.

"Don't! I beg you!" Mo Yan was anxious and cried out in despair, if it weren't for the fact that her body was still unable to move, she would have broken free from He Zichuan's control at all costs.

In fact, He Zichuan thought very simply, using his life to exchange Mo Yan's life. He also has a 10,000-mile shuttle talisman handed over to him by Mo Yan, as long as he activates the talisman before he dies, then tears the space, and still puts the talisman into it, Mo Yan will pass the talisman away, but in this way, he himself will definitely die.

Is he going to die in front of me? Could it be that fate is so short? Mo Yan had already roughly guessed what He Zichuan was thinking at this time.

She cried out in despair in her heart: "You told me not to be so cruel, but why should you be so cruel to me? Can I just watch you die in front of me?" She could barely control herself, and the endless grievances and sorrows seemed to erupt like a volcano, engulfing her in an instant.

Yehua laughed cruelly, crazy and hideous, the deadly black sword in his hand arrived as scheduled, and clusters of black sword shadows suddenly erupted around him.

"He Zichuan, you bastard!"

Mo Yan's mournful roar was instantly swallowed up by a black sword shadow, and even the echo stopped abruptly, as strange as time stood still, only a striking spatial rift was slowly healing, as if to remind the living that time was still passing.

When the sword shadow dispersed, a large area of blood was sprinkled like a torrential rain, staining a large piece of snow red, and countless stumps and broken flesh fell like hailstones, and they were frozen solid in an instant, and a fragment of the primordial spirit of a saint realm master in mid-air was roaring unwillingly, slowly collapsing with endless nostalgia, and entering reincarnation.

Everything was silent, but it was like a cold elegy.

As the song floated, on a bare tree thirty feet away from the corpse, a ghostly girl in a black dress was sitting quietly on a branch, gently swaying with the breeze. Her bare feet are as tender as mutton fat and jade, and the half-cut lotus arms that inadvertently reveal the sleeves are even more snow-white and delicate, which makes people think about it.

At this moment, the heavy dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on her body crystallinely, making her look illusory, erratic, as if she were a person in a dream.

She was swinging so leisurely and pleasantly, but it gave people a suffocating sense of oppression, as if it was a piece of ice reflecting the moonlight, faintly revealing a thick and cold aura, so cold that people almost froze just by looking at it.

The girl in black silently stared at the red in the snow, which made people feel that she looked at the world from a very special angle, as if she was on the other side of the world, admiring a landscape painting that had nothing to do with her, quiet and cold. After a long time, her eyes slowly turned, like two round ice beads, and she looked at the two figures standing silently in the snow. Then there was an inexplicable look in those two eyes that were not like eyes, and a cold and touching smile appeared on her snow-white and beautiful face.