Lang Yuan used a sword with all his strength, but he couldn't seriously injure Duanmu Aragaki, his heart couldn't help but sink, he originally thought that he was far inferior to Duanmu Long, but killing his son should always be an easy thing, but he didn't expect that although Duanmu Aragaki was defeated by him, he didn't have much damage, but took advantage of the moment he was stunned and ran to Duanmu Long's side.

All the confidence is gone, looking at Duanmu Long's cold eyes at the moment, Lang Yuan's heart is tight, his scalp is numb, and his whole body is cold, he is almost about to kneel down and beg for the other party's forgiveness, fortunately, a trace of clarity in his mind can still make him know clearly that in the face of Duanmu Long, at this moment, no matter how he throws away his face, it is useless, Lang Yuan swallowed his saliva, only to feel that his mouth was dry and bitter, he grabbed the sword in his hand hard, and the sword seemed to have become much heavier than usual.

A "crackling" sound came from Duanmu Long's body, dense as rain, loud as a firecracker, seeing his body become taller and burly, his clothes became smaller, revealing his forearms and calves, and the sword in his hand flashed with a bright and cold light.

The change was only completed in a breath, and then Duanmu Long rose up, slashing down from above with a sword, and when he rushed forward, a pair of cold eyes were still staring at Lang Yuan.

Where did Lang Yuan dare to take his sword, he hurriedly dodged to the right, he didn't wait to stand firm, he tried to jump back on his legs to widen the distance with Duanmulong, but his feet just left the ground, and the elbow of his left arm was like a cold wind, cool, and then the heart-piercing pain spread from his left elbow all over his body, he knew that his left forearm had been cut off, and a backward movement could not be completed, Lang Yuan knelt and fell on the jagged rocky ground, holding the sword on the ground with his right hand, his hand was cut by the edges and corners of the stone, but he couldn't care about the pain in his knee and arm, because the other sword stabbed by Duanmu Dragon brought him greater fear, and it was too late to dodge, Lang Yuan can only struggle to start Duanmu Long's sword, I don't know if it's because of the injury in the front, in Lang Yuan's opinion, his moves are so slow in front of Duanmu Long's attack, he saw that Duanmu Long's sword edge has reached his right chest, his sword is on the opponent's sword, his grid is useful in the end, but it is only a little bit of Duanmu Long's sword grid, although he avoided the vital point of his right chest, but Duanmu Long's sword also pierced his right shoulder socket.

Lang Yuan had never fought with someone who knew how to use sword qi, and naturally he had never experienced what it would be like to be injured by sword qi, but at this moment he felt it, although it was only for a moment, but he had already felt the cold.

When Lang Yuan saw that the tip of Duanmu Long's sword was still two inches away from him, his clothes were torn apart by the sword qi, and at the same time, his skin and flesh were cut, which was enough to see the solidification of Duanmu Long's sword qi, because just like the arrow that was shot, the faster the speed of the arrow, the less return wind the arrow brought when it broke through the air, Duanmu Long's sword was naturally very fast, and the fast Lang Yuan couldn't stop his sword, and the sword qi didn't have much loss from the sword blade's breaking through the air, which can only be explained by the deep luck of Duanmu Long, like Lang Yuan was still just reaching the point where the qi followed the sword, and there was still a considerable distance from the situation where the qi was in the sword first, of course, he had no chance。

"Ahh

Duanmu Long's face was expressionless, but a pair of bright eyes were shining with excitement, he put the sword across his chest, the blood on the sword body actually flowed from the sword, as he lowered the tip of the sword, the blood slowly gathered at the tip of the sword, the rest of the Lang family was almost cleaned up by Fu Haodong, Lang Lingxiong has been captured by Fu Siyun, it is the four people in the Wan family, who are being played by Fu Haodong like a cat and mouse at the moment, Fu Haodong is trying to find out the cooperation of these four people.

As the drop of blood dripped from the sword to the ground and seeped into the soil, Duanmu Long flew forward and stabbed straight at Lang Yuan's throat, in Duanmu Long's view, the throat is the most interesting position in the human body, you must stab accurately, otherwise it is not fatal, if it pierces the artery and is splashed with blood, it is very bad, the head and heart, he never considers, because although these two places are fatal, they can't make the enemy feel much pain, what he wants to see most is the painful expression when the enemy dies after being stabbed in the throat, it is difficult to breathe, he cherishes his way of dealing with it, so the opponent must have certain qualifications, and he also thinks that no matter how interesting a thing is, Do it too many times, it will detract from the fun, he hasn't killed people like this in recent years, because too few people don't open their eyes to offend them Jade Sword Villa, and even fewer people will touch his moldy head, he has been holding back for a long time, and today finally came the opportunity, so he decided to feel the pleasure and enjoyment that he hadn't felt for many years at this moment.

"Little Dragon—" Before the end of the snort, Duanmu Long's sword had already stabbed the target.

Lang Yuan grabbed Duanmu Long's sword, he didn't dare to let Duanmu Long pull out the sword, he still begged, he didn't know that Duanmu Long didn't plan to pull the sword out of his throat in the first place, Duanmu Long still had to appreciate his death!