The blade rubbed against the air, making a trembling sound similar to a buzzer.
"Wang Shu" split into dozens of small swords slightly smaller than the mother sword in the air, and pierced towards Zhou Fei.
The buzzing sound comes from every sword.
Zhou Fei held the Xueyin Knife in his hand, and slashed the swords that came in assault one by one.
However, every time a small sword is cut, the mother sword will split again to fill the gap.
After attacking in this way for a while, Yong Yan found that every small sword caused limited damage to Zhou Fei. Although he would probably win if he dragged it down, a quick fight was the result he wanted.
Delaying tactics is really shameful.
What Yong Yan wanted was the hearty way of revenge.
Rather than a war of attrition.
Zhou Fei was desperately mobilizing the remaining spiritual energy in his body, exhausting his last strength to resist Yong Yan's attack.
The advantages and disadvantages of the confrontation between the devil and the Tao were perfectly confirmed by them.
Yong Yan is getting better, and Zhou Fei is already at the end of the battle.
At this point in the situation, Zhou Fei was already a little desperate.
The biggest helper was blocked by the group of knights, and until now he has not been able to rush to support him.
And I have reached the limit of what I can do.
If the battle continues, there is really only a dead end.
More importantly, Yong Yan only urged the sword, but the main body hadn't done it yet.
Zhou Fei could guess with his toes, Yong Yan was holding back his big move.
First use the "Wang Shu" sword to consume Zhou Fei's last physical energy, and then defeat him in one fell swoop.
Maybe it won't be killed right away.
Because his biggest resentment came from Zhou Fei's humiliation to him. In all likelihood, he would leave Zhou Fei with a sigh of relief and return the humiliation of the past together. If Zhou Fei could die on the spot, it would be best Take revenge.
Zhou Fei resisted six rounds of offensive, and finally exhausted.
A splintered small sword pierced his shoulder.
Zhou Fei's clenched hands also loosened.
The Xueyin Knife fell and the mud pips splashed on the knife. wore
Zhou Fei clutched the wound on his shoulder and sat down slowly.
He has no strength to stand.
A smile was raised at the corner of Yong Yan's mouth.
This scene is really pleasing.
Yong Yan raised his head and took a deep breath.
After the rain, the cold air filled his lungs with his breath.
The sense of consciousness is much clearer.
At this moment he really wanted to yell cool.
There is no taste, it makes him feel more refreshed than now.
The bitterness I had suffered before is all worthwhile.
With this victory, it can be said to be a real rebirth.
What is a milestone
This is the milestone!
In just a few seconds, Yong Yan skipped many messy thoughts in his mind, but in the end they all turned into a single word: "Shuang!"
He retracted his gaze from the sky and fell on Zhou Fei: "You lost."
Zhou Fei moved his position to make himself more comfortable. There was a puddle in the place where he was sitting just now, and his pants were all wet.
"I admit that you are indeed a lot better. Especially when you hit me naked in the end, the picture soared to 18X. If it weren't for me to believe in my own orientation and resist corruption all the time, I would really think you were hooking on me."
Yong Yan was nonsense since Zhou Fei was dying.
"If this is the last thing you left to the world, wouldn't it be too ordinary? People like you should have a lot of things left. I'm very generous and give you time."
Zhou Fei smiled: "Will you do as I said?"
Yong Yan shook his head.
"Then whether I say or not, what's the point?"
Yong Yan thought about it earnestly: "The significance is very important. First of all, I will feel very comfortable, and secondly, you will die and regret it."
Zhou Fei smiled more and more brilliantly: "The greatest significance of co-authoring my last words is to make you comfortable?"
Yong Yan nodded: "That's right."
"If I didn't say anything, would you feel uncomfortable?"
"Not really."
Zhou Fei's smile slowly faded, and he said with emotion: "That's really... meaningless."
Yong Yan said: "Your greatest meaning is to liberate me."
Zhou Fei let out a long sigh, and said, "It's all fate. You will be the protagonist of this book. I want to interview you. What do you think? Suddenly he changed from a supporting role to a protagonist. ."
Yong Yan didn't answer this question, but said: "When I was in Zhiyue Guan, I practiced a technique called Xingxing**..."
"Stop it!" Zhou Fei yelled, "I said you really don't have any copyright awareness at all.
Your sword is called Wangshu, and your technique is called Xingxing**. You can't be so unscrupulous just because the senior has passed away. "
Yong Yan frowned, he thought Zhou Fei was crazy.
"I have inhaled the aura of the master of the aisle, and I have also inhaled the aura of the master of the Buddhist school. Those are two completely different flavors, which make people intoxicated and obsessed. But what I want most is to taste the aura of the disciples of the college. It will be something even more insatiable than the previous two auras." At this point, Yong Yan's gray pupils started to light up, and he even licked the corners of his mouth.
This action is simply a trivial comparison.
Zhou Fei said, "Hey, everyone comes out and mixes. You don't have to do things so terribly."
Listening to Zhou Fei's words, Yong Yan seemed very happy.
He likes to see fear from Zhou Fei.
That would make him very excited.
Yong Yan took two steps forward, and now he is no more than three meters away from Zhou Fei.
"Don't worry, the whole process is very simple, you won't even feel pain, the whole life will pass as soon as you close your eyes." Yong Yan said.
Zhou Fei said: "If you didn't know your details, just by this sentence, I would think that you and I came from the same place."
Yong Yan frowned slightly, unable to understand Zhou Fei's words.
"Also, if you know that you don't wear clothes, don't stay so close to others, okay? I like to see women. It would be disgusting to see men." Zhou Fei said seriously.
Yong Yan smiled indifferently: "Zhou Fei, you really make me look at me with admiration, I'm almost dead and still so cheap."
Zhou Fei said, "You said too, I'm going to die, if I don't talk cheap, I won't have a chance."
After that, Zhou Fei pierced out with a sword.
This is the opportunity he has been waiting for for a long time.
It is also his last chance.
This sword uses not Shuangtian Sword Intent, but Ye Xin's Canglang Sword Fu.
Because Zhou Fei was sitting, this sword was actually directed at Yong Yan's body.
Maybe there is no way to kill Yong Yan directly, but after the place is hit hard, it will definitely lose its combat effectiveness immediately.
Then all Zhou Fei had to do was wait.
Waiting for Ling Zhaoyan to rescue herself.
However, imagination is beautiful, but reality is the backbone.
A mocking smile passed the corner of Yong Yan's mouth, and he waved his hand gently in the air.
A scarlet pear flower blocked Zhou Fei's last sword intent.
(End of this chapter)