Poof!

On the umbrella surface of the sky-patterned silver umbrella, the silhouette of a fist suddenly raised on Jian Chen's side. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This fist burst through the surface of the umbrella made of real silver by about two inches, and when it was about to hit the tip of Jian Chen's nose, it finally couldn't resist the rebound force from the tightly tightened umbrella surface, as if it was compressed to the extreme of a spring, and suddenly bounced back.

The tip of Jian Chen's nose secreted a drop of cold sweat.

Situ Wushuang's fist came so fast!

The shock was only in his heart, but his movements did not stop, after blocking a punch, the Tianwen silver umbrella suddenly retracted, Jian Chen's hand holding the stick rushed forward, and the silver spear came out from the retracted stick end, and stabbed with the fist route that Situ Wushuang rebounded back.

Whoa!

This shot was still only stabbed on the mountain wall, Situ Wushuang's body was not slow, and it was hidden in the dark, and Jian Chen, who couldn't find the right head at all, suddenly had a headache.

"Draw your sword!"

In the darkness, Situ Wushuang's voice came ethereally, "The fierce light of bleeding will definitely reflect my figure in detail." ”

"As long as you draw your sword, you still have a chance!"

When the sound kept coming, Jian Chen only felt that there was wind on the side, and at this moment the Qianfeng Silver Spear was still retracting, and before he could think about it, his arm bent and hit it with a hard elbow.

Whew!

This collision was completely empty, but because of the excessive force, the body was unstable, and he was crooked by half a step.

As he stabilized his body, he was surprised to see that there was nothing in the darkness, and a fist suddenly enlarged.

This punch came suddenly, and when he was unstable, he tried to block it again, and the fist was already in front of him.

Bang!

A strong punch hit Jian Chen's forehead head-on.

Even with the protection of chaotic internal force, this punch made his eyes pop up with gold stars, and his head involuntarily tilted.

The throat was exposed to darkness on this lean.

Brush-!

A little cold mang, immediately after, the target is Jian Chen's flawed throat, if this cold mang, if it hits it solidly, the throat will definitely be shattered!

Fortunately, the defense power of Xuan Ming Jue can be called the first in the world, although Jian Chen was hit by a heavy punch in his head at this moment, but under the timely offset of the chaotic internal force, although his head was tilted up, the fist power was not in the brain, and his judgment was still there.

Although he was not shocked at the moment, his head was tilted back, his feet slipped, and his waist made a kung fu of an iron plate bridge, and the speed of his backswing suddenly increased greatly, and he could be able to widen the distance between his throat and the cold mang.

It was with this little cushion that the right hand of the body that was almost flat was obliquely fingered, and I saw his wrist flip, and the shortest weapon that Qian Feng could change, the Falling Dust Drill, was already in the sharp rotation sound, and was just pointing towards that little bit of coldness.

Squeak squeak!

Before the dust drilled, it was empty, and the cold glow suddenly disappeared like when it suddenly appeared.

Qiang!

Jian Chen's movements were also fast, and at the same time as the falling dust drill was thrown backwards, the Qianfeng silver spear had already fallen to the ground, supporting his body and not falling directly to the ground.

Fighting against that Situ Wushuang, the movement of the body will always be faster than the speed of thinking, and the body will be stable, Jian Chen suddenly jumped up in the air with the support of the silver spear, his body was horizontal in the air, and his feet spun and kicked in a full circle, kicking all the attack angles of Situ Wushuang next.

"Boy, I said ......"

The chain legs were still useless, and Situ Wushuang's voice was still in the void of indistinguishable directions, coming from all directions, and said lightly: "If you don't draw your sword, you will die!"

A black shadow suddenly appeared from beneath his mid-air body, and kicked the ground with a sweeping leg on the silver spear that was supported on the ground.

Bang!

The dirt floor in the dark passage was already soft, and when he kicked it, the tip of the spear was forced outward, and the upside-down silver spear immediately hit horizontally, and only the body of Jian Chen, who was lying in the air with the body of the spear, was crooked, and he saw that he was about to fall to the ground.

Smack!

In the crisis, his left hand was wiped to his waist, and the blood-draining sword and sword sheath were raised to the ground a little, and his body borrowed strength to rise again.

The body twisted vigorously in mid-air, and the horizontal Qianfeng Silver Spear just took advantage of this twisting force to dance diagonally downward in a semicircle, but it danced in the air again.

The black shadow that swept the hall was long gone.

Boom, his feet fell to the ground, and Jian Chen's back was soaked with cold sweat.

Since he practiced martial arts, he has never had such a scene of such a moment of aggrievedness.

It's not that he hasn't met a person who is good at light work, and he has never encountered such an invisible and untouchable enemy.

In his senses, he felt as if he was a fool, hitting back and forth, all as if he was fighting with the air, and every force blasted out could not be answered, and the more he hit, the more he was upset.

Situ Wushuang, who was trapped in the dark, took advantage of the time and place, and if he wanted to fight him, he had to find his traces first.

But with just a few torches, for Situ Wushuang, who can make people infinitely ignore him even in broad daylight, the light he can emit is really not enough.

Could it really be that you have to pull out the bloody sword as he said to have the strength to fight?

Thinking of the day when Meng Haoran pulled out the blood-draining sword, the red light condensed by the peerless fierce light, if it was placed in the narrow dark passage at this moment, it would be like a round of blood light and blazing sun, no matter where he hid, there would be nothing to hide.

But...... Does he dare to draw his sword?

Qian Feng was stuck upside down on the ground in the shape of a silver spear, Jian Chen's right hand had already touched the hilt of the Blood-Draining Sword, and his palm trembled violently, and he pulled it out twice, but he didn't even pull out a trace of red light.

"Yes, that's it!"

Situ Wushuang didn't know what kind of kung fu he had practiced, in this dim dark passage, his eyes were extremely sharp, Jian Chen's movements fell in his eyes, and when he spoke, there was a trace of excitement.

"Draw your sword, you can only defeat me if you pull out the blood!"

His voice was demonic, as if he was seducing an ignorant child with a toy in his hand, and he lured Jian Chen step by step to pull out the Blood-Draining Sword, as if he hadn't thought about it at all, if the Blood-Draining Sword came out, the first person to deal with was him!

Jian Chen clenched his teeth, the green tendons on his forehead jumped and jumped, and he was enduring strong discomfort, his right hand holding on the hilt of the blood-draining sword suddenly tightened and loosened, obviously the battle between heaven and man was fierce in his heart.

Behind him, although Hua Xiangrong couldn't see Jian Chen's face, she could only see from his trembling body that Jian Chen's situation at the moment was extremely bad.

In addition to worrying about Jian Chen, Hua Xiangrong was also more worried about another thing.

That is, Situ Wushuang.

Why did he repeatedly lure Jian Chen to draw his sword?

Hua Xiangrong suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness in her heart, and the woman's intuition told her that if Jian Chen really pulled out the Blood-Draining Sword, something extremely terrible would definitely happen.

This sword cannot be drawn!

After Situ Wushuang appeared, Hua Xiangrong's pretty face, which had been hesitant and helpless, suddenly became extremely determined.

At this critical moment, she finally made a decision!