The fourth son, Ji Ran

The rain didn't stop falling.

When you look closely, you will find that there are two lonely figures looking at each other in the rain, the breeze blows, and after everything is calm, these two figures have already turned into two sharp sword peaks and intertwined.

Brilliant light overflowed from the middle of the two, and colorful sword qi diffused everywhere, and the entire space seemed to be buried!

Blood and rain poured down, making the land dirty, as if even rain could not wash away the endless evils.

Ji Ran gasped heavily, his body stiffened because of the duel just now, and the sword in his hand stabbed straight into the opponent's body, but he was still sighing for the battle just now in his mind.

It was a very tragic confrontation, and if one of the two sides was distracted at all, death awaited him, blood spilling and rainwater pooling into a puddle in the ground. Looking at the twelve corpses around him, Ji Ran suddenly felt an inexplicable disgust, for him, who has always had the habit of not getting blood on his hands, there were too many people to kill this time!

In order to avenge the third brother, in the past six years, he has given up almost everything and has been planning without sleep. Now that dream is finally coming true!

The blade of the sword fluttered, the drizzle flew, and in the blink of an eye, a hundred moves had passed, and the bright blood continued to overflow from the two of them, adding a bit of charm to this protracted duel.

The rain is still falling.

Ji Ran and Chang Xiaofeng were both approaching the limit of their bodies, and they had already lost the strength to stab them, standing stiffly in the rain.

Ji Ran cheered up and didn't let his opponent fall first, because he knew that the first to fall would definitely die, but he had a reason not to die, and the two sharp sword weapons were stuck in each other's chests, but they were never able to go further.

The rain is getting heavier, and the blood and water in the ground are accumulating!

Ji Ran's stomach twitched suddenly, obviously his stomach couldn't stand it because he hadn't eaten water and rice for three days and three nights!

Chang Xiaofeng stared at Ji Ran coldly, like a bloodthirsty beast, he gathered all the strength of his body, stabbed the sword down suddenly, and pierced Ji Ran's chest at once, but the light in his eyes couldn't stop dissipating, and his face showed a trace of unwillingness, and then turned into a long relief, and he staggered to the ground, and he fell with Ji Ran, who had exhausted his strength.

Who's night rain and dark flying sound, condensing the frost and falling in the autumn city.

After lying in the rain for a long time, he opened his eyes with great difficulty, but it seemed that this opening had exhausted all his strength, and his body went soft as if he was about to faint again.

This is a tragic battle, as the sixth son of Zhangjian Xuan, he ambushed the person who killed the second brother Xu Nuanfeng 6 years ago, and the remnant of the Yin faction often laughed at Feng. But even in an ambush, in the face of Chang Xiaofeng, who had superb martial arts, and his carefully trained Thirteen Silver Wings, Ji Ran, the fourth prince with the best martial arts among the four swordsmen, was still left with twelve major injuries.

He gasped heavily, trying his best to recover his overdrawn physical strength, and only after half a cup of tea did Ji Ran struggle to get up and move forward step by step.

The breeze caressed, and the smell of blood in the air seemed to dissipate a lot.

Ji Ran stroked the sword that pierced his chest, but he didn't dare to move a bit, the sword had already penetrated the lobes of his lungs, as if he would feel a sharp pain with every breath. He glanced around again, and let out a long breath, "This should be the last one!" A small voice flowed from the corners of his mouth, revealing indescribable weakness. However, even so, Ji Ran's heart still felt an indescribable ease - after all, he was still alive!

The wounds all over his body were stinging Ji Ran's nerves at any time, and the blood flow was faster, if he didn't rush to the Medicine King Valley, I was afraid it would be too late!

He didn't have time to make sure that the people around him were dead, and now he had to take care of his own life first.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the wind blew so hard that he almost knocked down his sword again.

Ji Ran walked silently on the trail, but his steps gradually staggered! I don't know how long he walked, a hot pain suddenly rose from his chest, and the pain burned all over his body. The raindrops falling from the sky turned into illusions like living creatures!

Countless figures suddenly drifted through the rain, and familiar faces were smiling at him. "Brother Ji, hello, my name is Ruoxi, I'm from Southern Xinjiang!" Ji Ran smiled bitterly, is it Ruoxi! Isn't she supposed to be in the Moon Worship Sect, how could she come all the way to this Jiangnan? Could it be that she quarreled with the high priest again?

"Fourth brother, see clearly, the sword should be used like this!" What voice sounded in Ji Ran's ears again! It was the third brother, this voice was the third brother, was he not dead? Ji Ran stretched out his scarred hand, wanted to grab the person in front of him, and ran forward with all the strength of his body, but he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Are you going to die?

An emaciated figure appeared in Ji Ran's mind, and he couldn't stop muttering about the only person who could save him now!

Damn it, why hasn't Long Cheng's money-greedy kid come yet, I'm afraid he'll come to collect my body after a while!

He closed his eyes tiredly, and this was the last thought!