Yi Pingfan coughed a few times and said, "Master Wan, you have good swordsmanship."
Wan Yanxia bent down to pick up the ancient and modern things. Such a simple action seemed quite difficult for her. However, Wan Yanxia was very happy and said: "I started to gather momentum from the beginning, and only now did I draw my sword." . Yi Pingfan, you have suffered heavy internal injuries."
Yi Pingfan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Sect Master Wan, may I ask, what kind of sword technique is that?"
Wan Yanxia shook her head and said, "That's not possible. This sword was not prepared for you."
Yi Pingfan was startled, looked at Liu Yuan, and said with a smile: "Is it prepared for Brother Liu?"
Wan Yanxia didn't refute, obviously what Yi Pingfan said was right.
Liu Yuan smiled and said: "It seems that Sect Master Wan hates Brother Yi more than me."
Yi Pingfan was startled, nodded slightly, and said, "I didn't expect this."
Wan Yanxia snorted coldly: "Yi Pingfan, I leave this move to you, not Liu Yuan, because my move is useless to him, and leaving it to him is a waste of effort."
Liu Yuan chuckled and said: "Sect Master Wan, this is not necessarily the case. I didn't even notice how you injured Brother Yi just now. I don't think I could have avoided your sword."
Wan Yanxia just shook her head slightly and said nothing.
Yi Haichao said: "Brother Yi, you were hit by Yanxia's sword, and you have already suffered heavy internal injuries. It is impossible to defeat the four of us. Why, do you want to continue fighting?"
Yi Pingfan nodded and said, "Brother Yi, I have to give it a try."
Yi Haichao said: "Brother Yi, then I'll help you."
Yi Haichao said no more, as if he was very impatient, he reflected dozens of sword lights and slashed towards Yi Pingfan.
Yi Pingfan mobilized his inner strength and tried to block it with the sword wind, but it was useless. In horror, he looked at Wan Yanxia.
Wan Yanxia's sword not only seriously injured him, but also made him unable to mobilize his internal energy! At this moment, he has become a pulse-opening warrior.
Damn it.
Yi Pingfan cursed secretly and could only divert the remaining sword wind from before, barely blocking Yi Haichao's sword light.
Could Yi Haichao's sword and sword shadow be as simple as using light to injure the enemy? He snorted coldly, patted the blade lightly, and used his truly powerful method.
Yi Ping was in pain, feeling like he had been stabbed dozens of times, and instantly he became a bloody man.
Liu Yuan whispered: "Another layer of magical effects of sword light and sword shadow."
Yi Pingfan half-knelt on the ground. Yi Haichao pointed the Heaven-cleansing knife at his throat and said coldly: "Yi Pingfan, you have failed."
Yi Pingfan was covered with knife marks all over his body. After tapping his acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, he looked at Yi Haichao and said, "Brother Yi, is this the second form of sword light and sword shadow?"
Yi Haichao nodded slightly.
Yi Pingfan suddenly laughed and said: "Brother Yi, I was defeated by this move many years ago. I thought the result would be different today, but I still lost."
Yi Haichao looked at Yi Pingfan quietly. He knew very well that anyone who was hit by his sword would suffer severe pain all over his body. It would be an exaggeration to say that he would be in so much pain that he could not bear to die. At this moment, seeing Deyi Pingfan not crying out in pain at all, and even laughing out loud, I couldn't help but feel a little admiration in my heart.
Yi Haichao stopped being aggressive and softened his tone, saying, "Brother Yi, you no longer have the power to make a comeback. After all, who asked you to come here?"
Yi Pingfan smiled and said: "Brother Yi, if I told you, wouldn't I become a traitorous villain?"
Yi Haichao sighed: "Brother Yi, can't you see that there is nothing you can do to kill Miss Xiang? The person behind you probably wants to kill not Miss Xiang, but you."
Yi Pingfan was unmoved and said: "Brother Yi, I want to ask, why do you all think I lost?"
Yi Haichao said: "Brother Yi, this is obvious."
Yi Pingfan nodded and said: "Yes, Brother Yi, it is very obvious. It's a pity that you will be the loser, not us."
"Us?" Yi Haichao frowned, "Brother Yi, is there anyone else?"
Yi Pingfan said: "Brother Yi, didn't I already say that?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Haichao heard Wan Yanxia scream from behind, asking him to get out of the way. Before he could make any move, he received a slap about three inches from his back.
Yi Haichao's face turned pale and blood spurted out suddenly. For a moment, he felt like the world was spinning and he fainted.
"Master Yi!"
Seeing Yi Haichao fall to the ground, Wan Yanxia felt extremely anxious and wanted to rush forward, but unexpectedly, Yi Pingping, who was beside Yi Haichao, suddenly raised the dragon bird knife, placed it across Yi Haichao's neck, and said: "Master Wan, let me see you It’s better not to act rashly.”
Wan Yanxia gritted her teeth and was forced to stop due to coercion, saying: "Yi Pingfan, I didn't expect that as the master of a sect, you can be so despicable."
Yi Pingfan coughed a few times again, as if all his strength was used up in coughing. Yi Pingfan regained his breath slightly and said weakly: "Master Wan, this is also a helpless move."
Wan Yanxia said: "What you do is what you do. Where do you get so many reasons?"
Yi Pingfan's expression was complicated, but he no longer defended himself.
Just now, when Yi Haichao was talking to Yi Pingfan, a dark shadow flashed behind Yi Haichao. Its speed was so fast that even Liu Yuan had no time to stop him. He only had time to draw out a sword, forcing the man's palm to be slightly deflected. This saved Yi Haichao's life.
If Liu Yuan hadn't taken action, the man's palm print would have been imprinted on the back of Yi Haichao's heart. Then, Yi Haichao's heart would be shattered immediately, and it would be really difficult for a god to save him.
Fortunately at the moment, Yi Haichao was only seriously injured and passed out, but he still had a life left.
Liu Yuan didn't say much, but he shot four swords at the man in the cloak, but he dodged them one by one. He hid until the last sword strike. The man saw the gap between Liu Yuan's sword and struck Liu Yuan's left shoulder with his palm.
Liu Yuan withdrew Longquan, placed it on his left shoulder, and struck the man's abdomen with his free left hand.
The man's palm print was on the body of Longquan Sword, and Liu Yuan's palm print was on the man's abdomen. Liu Yuan took three steps back, but the man didn't move at all.
Liu Yuan was shocked and confused. He wanted to see the man's appearance clearly, but found that he was wearing a pitch black mask, making it difficult to see his true face.
In the arena, Jiang Tianyi is probably the only one who can surpass him in terms of internal strength. And isn’t the person in front of him also very comfortable?
Jiang Tian stood up suddenly, stared at the man, and began to use his internal energy.
Zhang Mo coughed lightly and said, "Brother Jiang, you promised me not to take action."
Jiang Tian was startled, sighed softly, and sat down again.
Although Liu Yuan blocked the palm, the left side of his body was numb from the shock, and it took him a long time to recover. Looking at the man, Liu Yuan said in a deep voice: "Are you also very comfortable?"
Why is there so much freedom in the world? First it was Zhang Mo, then the person in front of him.
The man didn't answer and slowly pushed forward with his right palm. Liu Yuan's pupils shrank and he raised his sword to block again.
This time, Liu Yuan was prepared and still took three steps back.
This palm power must be extremely comfortable.
