The female covenant and the embroidered female envoys were pressed against the wall, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead, where was Yin Shuiliu still in the mood to take care of them at this time.

Because the bloodshot from the foreign monarch was already full of eyes, his eyes were scarlet, and his mouth was chattering constantly, with the gloomy ghost face, it made people look as if they were not human beings.

The battle situation has already been tragic and abnormal.

Whether it is the lake of yin or the lake of less yin, they are all rapidly depleting, turning from lake scenery to streams, and gradually drying up.

The ink stone villain is possessed, and in just three times, he fell from the realm of the second true gate to the top of the heavenly veins, without the deterrence of the collapsed sword qi of "Zhenshan River", the power of the Taiyin battle array of hundreds of people of the Dai clan, how can Yin Shui Liu alone resist it, and all his senses are limited by the town, but fortunately, he has cultivated on the system boat with one heart and two purposes, and can switch the two minds to find all the senses that are fleeting in that moment.

A slight feeling of coolness on the back of the hand came.

Yin Shuiliu didn't need to look at it, and he knew that he couldn't avoid it, and he had been cut by Dai's heavy sword.

His right hand Xizhao Sword is the main attack on the "Yin Swordsmanship", and the left hand Changping Sword can no longer perform "Zhenshan River", and he chose the most defensive "Back Water" in the Yin Clan's secret arts.

Such a person with two swords, as if two people are one, is rare in the world of Shang Yin.

"Such a distraction, be careful of his left and right swords. ”

"His armor is too solid, take him to the door. ”

"Cut off his head. ”

"Break his wrist. ”

If there is no armor of Linshan City, even if there is the defense and defense of the two tricks of "Back Water", Yin Shuiliu will also cut the heavy sword of the Dai Taiyin people everywhere.

Bang.

The footsteps moved slightly, and the Changping Sword blocked the horizontal slashing of the three heavy swords, allowing the key points in the back of the head to be avoided, and the other heavy sword was already unavoidable, and the sword body containing the power of Taiyin slashed into the body, touching the armor and making a sharp piercing sound.

Yin Shuiliu's body shook slightly, and he didn't let the Moshi villain bear the damage on his behalf, Shaoyin evolved into countless small whirlpools in the stream, and when he was fighting hard, he decomposed this strength that could shock his internal organs into nothingness.

The light and darkness flickered in front of him, and the main attacking Xizhao Sword swung out sword shadows again and again, spurting warm human blood from time to time.

Dai Feng's mournful voice was screaming.

As early as thirty breaths ago, he had already injured the "deaf and blind" Yin Shui so much that he could no longer fight.

More than 500 Dai Taiyin surged in the alarm, Dai Yan's new house has been split into a fight, Yin Shui stood in the crowd, did not take half a step back, just like a stone in the wave, facing the power of Taiyin that was surging in all directions.

He doesn't move, and even if the Dai Taiyin people die, they won't retreat a single person.

It's a never-ending fight.

I don't know how many people I have killed, and I don't know how many bloody wounds there are on the back of my hand, Yin Shuiliu only knows that his two hands holding the sword are becoming more and more unstable, and the possessed Moshi villain has suffered dozens of injuries on his behalf and has fallen to the top of the heavenly vein, and the most serious injury is that Yin Shuiliu has been cut off his right ear and injured his cheek.

"Take some more lives to bury me with you!"

Bang on the ground.

The long flat short sword in his left hand almost slashed the heavy sword of the Dai clan's Taiyin, this unprecedented situation, even if Yin Shui didn't go to check the internal friction, he knew that he had reached the end of the strong crossbow.

Kill.

Kill some more.

The sunset sword stabbed a bloody hole in the blood in the eyes, and the Changping sword also abandoned the defense, but the ink stone villain was based on the fake sun-kissing secret book, and he couldn't perform the Yin swordsmanship, so he took the technique of "Liuhe" to complement it.

With such an all-out attack and defense, in just a few breaths, Yin Shuiliu's face door was in danger, he didn't care too much about his life, knowing that if he had a few more moments, he would be completely exhausted.

The line is broken, and the ghost face doesn't know when it fell.

There was a moment of silence on the bloody battlefield, who would have thought that the face behind the ghost face would be like this.

There are not many Taiyin elites left in the Dai clan, and there are still less than 100 ordinary Taiyin warriors, and they, like Yin Shuiliu, are all struggling to support the final victory and defeat.

A terrible sound came from afar.

A Dai Taiyin looked at it, and suddenly said in a trembling voice: "It's the Waijun!"

This is the last sentence he said in the world, Yin Shuiliu's sunset sword has penetrated his throat, and before anyone can spurt blood, the white sleeves of the foreign monarch have already fluttered like a flocculent, just like a blade, floating in front of a person, can take away a human life, how can the Taiyin of the Dai clan, who have fought so hard, block this kind of magic to resist qi.

"No matter how he treats me, I am not willing to hurt him in the slightest, how can you force him like this. ”

This is her wicked appearance.

At the time of killing, her veil had already been removed, revealing a face that overwhelmed all beings like Yin Shuiliu.

Yin Shuiliu stepped on the bloody water, staggering and not falling.

"You can't hurt me, my husband. ”

She was expressionless in the face of a wicked person, and her eyes showed a cold glow that made her life cold, and she stood in the blood without touching it, not wanting the dirty blood to stain the bottom of her shoes.

With a flick of his hand, the two swords in Yin Shuiliu's hand fell into blood at the same time.

"Why did you become like this?"

In just one sentence, the appearance of all living beings in the outer monarch has changed so much, and it has reached as many as three, if it weren't for Yin Shuiliu's too much understanding of "The Appearance of All Beings", I am afraid that none of them can be distinguished.

She, like him, is emotionally unstable at the moment, so that her self can't be maintained at all, and all kinds of life situations come one after another.

Yin Shuiliu only looked at her with scarlet eyes, stretched out his hand to her, and gritted his teeth: "Give me my son, one day, you will kill my son for "The Appearance of All Beings". ”

"Do you know that there are sons of flesh and blood between us?"

She floated a few steps closer, her expression was the same as Yin Shuiliu, close to a little out of control madness: "The man I met on the bank of the Lishui River is the heir of the Shang surname Yin, and he made a lifelong marriage contract with me that he will never leave, although I am the daughter of Qingqiu, I will only marry one person in my life, and my husband can only have one wife for me, how did you promise me at that time?"

Without waiting for Yin Shuiliu to answer, the madman of the foreign monarch retreated, and said in a cold and ruthless voice: "Less than a month after getting married, my husband coaxed my maid who I brought up since I was a child, eloped with her, and reneged on his oath to leave the water. ”

Yin Shuiliu looked at this woman who seemed to have a nightmare, and wiped the blood from her mouth: "I'm just the furnace Ding you found through your practice, and my cultivation was completely lost at that time, how can I not agree to you in your Divine Pattern Technique......"

"That's your whims, and I told you that day that if I didn't die, you wouldn't die. And you never believed in me or us. ”

We are for every aspect of her.

The grandfather lifted up the sleeves of her clothes, revealing dense tiny bloody holes, which made people unbearable to look at: "My husband and my maid have never returned, and every time I think of them, I will prick a needle in my body." ”