This time, he was indeed a little careless. The poison he used was indeed extraordinary. For a moment, A Lang was powerless, and Chen Feifan could only take the attack reluctantly.
The fan and the sword collided, but he couldn't help but feel cold. He didn't know whether it was the other party's strength or his own inability to handle it. He couldn't hold the hilt of the sword, and the Phantom Spirit Sword almost missed his hand. In a daze, he managed to block the opponent's blow. , but there was still a small wound on his right arm, blood flowed out, but it didn't hurt much.
When Ying Ji moved forward again, A Lang had already risen from the ground, and the long sword in his hand came towards him from the left side. Ying Ji didn't panic, raised his left leg, and kicked A Lang aside. At this moment, his target was Chen Feifan, and he stepped forward to meet him again.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Chen Fan hurriedly stepped back. He originally wanted to grab the Fierce Sun Sword behind him, but in his current state, it was unnecessary. He could only block the long sword in front of him while slowly retreating, trying to delay it as much as possible. At this time, the Linggang Sword Qi in his body was still being devoured, making him feel extremely uncomfortable all over.
The medicine the two of them took was made by Lu Ran and could detoxify hundreds of poisons. Although the poison that caused the disease could not be completely eliminated, it could delay the onset of the poison. However, if you wanted to suppress the poison, it would not be effective immediately.
Ying Ji didn't expect that the person in front of him actually survived and still had the strength to resist. He glanced sideways at A Lang who had fallen to the ground again and was struggling to get up. He also wanted to kill the person in front of him as soon as possible and go back to protect him as soon as possible. Live young master.
After a while, Ying Ji sped up again, moved his feet, and came to the left side of Chen Feifan, and blew the iron fan in his hand towards his face.
At this time, Chen Feifan's feet were still a little soft, and he had no time to dodge. He could only release his sword energy, attach it to his palm, and use his sword energy to block the opponent's blow.
This made Ying Ji very surprised. There were not many people who could use sword energy, and even fewer such young people. And it was unheard of to be able to control sword energy in the palm of their hands.
Ying Ji had to be cautious, quickly closed his fan, took a step back, and asked, "Who are you? Can you tell me your name?"
"Chen Feifan." Seeing the other party's hesitation, Chen Feifan also took a step back, trying to delay as much time as possible; at this time, Alang was half-kneeling on one leg, trying to get up from the ground.
Ying Ji thought about the name Chen Feifan. He seemed to have heard of it, but he didn't have a deep impression. Even so, Ying Ji no longer dared to be careless and just wanted to kill him quickly.
Then, he quickly flew out two poison darts from his left hand, opened the fan again and faced forward, killing Chen Feifan.
Unexpectedly, Ying Ji also hid a hidden weapon. Chen Feifan was secretly glad because he had summoned the sword spirit just now. When he released his right hand, the phantom spirit sword was held by the sword spirit Huanrou.
Huanrou, who was holding the phantom spirit sword in her hand, reached forward and deflected the two poisonous darts that were flying towards her. To Yingji on the opposite side, this scene looked like he was facing a formidable enemy; he was a millionaire. He never expected that the young man in front of him could not only use sword energy, but also control a sword.
"Are you from the Xianxia sect?" Normally, he would be interested in having a discussion, but now the young master is around, and the overall situation is more important, so he has to reconsider it.
Since the other party asked, Chen Feifan was also willing to answer. This slight delay would allow the Linggang Sword Qi in his body to completely swallow up the poison; so he secretly called Huanrou to stay still while replying: "The Xianxia Sect doesn't dare to take it, but I met a Taoist master by chance and learned a little bit."
When Ying Ji heard this, he frowned slightly. Unexpectedly, the other party did not deny it, and the sword control skills in front of him did not seem to be pretentious. After all, the two poisonous darts he had just intended to win were blocked by the sword suspended in mid-air. Come. At this moment, he was a little hesitant. He didn't know the depth of the opponent's strength, so he attacked rashly. If he lost, it would be his young master who would be affected.
Seeing that the other party didn't move, and Chen Feifan didn't move either, he quickly motioned for A Lang to come back. It would be great to be able to slow down a bit at this time.
But just when Ah Lang got up from half-kneeling on the ground and tried his best to retreat back, the poisonous dart in Ying Ji's hand came out again and flew towards Ah Lang. Chen Feifan secretly thought that something was not right, and hurriedly asked Huanrou to block it; unexpectedly, , just as Huanrou passed by, he saw two poison darts in front of him.
Unexpectedly, this response really made people feel uneasy for a moment. In desperation, he put his left hand behind his back and pulled out the Lieyang knife.
There was only a "dang" sound, and the two poison darts were blocked by the blade at the same time. It was a critical moment, only a few inches away from his throat. It was too late for Huanrou on Ah Lang's side to get over. Fortunately, Ah Lang still had the strength to raise his sword to block one dart, and then dodged another one, but fell to the ground in embarrassment again.
This surprised Ying Ji again. He didn't expect that the other party could not only wield a sword, but also use a knife.
At this time, let's talk about Chu Zihan's side. Facing Qian Xiaoyun, who was the only one left, she had nothing to be afraid of and stabbed him directly with the purple ice sword in her hand.
Qian Xiaoyun seems timid and cherishes his life, but he also has some abilities. He has a long sword in his hand, which looks ordinary but makes people feel fearful.
Chu Zihan also knew something about Qian Xiaoyun, and the sword in his hand was definitely not the Qingyun Sword.
As soon as the two swords touched, she suddenly felt a strong force pushing her back; unexpectedly, this head-on collision made her as uncomfortable as hitting a wall. As a woman, although she is not as strong as a man, she is a martial arts practitioner, and the opponent is not a strong man, but this blow makes people feel that there is a disparity in strength between the two.
"It's the World Sword!" Chu Zihan secretly exclaimed that it was not good. To feel like this, the opponent must be holding the World Sword.
"What is in your hand is the World Sword?" Chu Zihan asked.
Qian Xiaoyun smiled slightly and said: "Miss Chu, you have good eyesight. This sword is indeed the best sword in the world."
After getting the other party's confirmation, Chu Zihan hesitated a little. If the other party was holding the Qingyun Sword, she was 70% sure; but the other party was holding the Tianxia Sword now, so she did not dare to step forward easily, weighing the gains and losses in her heart.
"What, you don't dare anymore?" Qian Xiaoyun asked provocatively.
"Miss Chu, why don't you let me come and meet him for a while?" Yan Zeyu said from the side.
Before Chu Zihan could answer, there was a scream behind him, and one person from Jiyou Castle blocked Yan Zeyu's back, and was stabbed to death with a sword. Another person went to help, but his throat was also sealed by that person's sword. .
When Yan Zeyu turned around, he saw his two subordinates lying dead in a pool of blood, but the murderer was nowhere to be seen.
"Who is coming? Tell me your name." Yan Zeyu looked around with the Chain of Weeping Hate in his hand. He knew the strength of these two men very well. Although they were not masters, they still had some abilities. Ordinary Jianghu disciples may not be their opponents. , who can be killed with one hit, the opponent is obviously a master.
A person suddenly came not far from him, grinned and said: "Shadow Eagle."
