In desperation, with a move of her palm, she took back a spiritual weapon, and hurriedly fought back at the oncoming vitality. At the same time, she quickly flipped her other palm and took out a bag of yuan stones and quickly absorbed it.

"Whoosh!"

And when the girl in the yellow shirt took back one of the spiritual weapons, another spiritual weapon also flew behind Fang Yan, following him closely, and was about to pierce into his body in front of him.

Fang Yan glanced back quickly, and after seeing that there was only one spiritual artifact, his heart breathed a sigh of relief. The palm of his hand flicked back, and then he threw the spiritual weapon in his hand.

The reason why he launched such a crazy attack was to get the other party to recover a spiritual weapon. Because only in this way will he have the slightest chance of winning. Otherwise, if she let her catch up with both spiritual weapons, he would probably be stabbed through the heart soon.

And things are also developing in the direction he envisioned, under his crazy attack, the lifeless girl in the yellow shirt really took back a spiritual weapon.

"Bell!"

The two spiritual weapons were soon entwined and inseparable. It's just that only a moment later, the short sword of the dialect was forced to retreat by the spirit weapon of the girl in the yellow shirt.

For such a situation, Fang Yan had expected it, and his face did not show too much surprise. It's just that the speed of his feet has been sped up a bit, his hands keep shaking, and the fist shadows containing six layers of internal strength keep pouring towards the yellow-shirted girl from all directions.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A loud sound kept ringing around, and all the attacks of the dialect were blocked by the girl in the yellow shirt, and none of them fell on her.

And with the help of the spirit weapon, it also greatly alleviated her dilemma of insufficient vitality, but she knew that this was not a long-term solution, even with the help of the spirit weapon, the vitality in her body would not last long. She had to find a way to fight back.

However, in the face of the stormy attack of dialects, she was a little helpless, and it could not even be said that she could move an inch. In desperation, she could only defend so passively.

Not far away, Luo Ziyi looked at the vague figure in front of him who kept running wildly, and there was a rare worried look on his face. After a few moments, she tried to stand up, but as soon as her body moved, a huge pain instantly spread through her senses, making her sit down weakly.

Within three or four feet of the girl in the yellow shirt, more than a dozen fist shadows surged towards her from all directions, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

The dialect kept under his feet, with the girl in the yellow shirt as the center, galloping quickly, and the palms of his hands were dancing mechanically. One after another, fist shadows flashed out of his hands as if they didn't want money.

Seeing that his attack was blocked without missing anything, Fang Yan's eyes couldn't help but flash a look of anxiety. You must know that he doesn't have much vitality in his body, and in this small half of an hour, he has consumed most of it. If this continues, I'm afraid he will only have to escape.

What's more, if he delays like this any longer, his short sword will probably have to be reimbursed.

"Whoosh!"

After sending out an attack, Fang Yan's eyes narrowed, and he quickly glanced around, then his heart was ruthless, he gritted his teeth, flipped his palm, and then turned slightly, and an object wrapped in vitality flew out of his hand.

After sending out this attack, he didn't stop his steps, until he circled half a circle, and his footsteps suddenly deflected, and he actually rushed towards the girl in the yellow shirt.

And the girl in the yellow shirt was still dancing with a spiritual weapon to resist the surging fist shadows, seemingly unaware of his sneak attack.

Fang Yan's heart was overjoyed, and her speed suddenly increased, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared on her side, and her white palm slammed into her vital body. He is absolutely confident, if he can hit the opponent with this blow, even if he can't kill him, he can make her completely lose her combat effectiveness.

"Look for death."

However, the matter was far from being as simple as he thought, just when his attack was about to fall on the girl in the yellow shirt, the other party suddenly snorted coldly, his body turned sharply, and a palm that had already been ready to attack slammed towards Fang Yan.

"Be careful!"

In the distance, Luo Ziyi was shocked, and an exclamation of surprise came out of his mouth unconsciously.

However, it was too late.

"Whoosh!"

As the palm of the yellow-shirted girl's hand fell, a terrifying vitality energy flashed out of her hand, appearing directly in front of Fang Yan, so that he didn't have time to react before it fell heavily on him.

"Poof!"

Fang Yan's body froze instantly, and then, the whole body flew upside down from the ground, blood spurted wildly, and fell into the ground dozens of feet away, shaking constantly, as if he was suffering great pain.

Luo Ziyi was stunned, her frightened gaze followed Fang Yan's body in mid-air, and finally froze dozens of zhang away, after a while, her body trembled uncontrollably, but in the end she closed her eyes in despair.

Seeing that she had hit the blow, a look of joy flashed in the eyes of the girl in the yellow shirt that could not be concealed, and the palm holding the spirit weapon quickly swiped around her.

"Bang bang bang!"

Only a few muffled sounds were heard, and the shadow of the fist that was quickly attacking her suddenly exploded and disappeared into the air.

And after sending out this attack, the girl in the yellow shirt did not stop for a moment, and as soon as her feet moved, she wanted to rush towards Fang Yan. Although the blow just now hit the tongue, she didn't dare to guarantee that she would kill him.

If it was in her heyday, she was absolutely sure that she would kill him with one blow, but at this time, she was injured, and the vitality in her body was greatly lost, and the power of this blow was greatly reduced.

"Jingle bell!"

However, at this moment, a crisp bell rang behind her.

"Hmm...... Burst! ”

The sudden ringing of the bell made the yellow-shirted girl's head sink violently, and a mouthful of blood arrow sprayed out of her mouth, and her body fell five or six feet away in embarrassment, and finally fell to the ground with a bang.

Not only her, but even Luo Ziyi, who was seriously injured in the distance, and the blue-clothed young man in the distance, after hearing this voice, their eyes were also dark, and they fainted directly.

"Ahem......" The yellow-shirted girl snorted, her palm moved slightly, and she threw the spiritual weapon in her hand behind her without hesitation.

After the spirit weapon was thrown, the piercing bell suddenly stopped. The girl in the yellow shirt gritted her teeth and struggled to her feet.

Obviously, this sonic attack obviously did not completely incapacitate the girl in the yellow shirt. After standing up, she looked back in disbelief in the direction where the voice came.

"This ...... How is this possible? When she saw the appearance of the bell, she suddenly screamed in horror. Turning abruptly, staring incredulously at the struggling dialect in the distance.