Xia Fan pinched his index finger violently, in his words, this trick is called the pain transfer method, whenever he has a stomach trouble, he will pinch himself hard, although he has tried many times before, but now he can only pretend to be strong, and said: "It doesn't hurt at all, but it's comfortable." ”

"Really?"

Yan Xiaoqi pursed his lips, knowing that Xia Fan was being strong, although the purple cloud grass had a very good hemostatic effect, but it really had no analgesic effect, he didn't want to worry about himself, of course, he didn't have to expose Xia Fan's white lies.

Xia Fan nodded seriously, but when he moved slightly, there was a pain in his chest, but since he said that it didn't hurt, he could only continue to pretend that it didn't hurt, his expression was very funny, and said: "It must be true, can I still lie to you?" In fact, he regretted it a little as soon as he finished speaking, knowing that he said the wrong thing again as soon as he was nervous, after all, he even used his name before, so he could only smile at the moment, and quickly added: "The last time, hehe, you better go back to your family, it's safer there." ”

"Hmm...... Oh well, that... I'm going back?" Yan Xiaoqi glanced at Xia Fan and said weakly, as if he was stating and asking.

Xia Fan saw that Yan Xiaoqi was really going to leave, although he was reluctant to give up, but he couldn't think of any reason to stay after racking his brains, and after thinking about it for a long time, he had to say truthfully: "You still don't go, although I said so, I still can't bear to let you go in my heart." ”

Yan Xiaoqi suddenly smiled, like the half-shaded moonlight in the night sky, and then said worriedly: "If you don't let me go, then I won't leave, and if I leave, what will you do?"

"What do you think I can do?"

Xia Fan looked around, all of them were trying to snatch the people he was fighting for, and the clanging sound of swords colliding was so lively. Fortunately, he saw that Yan Xiaoqi did not leave, although he was happy in his heart, he still smiled bitterly and sighed helplessly.

Yan Xiaoqi followed Xia Fan's gaze.

I saw that not far away, Zuo Zhong, who was fighting with the bald man, suddenly stopped and looked at Xia Fan happily.

Zuo Zhong saw that Xia Fan was not dead, and finally let go of his hanging heart, after all, if the young man with the spirit seed died, the spirit seed would be gone, but where to find it? Then what is the point of this fight? Now all we have to do is to kill all these demon cultists, and bring Xia Fan back to Songshan to hand over to the master, then it is really a great achievement, think about it, or simply not go back to Songshan, and swallow the spirit seed alone, wouldn't it be better? It's just that he doesn't know how to take out the spirit seed, and it seems that he has to catch the Yan family girl together, thinking of this, Zuo Zhong's smile is even stronger, and the giant sword in his hand is swinging faster, the strength is a little heavier, and the sword qi is even more powerful. In less than dozens of rounds, Zuo Zhong has completely gained the upper hand, although the giant sword in his hand is extremely heavy, but it is also the tiger and tiger he dances, for a while, the sword aura is overflowing, Zhang Mazi's cultivation is not as good as him, all with the blood in his heart and the deep hatred is hard, always thinking that it is the best result to be able to end together, at this time, the right hand holding the knife has cracked the tiger's mouth, and the blood in the hand is constantly dripping, together with the blood flowing from the multiple sword wounds on the body, are strangely absorbed by the blood-drinking knife in the hand, and the light emitted from the knife is extremely charming.

Zhang Mazi saw that he was invincible, but he didn't want to retreat, but once the giant sword in Zuo Zhong's hand was waved, it was like a sword net that was impenetrable, and it became a delusion to die together, so he had to put the sentence "A gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late" to heart again, thinking about how to practice hard in the future, as long as the revenge is taken, no matter how long the years are.

The swords collided again, and Zhang Mazi took three steps back.

There was only a foot between the two.

Zhang Mazi just turned to one side, looked in the direction of Cao Jiusi, and saw that he was still calm.

Zuo Zhong was afraid that Zhang Mazi would retreat, and he didn't plan to let him go, otherwise there would always be a person in the world who wanted to kill him, and of course he was uncomfortable.

Zuo Zhong simply inserted the giant sword in front of him, stood with his hands in his hands, laughed loudly, and deliberately ridiculed: "You demon cultists have other abilities besides being stronger in shouting? Zhang Mazi, don't you want to avenge your sister? What? To tell you the truth, that little girl is the one I sent someone to grab Songshan, my senior brother is also a person, it is her blessing to fancy her, but it's a pity, since she swears to die, then it's no wonder others, but before the girl died, she kept talking about her brother Don't take revenge, presumably the brother in her mouth is you, right?

"Don't take revenge!

Zhang Mazi smiled bitterly and said to himself, listening carefully to Zuo Zhong's words like a walking corpse, his body trembled uncontrollably, but he couldn't speak. His eyes were firmly fixed on the unique costumes of the Songshan Sword Sect on Zuo Zhong's body and Zuo Zhong's arrogance as a disciple of the Songshan Sword Sect as always.

Suddenly, this usually fierce and vicious man rarely showed a sad but extremely gentle expression, thousands of thoughts came to his heart again, closed his eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears from falling, but the crazy hatred in his heart instantly devoured his last reason, the blood-red long knife in his hand also couldn't stop shaking violently, buzzing, this scarlet long knife seemed to feel the master's killing intent, in an instant, the bright color seemed to drip blood, the red knife body suddenly emitted a thick blood mist, Zhang Mazi's whole person was wrapped。

Seeing this, Zuo Zhong was shocked, and he was shocked to find that Zhang Mazi's cultivation was rising steadily! Secretly screaming that it was not good, he had already seen that this knife was a little weird, even terrifying, and the bloody aura emitted made Zuo Zhong's heart palpitate abnormally and he became uneasy.

"Then kill you, and simply reunite your family. ”

Zhang Mazi was as if he was bathed in blood, motionless, and at this moment, the large blood mist in front of Zuo Zhong's eyes emitted a pungent smell.

Zuo Zhong knew that the current situation must be preemptive, and it was the best strategy! With a trembling snort, he held the giant sword with both hands again, and tightened it a few points, and the majestic spiritual power poured out, and the giant sword in his hand suddenly glowed with a faint golden light. Three years ago, he was already a monk of the Five Realms of Gold, and at this moment, he was a little afraid of Zhang Mazi, who was one realm lower than him.

The giant sword came in an instant, Zuo Zhong's face was like frost, and every time he took a step, he left extremely deep footprints in the snow, with infinite furious killing intent, he raised the giant sword high and swung it out vigorously, and he was about to cut off Zhang Mazi.

At this time, Zhang Mazi, who closed his eyes tightly, seemed to sense that the danger was coming, and quietly, countless bits of blood mist around him suddenly turned into extremely thin blood lines, entwining the giant sword to death.

Zuo Zhong was suddenly shocked and wanted to break free from the restraints, but the giant sword in his hand not only couldn't move an inch, but also couldn't twitch a bit, and secretly screamed that it was not good, he really didn't expect that this knife in Zhang Mazi's hand would be so powerful.

This blood-red long knife has a great origin, it is a magic knife handed down from ancient times in the Palace of Eternal Life, it can stimulate a person's hatred to the extreme, the deeper the hatred, the more the knife intent, so that in the end people are controlled by the knife! The Lord of the Hall of Eternal Life gave Zhang Mazi such a magic knife, precisely because the hatred in Zhang Mazi's heart is far better than others! At this time, Zhang Mazi has been occupied by the blood hatred in his heart for a long time, and he has only one thought, that is, to take the life of the person in front of him!

Zuo Zhong can get his current status in the Songshan Sword Sect, he is by no means an indecisive person, and he also understands that if he fights again, he will be dead and lifeless, and he immediately wants to abandon the sword and flee, but he suddenly remembered his arrogant posture before, but now he is afraid, and it is inevitable that he is a little unwilling, but it is this moment of hesitation, Zuo Zhong was suddenly stabbed into his arm by the sudden vast number of blood-colored silk threads, and the pain was unbearable immediately, and what is even more strange is that these blood-colored silk threads are like maggots on tarsal bones, Zuo Zhong no matter how he struggles, but there is no way, at this time he is like a marionette at the mercy of others, even if he cultivates the invincible golden way。

Zhang Mazi opened his eyes tremblingly, and the original dark pupils in his eyes burst out with blood light strangely, at this moment, some of the man's eyes were only blood-red!

A hoarse voice shouted indifferently, "Die!"