"Choke!"

The short sword shattered the Yuan Balloon, and without a moment's pause, it slammed into the thick Yuan Qi wall. There was a screeching crash.

"Ahem!"

At the moment when the short sword hit the vitality wall, the young man in black felt the powerful power coming from the short sword, and unconsciously snorted, his arms trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but take half a step back. But he was quickly adjusted, gritting his teeth, his hands tightly resisted the vitality wall in front of him, and the vitality in his body continued to surge out of his hands, making the last dying struggle.

He knew very well that although his strength was one level higher than that of the other party, the other party not only had a set of strange escape techniques, but also had a spiritual weapon that made his heart palpitate, no matter what, he could not be his opponent. Now he could only keep praying in his heart, hoping that this short sword was a low-level spiritual weapon, and only in this way could he have a glimmer of life.

However, the scene in front of him made his hands and feet instantly cold.

The short sword only paused for a moment after making contact with the Yuan Qi Wall, and then slowly pierced into the Yuan Qi Wall, although the movement was slow, but his progress could be clearly felt.

Not far away, Fang Yan's eyes widened, and without blinking, he watched the short sword slowly burrow into the wall of vitality, as if he was afraid of missing something. Strangely, he didn't step forward and add an attack. If he stepped forward to make up for the punch at this time, the young man in black would probably die on the spot.

But he didn't, apparently intent on seeing the power of the dagger.

But the girl in green kept quietly watching the scene in front of her, still not saying a word. It seems that it is really like watching the excitement.

Watching the short sword pierce into the wall of vitality inch by inch, the black-clothed young man's face was like ashes, and his eyes finally showed a trace of horror, and he regretted it in his heart, he really shouldn't have provoked this guy.

However, although he thought of his tragic end, and he had no chance to leave alive today, it was naturally impossible to let him sit still.

Seeing that the short sword was almost completely submerged in his own vitality wall, and in a moment it would break through the wall and pierce his body, the black-clothed young man was ruthless in his heart, and almost mobilized all the vitality in his body, and frantically rushed towards the vitality wall in front of him, wrapping all the vitality walls in front of him, trying to force the short sword to stop.

By this time, he was already riding a tiger. If he turned around and fled now, the power of the Yuan Qi Wall that no one controlled was greatly reduced, and he would definitely not be able to block the attack of that short sword. I'm afraid that before he could turn around, he was pierced by the short sword that broke through the wall.

Fang Yan took a few steps forward, looking at the short sword that had all been drilled into the wall of vitality, and his heart was slightly disappointed.

Although the power of this short sword is not weak now, it is still too far behind as far as he imagined. He had thought that this short sword would shatter the wall of vitality in one fell swoop, but he didn't expect it to be so laborious. It seems that the power of an intermediate-level spiritual weapon is no more than that. This is still an intermediate-level spiritual weapon, if it is a low-level spiritual weapon, wouldn't it be easily blocked by the black-clothed youth?

Is that really all there is to it? Fang Yan didn't want to believe that these spiritual weapons that everyone salivated on were so powerful. If this is the case, it is obviously not worthy of its name, you must know that the value of the spirit weapon is several times or even dozens of times higher than that of the same level of exercises. If it weren't more powerful than the exercises, its value would never be so high.

Fang Yan shook his head in confusion and continued to watch. But at this moment, his face suddenly changed, and he stood in place with a dull expression, his eyes full of shock.

Because he suddenly found that the connection between the short sword and him was suddenly much weaker, and in the moment when he was stunned, his connection with the short sword was completely broken. That is, he could no longer control the short sword.

"How so?" Fang Yan looked at the black-clothed young man whose face was also a little sluggish, a little confused.

More than a dozen zhang away, the black-clothed young man was also at a loss, just now he mobilized the vitality in his body to frantically want to stop the pace of the short sword in front of him, but to his surprise, after he wrapped the short sword with his vitality for about half an hour, he suddenly found that he could actually manipulate this short sword.

This sudden accident made him a little unresponsive for a while, and his face was stunned in place. But only a moment later he woke up and realized what this meant, and his eyes flashed with ecstasy.

"Up!"

Looking at the short sword that was stagnant in front of him, the black-clothed young man waved his palm and withdrew the wall of vitality, and then let out a loud shout, the short sword moved with his thoughts.

"Hahahaha." Looking at the short sword that could be controlled by himself, the young man in black couldn't help laughing, he never expected that such a miracle would happen to him, and the already mortal ending would usher in a turn that he never dreamed of.

"How so?" Seeing that the short sword was actually controlled by the young man in black, Fang Yan was shocked, and his heart moved, but he couldn't get back the control of this short sword after trying more than a dozen times.

The dagger has changed hands!

After seeing this fact clearly, Fang Yan's face instantly became bloodless, and cold sweat kept pouring out from the back of his forehead. Looking at the short sword flying in front of the black-clothed young man, his hands and feet were a little cold.

He couldn't understand how things could have turned out like this. He didn't understand how the other party could snatch the spiritual weapon that originally belonged to him. How could a spiritual weapon be snatched away so easily? How did he do it?

Not far from him, the girl in green was also taken aback when she saw this scene, looking at the sluggish dialect with a dull face in disbelief, and a pair of beautiful eyes full of unbelievable color. After a long while, she shook her head with a smile, and her gaze at Fang Yan became a little curious.

"Haha, God help me." Looking at the short sword flying with his thoughts, the black and green young man showed a villainous look on his face, especially after seeing Fang Yan's look of disbelief, his heart was even more happy.

"Boy, didn't expect that, did you? Hahahaha. ”

Fang Yan barely maintained his composure, but in his heart he regretted it, if he had known that this spiritual weapon would be snatched away so easily, he would not have taken it out anyway. With his current strength, even if he doesn't have a spiritual weapon, the other party can't do anything to him. Now it's a good thing, he actually sent a sharp weapon to the other party to deal with himself for nothing.

"Boy, prepare to die." The young man in black suddenly suppressed his laughter, looked at the short sword floating in front of him, and nodded excitedly towards the dialect.

"Kill him!"

"Whoosh!"

With this shout from the black-clothed youth, the short sword was like a bolt of lightning, and it galloped towards Fang Yan fiercely. There was no awareness of the slightest mercilessness towards its previous owner.

Looking at the galloping short sword, Fang Yan's heart twitched fiercely, and he cursed in his heart, and his feet were like a shadow to the extreme, and his body turned into a blurred figure and rushed away into the distance.

Judging from the power that this short sword had just shown, with his strength, it was impossible to resist at all. If you do get hit by it, it's not as simple as a serious injury. If he's not careful, he might be here today.

If he was hit by this short sword, even if he had a spirit of vitality in his body, it would not be able to recover his pierced body.

"Whew!"

Listening to the sound of the short sword rubbing against the air coming from behind him, Fang Yan, who ran out more than ten zhang away, quickly glanced back, and at this look, he was suddenly shocked, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

The short sword was actually a long way behind him.

Fang Yan's heart was in a hurry, and his forehead was instantly covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat. He didn't expect that the short sword would still be able to chase him tightly even after several sharp turns.

What made him feel even more powerless was that even if he used it to the extreme, its speed was still much slower compared to this short sword. In just a few breaths, the distance between the short sword and him was reduced to half a foot.

"How is this possible?" Fang Yan's face was like dead ashes, his steps changed slightly, his body turned in place, and he rushed back and forth.

However, what made him desperate was that at the same time as he changed direction, the short sword also changed direction at the same time, and followed closely behind him.

Seeing this, Fang Yan's heart sank, and his eyes suddenly became sad, he knew that he might not be able to escape death this time.

Feeling the tip of the sword almost attached to his back, Fang Yan closed his eyes in despair, but the pace under his feet did not stop, and he kept changing the direction of running.

However, to no avail.

"Hmm......"

Fang Yan snorted suddenly, as the tip of the sword slowly pierced into his back.