The moment Thunder struck the enemy with his sword, Fan Zunyang paused his sword force and did not crush Yan Junlin's heart on the spot. He fixed his gaze firmly on the difficult opponent and at the same time raised his voice and shouted: "The culprit has been captured, Brother Huo." Don’t you want to stop?”
Brothers Huo Gong and Huo Shou were fighting each other. Huo Gong had already gained the upper hand. Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel the coldness in his vest. He hurriedly jumped away, with a look of horror on his face. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Huo Shou broke away from the battle group and rushed towards Jiang Yunsheng without thinking. Jiang Yunsheng was controlled by Yan Junlin's magic and only wanted to kill Penglai Qinji. Her own spiritual sense had been greatly reduced, and she was killed by Huo Shou without warning. The move hit the key point on the vest, and his whole body suddenly became weak, and he ran into Penglai Qinji's arms.
Penglai Qinji quickly sealed several of Jiang Yunsheng's large acupoints with her fingers, and then nodded to Huo Shou.
Huo Shou looked ashamed and bowed slightly in response. Then he turned to Huo Gong, his lips trembling as he hesitated to speak.
Leng Siqi's heart had been hanging for a long time, and then she finally came back to her words. She originally wanted to take the opportunity to taunt Gai Nie, but there was no sound in the place for a while. It would be too abrupt to do so, so she finally decided Endured it.
Although Leng Siqi could bear it, Yan Junlin could no longer bear it. Amid her heavy breathing, she could only hear her weak voice saying: "Brother Fan, I am confident that there are a hundred ways to make you hate me on the spot. But in the end, I chose the most uncertain martial arts, do you know why?"
Fan Zunyang was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head and said, "You are too confident."
Yan Junlin gave a bitter smile, bright red blood foam overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and said in a lower voice: "Brother Fan, why should I deceive myself? If I am so blindly confident that I am reckless and dangerous, how can I be qualified to be your opponent?"
Fan Zunyang frowned slightly, and while he was deep in thought, he heard Yan Junlin say: "Since you are unwilling to be used by the Blue Blood Alliance, I have the sect leader's strict order, so I must kill you this time. But in my heart, I really don't want to kill you, I just want you to As I wish, I wonder if Brother Fan can understand this contradictory state of mind?"
After Yan Junlin said these words, Fan Zunyang looked shocked, and Leng Siqi felt that it resonated deeply with him. He couldn't help but feel sad at the moment, so he could only turn his head away without leaving a trace, so as not to let the sad look on his brows and corners fall into the eyes of others. .
Although Fan Zunyang was quite surprised, he made up his mind in a second thought and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "Thanks to the wrong love of the girl, Fan deserves it. As long as you release Sheng'er from the evil control and return my junior brother and Mei Mei, Fan will I guarantee that your life will be safe, and we will have a showdown later."
Yan Junlin paused for a moment after hearing the words, and then said in a desolate tone, "It seems that Brother Fan thinks I am begging for mercy. Alas... Since I have given my life to the judgment of God, I have always been prepared for unexpected events, so how can I be greedy and fearful?" What about death?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Junlin's expression suddenly froze, and his originally pale face became even more pale.
Just as Yan Junlin opened her mouth to speak, a purple figure suddenly appeared from behind her and rushed toward Fan Zunyang like lightning. A strong wind was felt from a few feet away, and it was extremely powerful.
If Fan Zunyang exerts his strength at this time, he can still crush Yan Junlin's heart, and at the same time, he still has enough room to deal with the offensive of the man in purple.
But at that moment, perhaps due to some mistake, Fan Zunyang did not kill him after all, but Tianji looked up into the sky and hit the Anchen Sword in the hand of the man in purple.
The man in purple was victorious because of his commanding presence and aura as powerful as a rainbow, while Fan Zunyang was strong because he was down-to-earth and as steady as Mount Tai. All of a sudden, there was a loud roar, and the two swords met head-on, and a huge spark of dazzling light burst out.
Fan Zunyang expected that the person coming would be a powerful opponent, so he used almost all his strength with this move, but in the end it was still dwarfed by the attack, and he was forced to lose his breath on the spot.
At the moment when his life was at stake, the ground beneath Fan Zunyang suddenly collapsed, and at the same time a white light burst out, and Ben Lei struck him in the ribs with a palm!
Fan Zunyang suddenly lost his support, and his whole body fell downwards involuntarily, but there was no trace of panic on his face. He immediately turned his wrist to withdraw his strength, pulled out Tianxuan from Yan Junlin's chest, and then slashed towards the white light with his sword.
It's a pity that this sword was fired in a hurry, and its power was not as powerful as that of his opponent who had been preparing for a long time. With a loud bang, Fan Zunyang suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat. He used all his strength to suppress the surging blood, and at the same time, he took advantage of the rebound. Jump upward.
For a split second, Yan Junlin saw blood gushing from his heart, his beautiful eyes that had lost their luster were filled with sadness, and his slightly opened lips seemed to want to say something. Then fell down.
Fan Zunyang stared at him clearly, and suddenly felt a pain in his heart. Just as he was frightened and alert, he suddenly saw a strange light flash from Yan Junlin's mouth, and a green light burst out with a sharp wind. The situation so close was ruthless, and it hit him directly. The vital point of the throat!
Fan Zunyang's Xuanji swords were fighting two powerful enemies respectively. They were in the air at the moment and could not use any force at all. He could only dodge instinctively.
But this time it was really too close. Although the green light failed to hit Fan Zunyang's throat, it still grazed his neck, leaving a shallow blood mark.
Fan Zunyang felt a chill in his heart. He gritted his teeth and retreated violently, trying to regain his footing before trying to counterattack.
However, the deadly poison of the Blue Blood Alliance was no small matter. As soon as Fan Zunyang landed on the ground, he felt that there was no feeling in his neck, and the numbness was rapidly spreading throughout his body, and even his mind became chaotic in the blink of an eye.
This sudden change is a long story, but in fact it was like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling, without any gaps at all.
When everyone reacted, they saw that Fan Zunyang's face was full of black energy, and his body was shaky, and it was clear that he would be filled with hatred within a few breaths!
Penglai Qinji was the first to come to her senses. She rushed forward like lightning and put a prepared elixir into Fan Zunyang's mouth.
Fan Zunyang regained consciousness and said in a hoarse voice: "I can't do it, take Sheng'er away quickly!"
Penglai Qinji suddenly felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. When she was overwhelmed with grief, she heard a familiar voice say: "Yes, the body is filled with Gu God's green blood, and it is destined to die or not. Miss Qinji does not need to waste any more elixirs." , it is proper to take care of Brother Fan’s funeral as soon as possible, Amitabha, that’s good, that’s good.”
Penglai Qinji followed the sound and saw the speaker in white robes, gold staff, sandalwood beads and plain shoes, dressed like a Buddhist. Although he looks majestic and majestic, there is a frightening aura of violence all over his body. He is none other than the Yan Junlin he saw earlier.
Next to this Yan Junlin, he saw another person wearing a crown and a pair of purple silk jade shoes. He was wearing a Confucian shirt, which showed the attitude of a humble gentleman. At the same time, he vaguely showed the appearance of a king lording over the world. The majestic power of the sky made Penglai Qinji unable to help but feel frightened. However, for a moment, I almost didn't dare to look up.
Although the two are dressed differently, their appearance is very similar, and it would be difficult to tell them apart without careful observation.
Penglai Qinji was stunned and suddenly realized, she pointed at the purple-clothed young master with her slender finger, and shouted in a trembling voice: "You! Are you the real Yan Junlin?!"
