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"Brother Yu!" Donghuang dragged his seriously injured body, passed his hands under Lu Keyu's armpits, and suppressed Lu Keyu who was already crazy.

"Whew!" Lu Keyu roared again and again, his eyes were dark, regardless of the injury, even if there was Donghuang Yan standing behind him, he just kept kicking with instinct, struggling to get rid of Donghuang Yan's clamps.

"Brother Yu, wake up!" Donghuang Xuan was already seriously injured, and under Lu Keyu's struggle, he was already crumbling, however, he also knew that if Lu Keyu didn't want to wake up at this moment, I am afraid that Lu Keyu would really become a monster beast that would only live by instinct!

"Brother Yu, wake up quickly, you can't be lost any longer!" Dong Huang Xuan clearly sensed that his state was getting weaker and weaker, and under Lu Keyu's desperate struggle, his body was traumatized again, and he would withdraw his hand and fall down at any time, so he shouted very hurriedly: "Do you still remember what you said when you first sparred! You must stick to your heart and follow your original intention! How can you fall into the devil's path for a small enemy! Wake up!"

However, Lu Keyu turned a deaf ear, and his mad face was still extremely hideous, and he roared in a low voice, and struggled again and again.

"Brother Yu!" Feeling exhausted, Donghuang Xuan was unable to restrain Lu Keyu anymore, and in Lu Keyu's shake, his hands finally let go, and at this moment, he shouted Lu Keyu's name hoarsely.

Poof!

In the dark, he seemed to hear the hoarse shout of the Eastern Emperor, and it seemed that a person who had been in the dark for a long time suddenly encountered a ray of light, Lu Keyu's heart beat suddenly, his body stagnated, his eyes flickered and returned to a trace of clarity, and the Lingtai knew the sea a little clear.

The madness came and went quickly, and Lu Keyu, who had regained his clarity, looked around blankly, and everywhere he saw was broken walls and ruins, a mess.

"Brother Yu, cough, cough!" Dong Huang shouted weakly, interspersed with a few coughs.

"Brother Yan, what's wrong with you? What's going on?, what about that person?" Lu Keyu followed the sound and was surprised to see that Donghuang was like a bloody man, ignoring his injuries, and hurriedly reached out to help.

"Sizzle~!" However, when Lu Keyu's hands touched Donghuang Xuan, the pain in his heart made Lu Keyu take a few cold breaths.

"I'm fine!" Donghuang reached out and put his hand on Lu Keyu's shoulder and slowly stood up. The matter is over, there is no need to say anything more, Donghuang Xuan did not say anything about Lu Keyu's madness just now.

The two supported each other and walked to the top step by step.

Just when the three of Donghuang Yan were fighting on the fourth floor, in the passage on the seventh floor, the Night King took out the bronze umbrella he carried with him, and quickly attacked Jiang Xiaofan.

Jiang Xiaofan was shocked in his heart, and when he sensed the thunderous momentum of the Night King, he naturally reflexively swung his sword and blocked it on his waist.

Clang!

The sword umbrella roared, accompanied by a loud noise, and a figure smashed through the guardrail like a comet and fell into the central lobby on the sixth floor, it was Jiang Xiaofan!

Brush!

Before Jiang Xiaofan could gain a firm foothold, the figure of the Night King jumped from the passage to Jiang Xiaofan, and the bronze umbrella smashed down on his head, as if the army was infinitely powerful!

Jiang Xiaofan raised his sword to block.

Table tennis!

Jiang Xiaofan's body sank, and in an instant, his right hand was supported by the back of the sword, and his hands were forced, barely holding on, not letting the copper umbrella fall.

The tiger roared lightly, Jiang Xiaofan's body trembled, and at this moment, Jiang Xiaofan only felt as if he was being pressed by a mountain.

"Oh, I resisted the old man's attack!" The corner of the night king Miao Fengxian sneered, and the strength of his hand was strengthened again, and suddenly the muscles were convex, and the force of tens of thousands of jun was suddenly pressed down.

The bones creaked, and the muscles screamed. Neither the ** nor the spirit can be relaxed, otherwise it will be defeated in an instant! Is this still the normal strength of the peak of Jindan? Why does Benjun feel that he has encountered a monster? I am afraid that such a power has the power of two dragons! (The power of one dragon is the strength of 100,000 jun, and the strength of the fairy world is generally based on the power of the dragon.) ）

No, you can't keep your hands anymore! Otherwise, this gentleman will really have to fold here!

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaofan no longer hid his strength, the spiritual power of the three hundred and sixty meridians was all running, and the momentum of his whole body suddenly soared, and he stomped on his feet, and stomped several wooden planks and blasted towards the Night King.

The Night King's eyes were quick, and with a wave of his hand, all the planks shattered.

Seeing the opportunity, Jiang Xiaofan's body sank, and he kicked the Night King with a slam kick.

The Night King rolled back, his body steady, and his majestic face revealed a hint of surprise.

Huh? He and I are the same? Huangfu Shenwei, who was sitting leisurely on the guardrail, noticed a hint of familiarity, and he began to look at Jiang Xiaofan with a whistling grace.

"Oops?!Isn't this the same guy I kicked off the drain pipe before? yes, he can hold on to the Night King for 10 seconds, and he can fight back. LITTLE BROTHER, I'M OPTIMISTIC ABOUT YOU! I CAN'T HELP BUT CALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT!"

"Shenwei! don't gloat at you, kid! After you get rid of this ant, you'll be next!"

Jiang Xiaofan looked at the Huangfu Shenwei solemnly, the sense of danger given to him by the person in front of him was still above the Night King, although this person was smiling, but if he underestimated him, the person who suffered would only be himself.

"Die, little ghost!" the Night King leaped with a fierce look at his bronze umbrella, slashing his head, and the mighty wind tore through the air, erupting in a roar.

Sensing the fierce aura, Jiang Xiaofan wisely chose to avoid its edge, cast a star shift, and flashed behind the Night King in an instant, a sword swung out, the sword was like a half moon, and the endless sword intent roared, surging towards the Night King.

Swish!

The Night King seems to have eyes behind him, and his moves change instantly before he gets old, and he holds the true intent of endless martial arts behind the copper umbrella in his hand.

An umbrella and a sword collided, and the two people in mid-air fell.

As soon as Jiang Xiaofan landed, he cast a star shift, and in an instant, he came to the Night King, and the Tiger Roaring Sword stabbed into the Night King's chest with the momentum of thunder.

"It's a bit interesting!But it's too slow!" the Night King smiled hideously, flashed sideways, and slashed the copper umbrella diagonally towards Jiang Xiaofan's waist.

Jiang Xiaofan was not afraid of danger, cast a star shift, and flashed to the side in an instant.

However, no matter how fast Jiang Xiaofan was, the Night King's figure flashed, locked Jiang Xiaofan's qi, and appeared behind Jiang Xiaofan in the blink of an eye, the copper umbrella stabbed straight through, cutting through the void like a tiger roaring and a dragon's groan, and the copper umbrella infused with the power of the two dragons was like a giant mountain, stabbing Jiang Xiaofan's back fiercely!

Poof! Jiang Xiaofan suddenly felt his blood and qi surging, although he knew the point of the tip of the copper umbrella with his divine sense, and had concentrated his whole body's spiritual power to defend that place, the huge impact still shook him straight forward, and blood spurted from his mouth.

Bang! Jiang Xiaofan hit the wall directly, and suddenly sawdust and gravel flew and dust flew, and the whole person was buried in the broken wood and dust.

！！

Just as Jiang Xiaofan got up and turned around, he suddenly saw the Night King appear in front of him like a ghost!

Before Jiang Xiaofan could make any moves, the Night King made a bold move, and the Kwai fan slammed his big hand on Jiang Xiaofan's head, directly pressing him into the wooden wall.

"Oh, oops, am you going to lose? Is it me who thinks highly of him? It's boring!" said Huangfu Shenwei, who was smiling and watching the two fight.

"Little Brother Fan!" shouted Qingming, who had witnessed all this in the passage on the seventh floor.

(End of chapter)

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