Just when Zhou Chumo relaxed his vigilance, the blue mist gradually dissipated, but he found that a figure suddenly attacked, pointing at Zhou Chumo's forehead, which seemed to be so lightly, but it was condensed with power throughout the whole body.

Zhou Chumo fell back along the power of this finger, she felt that her hair hurt, as if it was shaking violently, she looked at the sky with a confused look, and fell to the ground with a "boom", blood came out of her forehead, and she was dripping, but Zhou Chumo had a strong physique and did not die.

A little red lips moved, as if to say something, but blood slowly flowed from the corners of the mouth, from the corners of the mouth to the chin, as if the injury was very serious.

Ling Beiyan glanced at her, and seemed to be able to understand what was in her eyes, after all, they were all going to kill Ling Yufan, and there was a faint resonance for a while.

"Kill. ”

Ling Beiyan shouted, alarming the sound of heaven and earth, and the aura in his palm condensed into a long sword, the blue light, tightly holding the hilt of the sword, swinging a few arcs, there is a great potential to slaughter the gods,

His steps were steady and powerful, and the killing intent completely covered his whole body, and now he was only trying to kill the person in front of him, and all the things in his body were put down, just to kill one person.

Ling Yufan coughed a few times, but he was not very comfortable, his clothes were ragged and shabby, and every broken shirt was stained with blood.

Seeing Ling Beiyan in front of him, his eyes slowly became calmer, he had already realized something, and he should be meticulous in doing things, not dragging mud and water, grinding and grinding.

In this case, this battle cannot be avoided, so let's fight.

The aura on his body was swirling, and the aura between his palms condensed his favorite weapon, which was also a sword, but his sword was scarred, and the scars were all over the place, like a pile of fragments.

But it is still not broken, it is still a weapon, this is the reason why Ling Yufan likes it, indomitable, he named it "Injury." ”

This weapon is nothing more than the condensation of his aura, and it is far from being comparable to his real one.

Running through the aura, the 'wounded' sword seemed to have spirituality, not only would each wound not heal, but would also continue to exude aura, although the degree of beauty had increased a lot, but it required Ling Yufan to control more aura, and the degree of consumption of aura was simply terrifying.

However, Ling Yufan still likes it, although it consumes a lot of money, it doesn't care, as he said, there is no perfect thing, only the beauty in disguise.

The two of them looked at each other, and didn't say anything, because it was useless to say more, and at the same time waved the long sword in their hands, there was a "buzz", the sound of the two long swords colliding, the two were almost facing each other, Ling Yufan evoked a smile,

To be honest, he wants to compare with him, from childhood to adulthood, his eldest brother in front of him simply looks down on him, although he is polite on the surface, but secretly he continues to make things bad, once provoked the relationship between his father and him, and he is also smart and safe to spend so many years.

And Ling Beiyan's face is not good-looking, the brother who was once considered a waste by him, but now he can snatch everything from him and compete with him, what is the reason?

Ling Beiyan was not to be left behind, the sword suddenly turned along his wrist, not only dodging Ling Yufan's sword, but also the sword had already slashed in a strange arc in front of Ling Yufan's eyes.

Ling Yufan changed his position and dodged, the sword changed direction to resist his blow, "When..." repelled Ling Beiyan, and similarly, Ling Yufan also retreated a few steps,

"Shocking. ”

Ling Beiyan shouted, the blue light of the sword in his hand suddenly lit up, Ling Beiyan held the sword, and the faint sound of the lion's roar seemed to come from ancient times, the sound was deafening, earth-shattering, and the waves generated by the sound were transmitted in all directions in circles.

"Roar... Roar..."

Ling Beiyan's sword was out of control, and directly followed the sound wave of the sound, rotating into a rotation, and flew up and down.

Ling Yufan was originally suffering from a headache from being noisy in his ears, but the sudden arrival of a sword made Ling Yufan's back cold, but instead he concentrated,

Forcefully swung out the "wounded" sword, this sword was poured into Ling Yufan's aura, like a dark soldier in hell, full of anger, with a kind of Shura killing intention.

"Bang" blocked the sword, the sword flew out into the air, disappeared, this block, Ling Yufan's mouth hurt, scratched the skin, and some blood came out, and the sword in Ling Yufan's hand also fell to the ground abruptly and disappeared.

After all, this is just a sword transformed by aura.

Ling Beiyan's face was ugly, and he couldn't help but spew blood, although he was not in control of the sword just now, but the sword was like him, and it was also injured on his body,

"Lonely Cold,"

Suddenly, a beautiful figure, Zhou Chumo actually stood up, his eyes were tight, and he felt that the air was suddenly cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, the airflow gradually solidified, and the white fog was blurry, but in the white fog were small pieces of ice slag,

The sharp ice spikes, dragging with the fog, slowly slashed one trail after another on Ling Yufan's body, and the blood flowed horribly

"Whew"

The sound of flapping wings, as if the fierce * spreading its wings was about to fly, the white mist was fluttered everywhere and dispersed, and the figure was still standing upright.

The figure of a huge blackbird behind him, looking at the two people in front of him viciously, flapped his wings and flew to the sky, as if he was just a passerby.

The blood on Zhou Chumo's forehead has coagulated, the blood has flowed to the center of his eyebrows, and it looks like a little mark from a distance, and Zhou Chumo is also uncomfortable at this moment, but he didn't expect to kill him.

Ling Beiyan was even more powerless, he didn't know what to say, he united with Zhou Chumo but he was still no match for Ling Yufan, saying that he was a waste, I was afraid that it was himself, it was really difficult for him to introduce the scene in front of him.

There was a look of despair in the eyes of the two people, but they didn't expect that the two of them were still not his opponents when they joined forces, the way of heaven is unfair!

I really didn't expect that the two of them would still be able to defeat Ling Yufan in front of them with the strength of two tigers.

In fact, it is not, the aura in Ling Yufan's body is not enough now, it seems that Ling Yufan's injuries are not serious, but in fact, all of them are internal injuries, Ling Yufan doesn't even dare to move his body now, for fear of accidentally affecting the injuries on his body.

Ling Yufan's face turned pale: "What's the matter?"

His eyes were cold and piercing at the two people, but no one looked at him. I'm afraid he will see the fear in his heart.

Now no one speaks, but it seems silent and deserted, but it matches the weather,

I saw that the sky was gradually getting colder, and the dark clouds didn't know where they came from, with a few voices of "boom" of the heavens' anger,

It seemed that it was going to rain, but the people in front of me were still staying here, and they had no intention of going to shelter from the rain.