There was no other way, Fang Xiuran had to be forced to stop chasing the past and block the countless red swords, after the swords were cut off, they recondensed in the air and attacked Fang Xiuran again.

Fang Xiuran muttered: "You must fight quickly, otherwise Senior Sister will be in danger!"

The continuous sharp swords dragged Fang Xiuran's pace, cutting again and again, condensing again and again, and finally although they did not condense, they could become more tricky.

Because the slashed red sword changes in the air, unlike before, it is condensed into one, and when it is cracked, it becomes two, two becomes four, and it grows twice.

Even if Fang Xiuran kept swinging his sword, he couldn't completely prevent the continuous attacks in front of him, and the sword began to change direction as if it had eyes.

Some of them were still attacking head-on, and the other part was stabbing from the side, and when Fang Xiuran saw it, he hurriedly and quickly turned sideways to avoid the sharp sword.

But he was still a step slower, and the placket of his shirt was slashed by a sharp sword coming from the side, and it exploded, and his arm also broke a deep hole, from which bright red blood flowed out, dying red and white authentic robes, dazzling.

Fang Xiuran was silent, took out the pill and poured it into his mouth, the blood stopped, but the wound did not heal......

"Hehe, how about the boy, be happy, you will soon become my new blood slave! It's a great honor, haha, and the thought of a decent monk becoming a half-dead blood slave makes me extremely excited! ”

The perverted demon cultivator laughed madly, as if he was bound to win the next cultivator.

Fang Xiuran moved his left arm, a slight stinging pain came from the wound, looking back at Bai Rao, she was being chased, her pupils shrunk, and then she rolled her eyes at the sickly demon Xiu in front of her, and said disdainfully:

"It's just a small injury, but it's not enough to worry about it."

"yes, I'm so happy, how long can you last? I hope I don't die so soon, let me enjoy all your righteous begging for mercy, hahaha! ”

The already sick Demon Cultivator didn't care about Fang Xiuran's provocation at all, he wasn't afraid that he would have a hard mouth, he was afraid that he would beg for mercy early, and that would have lost a lot of fun.

"I don't know who you can hold up better with that ordinary woman, but she begged for mercy when her blood was about to run out."

After that, the blood in his body scrambled to squeeze out, and he was not worried at all that excessive blood loss would cause harm to his body.

Hearing him mention women, Fang Xiuran remembered the woman who had left in the closet in a strange manner.

Subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword, watching the changes in the blood around him, the rich smell of blood spread in the air, disgusting, Fang Xiuran half held his breath in disgust.

"If only I knew that I would ask the master for a breath-holding pill before I went out." Fang Xiuran shrugged his shoulders and sighed with a little regret.

"Hehe, what a delicious taste, you dare to dislike it, but it doesn't matter, you will soon become a part of them!"

Hearing that Fang Xiuran disliked his precious blood, and the blood that had not yet flowed out became a little manic and boiling in his body, he reassured: "Little ones, don't worry, I'll let you enjoy it later." ”

He himself was also a little impatient, you must know that this is the precious fresh blood that he extracted after killing this small village, and even a minor monk dares to dislike it!

The blood in the bare air began to boil, turning into countless sharp swords again, densely hitting Fang Xiuran.

Fang Xiuran looked around at this scene, and secretly felt that it was not good, he inserted the long sword into the ground, silently recited the mantra, and used his spiritual power to protect a barrier around his body, isolating these countless smelly swords.

I don't know how long it took, subtle cracks appeared in the barrier that Fang Xiuran had erected, and the sharp sword also began to discover this, turning into a focused attack crack.

The spiritual power was about to be exhausted, Fang Xiuran took out the bottle of the Gathering Spirit Pill from the mustard seed bag, held it in his mouth, and every time the spiritual power was exhausted, he raised his head and inhaled a Gathering Spirit Pill.

But it is not a way to go on like this, as time passes, Fang Xiuran, who is about to run out of spiritual power when the Gathering Spirit Pill is empty, can't resist the sword after all, and the barrier is shattered.

A tingling pain came, and Fang Xiuran's Dao robe was torn apart in an instant, fluttering messily in the wind, countless wounds of all sizes appeared, and his body was also shocked back a few meters away, hitting a big tree before stopping.

"How's that, it's comfortable." Sick Demon Cultivator is friendly and caring.

"Oh, it's not enough to worry about."

A rust-like fishy smell rose in his mouth, and Fang Xiuran spit out the blood in his mouth and wiped off the few drops of blood left at the corners of his mouth.

With the help of the long sword, supporting the disabled body, the long sword trembled twice before supporting Fang Xiuran, and after standing up, he pointed the sword at the sick demon cultivator, and said disdainfully: "If you have any tricks, just use them!" ”

"I just like your backbone."

As soon as the sick demon cultivator raised his hand, the blood in the air returned to him, condensed on the broadsword, the broadsword turned into a huge bloody blade, and the rest turned into a blood-colored barrier, and if you looked closely, you could see the posture of blood flowing.

I saw that he was holding a blood blade in his hand, and in an instant, he broke through the surrounding barrier and rushed towards Fang Xiuran quickly, leaving only a red phantom.

"yes, I hope you like it later." Fang Xiuran was not afraid, smiled evilly, did not dodge, no longer blindly defensive, clenched the long sword with both hands, and met his attack head-on.

"The second form of the Void Sword Technique, Draw Shadow!"

It was too late to say that, as soon as the words fell, Fang Xiuran's figure split, and several identical Fang Xiuran appeared, holding their swords in unison, jumping up to the ground, and stabbing at the sick demon cultivator with a brush.

The sick demon cultivator was stunned, but quickly adjusted his state, locked on one of the figures, and slashed down with a huge blood blade.

I saw that Fang Xiuran was flustered, and he caught it directly with his sword, but he still couldn't resist the blood blade, and several Fang Xiuran around the sick demon cultivator also dissipated.

"Boom, boy, it looks like I won." He laughed wildly, slashing harder and harder, until Fang Xiuran fell from the air, and he laughed even more maniacally, "Hahaha, here comes the new toy!" ”

"It's good to have self-confidence."

Fang Xiuran's contemptuous voice came from behind him, he looked back in horror, and a messy figure appeared in front of him in an instant, along with the long sword that was wrapped in the unparalleled sword intent.

There was no time to dodge, the long sword pierced one of his eyes, and the intact eyes looked down in disbelief, and the rest of his eyes saw that Fang Xiuran's figure on the ground had become finely shattered, just like his heart of a light enemy.

To prevent the sick demon cultivator from dying, Fang Xiuran added another sword in disgust, and mocked with murder: "Heh, I said, you, you are not enough to worry about!" ”

It wasn't until the demon cultivator completely lost his breath that he stopped attacking and retrieved the long sword.

"I just tricked him into coming over for melee combat before, but I really thought I was invincible, but unfortunately I stained my flowing jade."

Fang Xiuran took out the handkerchief from the mustard seed bag and wiped the foul red on the white blade of the flowing jade one by one.

Liuyu is Fang Xiuran's natal sword, for a sword cultivator, the natal sword is the most important, but at this time, Fang Xiuran's natal sword was stained by the blood of a disgusting sick demon cultivator.

Seeing that the sick demon cultivator was already dead, Fang Xiuran's sword flew in the direction that Bai Rao left.

It's just that the moment he left, the corpse of the demon cultivator who had been pierced in the eye and heart gradually melted, turned into a pool of blood and merged with the ground, and finally disappeared......