Seeing that the silver-gray halo was about to spread up again, cowardice rose in Fang Qiuyao's chest. He gritted his teeth, if he continued to retreat, his warrior heart would collapse. The idea of justice and the idea of protecting Ye Piaoling gave him courage, he pursed his lips, gave birth to strength in every part of his body, condensed his shoulders, and took a heavy step forward in the face of the roaring breath of death.

The sound of heavy footsteps seemed abrupt in the dead space, like the sound of a funeral bell, and it had no morale-boosting effect.

Qin Yan sighed silently, only a fraction of a second away from Fang Qiuyao, and followed a step.

'Can you win?' Qin Yan was really not sure. He has still not fully recovered from his weak state, but Zhao Zhiping's momentum has reached the point where he is more evil and fierce than the song Xinglie in the Demon Gate, no matter how he calculates, the hope of winning is very slim. Why don't you find a chance to run away?

Anyway, Qin Yan knew that his small body could no longer withstand the toss of the sacrifice trick.

The rhythm of Zhao Zhiping's advance did not change because of their behavior, so as Fang Qiuyao did not retreat but advanced, the distance between the two sides was quickly shortened.

"That ......" Qin Yan wanted to say something, but at this time, he only heard the wind whistling, and a dead qi as thick as substance surged and poured into his mouth.

Zhao Zhiping's figure shook for a moment, and then disappeared from the spot. When Fang Qiuyao's eyes caught his traces in the next moment, he found that he was no more than half a step away from death.

The screaming sound of the evil spirit pierced through his eardrums, and countless ghost claws attacked him overwhelmingly, and the offensive reached its peak as soon as it was launched.

He felt a suffocation, and the ethereal hallucinations rang in his ears and echoed into the depths of his heart. His spirit was far from strong enough, and he was unable to resist the auditory hallucinations and hallucinations that the demons had brought up at will.

Under his blank gaze, a fierce beast claw pierced through the heavy shadow and grabbed him by the throat. His eyes were out of focus, oblivious to the sound of death.

The lightning-fast heavy grasp, if it weren't for the sword that was also faster than the thunder to resist, the young master of the Hunjiang Gang would have reached the end of his life at this moment.

"Knort!" Qing Yue's striking sound woke Fang Qiuyao up, his gaze refocused, and he broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the frosty long sword and the hideous beast claws that were close at hand.

When his brain was still stunned, his body had reacted instinctively, picking up his long sword and stabbing at Zhao Zhiping's chest.

Zhao Zhiping raised his right hand, his movements were gentle and soothing, but he was just blocking the trajectory of the sharp sword, and the two sharp fingernails clamped the tip of the sword with great precision, and the sharp sword qi stopped abruptly.

Silently, the tip of the sword sank into the deep darkness between those two fingers, and even if Fang Qiuyao desperately urged his internal strength, it would be difficult to force half a point.

Zhao Zhiping looked at Fang Qiuyao gritting his teeth and struggling, holding the hilt of the sword and shaking, and smiled lightly: "The same sword, but the result is diametrically opposite, are you slow, or am I fast?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Qin Yan's own sword was also resisted by Zhao Zhiping's beast claws, and he couldn't free his hand, so he had to shout in a low voice: "Let go, retreat!"

Fang Qiuyao dragged the hilt of the sword and pulled it back, he was the kind of dead brain who believed that "the sword is in the person", how could he let go easily. Qin Yan's opening not only did not have an effect, but attracted Zhao Zhiping's attention. I saw Zhao Zhiping grasp his right hand, and the deep shadows in his palms spread out, and countless filthy and filthy corpse qi and dead qi wrapped around his sword blade, and the shadows were like surging black mud, as if they were about to engulf his entire arm.

Qin Yan let go of his hand without hesitation, allowing the long sword to be swept into the black shadow quagmire, and at the same time, he reached out his left hand and slapped Fang Qiuyao's shoulder like lightning, grabbing him and floating back.

There was no violent sound, and only a moment later, the place where Qin Yan and Fang Qiuyao had been standing was swept by a wave of filthy black mud, and the land on that side sank in silence, deep into the dark shadows.

Qin Yan dragged Fang Qiuyao and took more than a dozen steps back, completely out of the range shrouded by the dark halo before stopping.

"It's so dangerous!" he sighed lightly and stared at Zhao Zhiping's slowly walking figure, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Fang Qiuyao said with trepidation: "What now?" Without a weapon in his hand, the swordsman would lose most of his combat power, how to deal with a strong enemy?

Qin Yan waved his right hand over his shoulder, pointed behind him, and said in a low voice, "That guy in white has a sword in his hand, you go and take it." ”

Fang Qiu wanted to speak and stopped. He glanced at Zhao Zhiping and walked cautiously and vigilantly in the direction of Duan Fei's corpse.

Qin Yan stood silently alone. Zhao Zhiping gradually approached, and the dark halo spread again, drowning his calves. Qin Yan's body tensed, he held his breath, and put on a posture of being ready to go. In fact, he was preparing to run away at any moment.

Zhao Zhiping stopped five steps in front of him, looked at him, and his bewitching voice sounded leisurely: "Without weapons, it is difficult to exert real strength, right?"

"Clever!" Qin Yan bowed slightly.

"Go borrow a sword!" Zhao Zhiping raised his arms and folded them around his chest, and said lightly, "I want to see your greatest strength." ”

Qin Yan was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of relief, and smiled: "Brother Zhiping's great achievements are gratifying." Tsk, this open-mindedness is worthy of being a master's demeanor, and it really makes the little brother admire!" he tilted his head slightly and shouted, "Brother Fang, go and lend Miss Ye's sword to me to use!"

"Miss Ye?" Fang Qiuyao looked puzzled, his eyes swept around, and then he saw Ye Yingru who took the initiative to untie the long sword and walked over. He suddenly understood a certain possibility, and his brain buzzed, looking at Ye Yingru's figure in a daze as if he had lost his soul, and his blank brain had abandoned all movement in the outside world.

'Brother Ye, Brother Ye...... Girl, he was—'

In the distance, Xin Xian snorted lightly, and said coldly behind Liu Wanyun: "A sycophant and a stupid boy, just count on these two people, I don't have much confidence." ”

"If you try to escape, you're afraid you'll die faster. Liu Wanyun looked at Ye Yingru's back, and her tone revealed a little helplessness.

"Well, that's not necessarily. Xin Xian suddenly leaned close to her ear and lowered her voice and said, "Senior sister, tell me honestly, does the Ye family's phoenix bloodline also have healing effects?"

Liu Wanyun's face changed, she turned her face away, and said stiffly: "No!" She turned back again, met Xin Xian's gaze, and accentuated her tone, "Don't hit her attention!"

There is no threat in the language, but the warning is obvious.

Xin Xian grinned, put her hands behind her back, and showed a well-behaved appearance: "Don't worry, I'm just asking casually, and I will never have any bad intentions!" She took a few steps back, her eyes seemed to inadvertently sweep over Ye Yingru's body, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and her smile became more and more sweet.