The wind whined, and the shadow of the sword with a faint white light was approaching, and the surrounding space seemed to freeze slowly. The woman raised her head and looked at the sword that had been slashed from the sky, motionless. Yin Fan frowned slightly, but he had to send the arrow on the string, gritted his teeth, clenched his hands, and the Xuantian sword shadow fell like thunder!

Suddenly, there was a ghostly cry in the abyss from the depths of the mass grave, and a black light came first, hitting Yin Fan's chest in a shocked gaze. Yin Fan's eyes were black, he couldn't see the things around him clearly, he could only feel that he was flying in the air, a sharp pain first reached his lungs and then his whole body, hot air came out of his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Immediately after that, the whole body loses strength. The red light of the blood talisman in his left hand flashed, turning into pieces of light and dissipating, and the Xuantian Sword Shadow in his right hand disappeared without a trace.

"Boom"

After he smashed several dead trees in a row, his body rolled on the ground a few times, and finally hit a boulder, making a "bang" sound before stopping.

He turned over weakly and opened his eyes slightly, but he felt that his mind was dizzy, the world was spinning, his mouth was hot, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood. With all his strength, he struggled to raise his head and look at the woman. In the last blurred moment of his vision, he saw something that suddenly appeared and knocked him flying.

The upper body formed by a wooden stick and stitched together with black threads, and the black hair sparsely planted on the scalp. He stood there, head down, eyes squinted, motionless.

In the dry woods shrouded in moonlight, beside the mass graves of the dead, there was a shuttle sound, and the upper half of the woman's body crawled, and the lower half of her body staggered to her feet, staggering step by step towards her upper body.

The two bodies climb on each other, entangle each other, and merge back into one. Even her dirty-looking clothes were silently connected to each other. The woman raised the bell in her hand to her eyes and shook it, although the bell was still crisp, but the breathtaking power had diminished a lot.

The face hiding behind the veil didn't know what kind of expression it was, and she tilted her head slightly, looking a little helpless. She seemed to have an idea, and waved her hand, pointing at the more than a hundred people who had already fallen.

The strange man tilted his head up and jumped at them. He stopped halfway through, turned his head to look at Yin Fan, who was lying more than ten zhang away, lying under the stone, his expression was cold, but a trace of doubt flashed in the depths of his pupils. He jumped again and came to the nearest man.

He is a young man who wears a pair of bottoms and pants all over his body, and his thick and strong muscles make people feel very powerful. The man stopped in front of him, starting from the belly button of the abdomen, and the flesh was divided into four pieces and rolled out, revealing a wriggling throat-like flesh and hole inside. Slowly, a slightly transparent hand like a baby stretched out from the depths of the flesh and hole, rising longer and longer, reaching out to the young man's heart, and each slender finger stretched and bent it, violently straightening and poking straight in.

With a "thud", the young man woke up from his coma, wailing bitterly, and his whole body spasmed like a menstrual convulsion. The slender hand stirred in his body, and when he pulled it out, a heart that was still beating was dragged out. The man's eyes were cold, his face was still expression, and his small hands forcibly tore his heart off his body, and he held it in his hand like this.

He turned, took the heart in his hand, and walked towards the woman beating. The body of the young man whose heart had been gouged out throbbed from time to time throbbed there, his eyes rolling like a dead fish, but in a moment, he lay down in a pool of blood, motionless.

The woman took the heart from the man's hand, held it in her hand, and put it in front of her eyes, her gaze seemed to look through the veil and observe the heart for a long time. She raised the bell in her right hand again, put it on her heart and shook it, and a tinkling sound sounded, and a gloomy white light with a greenish glow spread from the bell. Plumes of white smoke began to float out of the heart and into the bell.

Slowly, the color of the bell began to turn pale red. The heart gradually dried up under the absorption of the bell, and finally shrunk to one-fifth of its original size. Until her heart was completely shriveled, she threw it into the pile of corpses beside her.

The man turned and came into the crowd again, and pulled out a second heart for the woman to take. This cycle repeatedly, and by the time of the fourth person, the light of the bell became vivid, as if it were about to shed blood. The surrounding space was illuminated by this bloody light, and a murderous and bloody atmosphere faintly appeared around it. The light shone brighter and brighter, and from a distance, it looked as if a blood-red fire had burned here.

The light gradually shone on Yin Fan, inch by inch, foot by foot, and foot by foot, until Yin Fan was completely covered. Under the cover of blood light, the wounds on Yin Fan's body, which had been slowly compounding, suddenly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the end, they had recovered exactly like a normal person.

He moved his fingers slightly, then his arm, and then his whole body trembled. The man who was about to take the heart of the fifth person suddenly stopped and looked at Yin Fan, although his face was expressionless, he suddenly turned around and jumped towards Yin Fan.

Wow, wow, wow......

Suddenly, Yin Fan's whole body was shocked, and he suddenly raised his head, only to see that his eyes were blood-red, he gritted his teeth, and the green tendons on his neck burst out. He slapped his hands on the ground, his body shot out like an arrow that was off the string, and the Xuantian sword shadow left a remnant of light and shadow in the air, and stabbed the man with a sword.

The man's body was stunned, and he was about to dodge, but Yin Fan came like lightning, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye. The man suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth, and a sword as black as ink stretched out and stabbed at Yin Fan.

When the two swords slashed at each other, the sword qi of the two powerful swords squeezed each other, making a sharp tearing sound. Immediately afterwards, Yin Fan's Xuantian sword shadow was inserted into the man's heart, and the man's sword was inserted into Yin Fan's heart.

Time seems to have stopped completely at this point. There was no wind, and the moonlight was stagnant.

Suddenly, Yin Fan grinned and laughed silently, blood slowly flowed out of his mouth, he looked at the man's eyes, his right hand slowly stirred, and the sound of being crushed was particularly sharp in the forest. He raised his left hand, grasped the man's sword that had pierced his heart, and pulled it out little by little. For some reason, his left hand glowed with a little golden light, and even around him, golden points of light appeared and dissipated.

The strange man was indifferent, but no matter how hard he tried on his body, he couldn't advance half a point, but instead let Yin Fan pull out the black sword little by little.

The man's heart had been stirred into a big hole of flesh and blood by the Xuantian Sword Shadow. The small hand in the middle of his abdomen suddenly shook, and a small and shrill sound came from the flesh and hole, and suddenly a baby's head came out of it and bit Yin Fan.

Yin Fan's eyes were bloodshot, red light overflowed from his pupils and the whites of his eyes, his mouth was bigger, and his smile was even happier, he was no longer like a human at all. Seeing the baby's head crawl out of the man's abdomen, his right leg lifted up like lightning, and his knee smashed directly on the baby's head.

With a "bang", the baby's whole body was hard, like an anhydride, and he was pushed back by one knee when he took it.

"Jingle Bell Jingle Bell ......"

Suddenly, the sound of a bell spread among the trees, but this sound did not control Yin Fan, nor did it make Yin Fan sober, but made Yin Fan even more crazy. Two faint phantoms suddenly grew behind him, and the phantoms were hazy, and he couldn't see what it was. As soon as the phantom came out, Yin Fan's left hand suddenly exerted force, pulled out the man's sword in one fell swoop, raised his foot, and kicked the man's chest fiercely.

The man was kicked by this kick, and his body suddenly flew into the distance like a stone thrown by a slingshot, and he knocked down three or four trees before stopping. He flipped his body, but he had no feet and couldn't do anything. He looked extremely weak, his eyes, nose, and ears were bleeding at the same time, and there was a large hole in his left chest where the flesh was tumbling, and the flesh and blood at the navel were rolling, and he could no longer close the flesh and hole.

"Jingle Bell Jingle Bell ......"

The sound of the bell came again, and Yin Fan raised his head and looked at the woman standing next to the pile of corpses. The woman turned her back to him, shaking the bell, oblivious to everything behind her.

Yin Fan smiled with a strange expression, and without saying a word, the two phantoms behind him slowly unfolded and began to lengthen. Little by little, the moon moved towards the edge of the border, and the moonlight began to dim, and in the east, a faint light gradually brightened. Yin Fan held the Xuantian Sword Shadow, step by step, and walked towards the woman.

“...... Jingle bells"

The woman stopped ringing the bell, suddenly moved her steps, and walked into the depths of the mass grave, and the pile of dead bodies around her shook for a moment.

Suddenly, a dead corpse's hands grabbed Yin Fan's right leg, it raised its head, and looked at Yin Fan with empty eyes, many pustules could be seen on the body full of corpse spots, and there were faintly visible insects moving in the pustules.

Yin Fan's right hand Xuantian Sword Shadow swiped slightly, silently, as if cutting tofu, the dead body with teeth and claws began to turn into two from the head. He took a step forward and walked deeper into the mass grave, but the next moment, three more pairs of hands dragged him from the ground. With another wave of his right hand, he severed the head of the corpse, and the two phantoms behind him shook and smashed the other two corpses to pieces.

But then five or six dead corpses poured up, and in the pile of corpses, countless corpses began to stagger and walk here, for a while, in the light before dawn and the last bright moon, countless shadows of death swayed, thinking that Yin Fan pounced.

Yin Fan stood in place, his eyes widened suddenly, he raised his right hand, and slowly lifted the Xuantian Sword Shadow to the left front. Suddenly, the wind rose, and gradually, the wind became more and more intense, and in an instant it was already a violent wind, and the moon was completely obscured by the sudden dark clouds, and the sun hiding below the horizon also disappeared.

A "boom" sound came from the depths of the firmament, and in the midst of the roar, a purple thunderbolt burst out of the clouds and turned into a purple dragon floating in the sky.

Yin Fan raised his sword's hand and gently, gently, slashed towards the lower right corner.