After the killing punch was blocked by Haotian Mirror, Sima Ling casually smashed the Eight Desolation Divine Knife that Zhuo Yuming had barely gathered his strength to slash.

The strong wind behind him came again, and it was Shu Jinran, who had been kicked before, who pounced again.

Although Shu Jinran was at the peak of the seventh grade, he was still suppressed everywhere against Sima Ling, who had been fighting for a long time, and was hit by two punches from the other party in an instant. A punch in the lower abdomen, a punch in the forehead, the girl's blood flowed, and a dusty white dress had already fallen a little red. After the punch was separated by Sima Ling again, another powerful whip swept around his waist, and Shu Jinran flew out directly and fell on Zhuo Yuming.

"It is also a beautiful thing to have the same fate and die together. ”

Sima Ling rubbed his forearm and walked slowly towards the two with a smile.

"Jinran, you go quickly, leave me alone, he's coming at me. ”

Zhuo Yuming gave a heavy punch in his heart, and was shocked by the transmission of the Haotian Mirror just now, at this time, the sea of qi was overturned, and it was difficult to condense a trace of spiritual power. Reluctantly supporting Shu Jinran, who was pressing on him, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he urged eagerly.

Shu Jinran stood up, glanced back at Zhuo Yuming, and reprimanded coldly: "What nonsense are you talking about." ”

The girl reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, spit out a mouthful of turbid breath in her abdomen, her eyes were cold, and she was firmly nailed to the body of the eight-rank martial artist opposite. The girl bowed slightly, her legs bent, one in front and one behind. The left arm hangs down to the side, and the right hand is clenched into a fist and hangs at the waist. This strange boxing fight, which was completely different from before, made Sima Ling stunned, and the momentum on this woman's martial artist suddenly changed drastically, and there was a faint trace of evil spirit. Sima Ling shook his head, expelled the distracting thoughts that suddenly appeared in his mind, and with a little step, the whole person rushed straight in.

Shu Jinran's waist was lower, his left hand was stretched forward, his right fist was pulled back, and his feet were nailed to the ground, like holding a gun.

With Sima Ling's fist blowing in his face, Shu Jinran exerted force with his legs, and the whole person suddenly pulled up and rushed forward, and his right fist went straight out.

The two exchanged punches again.

The girl in white flew out at a faster speed than she rushed forward, smashing a towering tree not far away, and blood spilled into the sky.

Sima Ling was hammered in the chest with a fist, and the whole person was like being hit by a bull, and he took more than ten steps back in a row to stabilize his body. A streak of blood ran down the corner of his mouth and dripped to the ground. The eight-rank martial artist who is good at concealing qi and has great lethal power looked stunned, the power of this woman's punch is more than twice as large as just now, and the fist intent is domineering and arrogant, tyrannical and abnormal. The cultivation of his divine artistic conception was not lightly injured under this punch, but he just changed his fist fight, and the fist intent and fist path were judged by two people, it seems that this woman was deliberately hiding before.

In the agitated dust in the distance, a white streamer shot out, and it was Shu Jinran, who got up, who flew up and punched again.

After the two of them disassembled three or four moves, Shu Jinran slashed at Sima Ling's shoulder from top to bottom. Sima Ling forcibly stopped the falling figure, grabbed Shu Jinran's ankle, and with a loud roar, he slammed the girl to the ground, and then kicked the girl in the waist. Shu Jinran crossed his arms, blocked this powerful flying kick, and took advantage of the momentum to fly. Adjusted his posture in mid-air, stepped on the ground with one foot, and rushed towards Sima Ling again.

Seeing that Shu Jinran was injured repeatedly, Zhuo Yu's eyes were about to split, and he desperately condensed a spiritual power and pointed it on the jade pen in his arms.

"Jinran!"

With a loud shout, Zhuo Yuming shook his hand and flew out of a talisman.

The talisman burned in the air instantly, and the aura was great, and the posture of the dragon transformed by the eight spiritual powers swayed, and it rushed straight to Sima Ling.

Sima Ling was suddenly shocked when he encountered this strange talisman method, and sensed the power of the eight dragons, but after that, his heart was settled, and he hammered all the eight dragons between his three fists and two feet. The fierce fist wind tore the dragon apart and turned it into an aura that floated into the air.

Looking back, the man and woman were gone.

Sima Ling, who knew the plan, snorted coldly and flew away to chase after him.

Just when Zhuo Yuming threw out the Eight Dragons Trigger Formation Talisman before, Shu Jinran used the last remaining Divine Speed Talisman. After the talisman was triggered, Shu Jinran quickly retreated, put Zhuo Yuming, who had collapsed to the ground, on his shoulder, and rushed towards the direction of Xiyuguo.

"Don't worry, I can't die. This place is not far from Huiying City in Xiyu Kingdom, as long as you rush to Huiying City, it will be safe, you have the blessing of the Divine Speed Talisman, that person should be difficult to catch up with for a while. ”

Zhuo Yuming lay on Shu Jinran's shoulder, his tone was weak, but there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the face of the divine artistic conception martial artist, she chose to fight to the death and not retreat, it turned out that she cared so much about me in her heart.

Shu Jinran just buried her head and ran wildly, hanging in her chest with a breath of true qi, not daring to speak, for fear that if she leaked the slightest true qi, her body would stagnate. As for Zhuo Yuming's statement that she would sit back and relax when she arrived in Huiying City, she didn't know why. Could it be that Zhuo Yuming has any friends in Huiying City who can stop this eight-rank martial artist, not to mention whether he can take him to Tiandu Mountain to seek refuge in Sui Jin, just because of the severity of his injuries, if he can't be treated and recuperated in time, I'm afraid that he won't need to use that martial artist to make a move, and he will die halfway before he arrives at Tiandu Mountain.

After about half a pillar of incense, the towering city in front of it was already faintly visible.

Although he had the blessing of the Divine Speed Talisman, Shu Jinran, who had been punched by Sima Ling several times before, was also seriously injured, and after some running, the true qi in his body gradually weakened, and the speed under his feet gradually slowed down. However, the qi machine behind her kept biting on herself, and Shu Jinran knew that she was afraid that when she arrived at the city gate, the person behind her would catch up with her. It's a pity that Zhuo Yuming was too seriously injured and couldn't move, otherwise he would have been able to escape to the city if he stayed behind to block the enemy.

Shu Jinran clenched her silver teeth, fought hard and ran wildly.

"Hahaha, little girl, you are carrying a person on your back, and you can't run away. ”

Sensing that the qi of the two people in front of him was getting weaker and weaker, and the speed was also slow, Sima Ling laughed loudly, deliberately drumming up his true qi so that the two of them could hear it, wanting to put more psychological pressure on the woman in white.

Just when Sima Ling was holding the victory and was proud in his heart, suddenly the alarm bell sounded in his heart, and a breath of death enveloped his heart.

I saw a clear sword light suddenly appear from the high sky in the distance, and the splendor of the sword light even overshadowed the brilliance of the scorching sun, which made people can't help but cover their eyes.

The sword light that was obviously impressive disappeared in a flash, and it slashed directly at Sima Ling's body.

Sima Ling still maintained a forward posture and ran four or five feet away. Immediately afterwards, a blood line appeared, and the whole person was divided into two and fell to the ground.

The dignified eight-rank martial artist, under this sword light, didn't even have the kung fu to dodge, and in the blink of an eye, he was split in half by a sword from the center of his eyebrows.

A figure in Tsing Yi stood in front of Shu Jinran as if he appeared out of thin air, smiling.

Shu Jinran saw the person who came clearly, and her heart was settled, and the breath of true qi that was hanging bitterly in her stomach instantly poured out for thousands of miles.

Sword Master, Ling Ruoxu.