"Uh..." Yu Jinxiu let out a cry of pain, which made Shen Yan so scared that she almost fainted on the spot.
But upon closer inspection, Shen Yan felt a little calmer. Wu Xiu's sword did not penetrate into Yu Jinxiu's heart. Instead, Yu Jinxiu grabbed the sword's edge with his fleshy palm halfway. There is still less than an inch away from Yu Jinxiu's heart.
However, this scene was also very tragic. Yu Jinxiu held Wu Xiu Jianfeng's hand, and blood splashed like a fountain, soaking the earth in an instant.
"Old man, do you think you can stop me like this?" Wu Xiu looked ferocious, already going crazy. [
Yu Jinxiu snorted and looked at Wu Xiu coldly, with a touch of disdainful ridicule emerging from the corner of his mouth.
"I'll cut off your hand!" Wu Xiu was angered again by Yu Jinxiu's expression. With a sharp shout, he twisted the edge of his sword and cut off Yu Jinxiu's fleshy palm.
"Massacre Palm!" Yu Jinxiu's movement was one step faster than Wu Xiu's, and the other palm suddenly flew up, bringing up a monstrous wave and hitting Wu Xiu's chest directly.
Wu Xiuwan did not expect that Yu Jinxiu, who had joined forces to severely injure him, could still exert such terrifying power even though he was already on the verge of death. There was a sharp pain in the chest, like being hit hard by a hammer, and blood spurted out. Wu Xiu was like a kite with broken strings, flying backwards diagonally.
Yu Jinxiu was not much better. This last blow almost exhausted all his energy. Blood shot up from his mouth like a blowout. His face had almost lost all its luster and was uglier than a dead person.
"Hahaha..." Yu Jinxiu didn't care about his injuries, and knocked Wu Xiu away with a palm, and couldn't help laughing loudly. The laughter was full of joy and pride.
"Master!" Shen Yan and Ri Yao struggled to come to Yu Jinxiu. When they saw that Yu Jinxiu was already a candle in the wind, and no longer as energetic as before, tears of distress were about to flow down.
"Why are you crying?" Yu Jinxiu glared at the two of them and scolded, "Go and see if that villain is dead?"
Mentioning Wu Xiu, Shen Yan felt itchy with hatred. Hearing the sound, he casually picked up a long sword on the ground and walked towards Wu Xiu with murderous intent, making up his mind to cut Wu Xiu into pieces.
Arriving in front of Wu Xiu, Shen Yan saw Wu Xiu's eyes were closed tightly and his breath was weak. Shen Yan sneered, first spat at him, and then gritted her teeth and scolded, "You evil thief will have your day! You will die!" "
After scolding, he raised his sword high and was about to pierce Wu Xiu's heart. At this moment, Wu Xiu's closed eyes suddenly opened, his mouth opened wide, and a mouthful of thick blood mist was sprayed towards Shen Yan.
Shen Yan exclaimed and subconsciously stepped back. Taking advantage of her retreat, Wu Xiu jumped up. He didn't even bother to say another word, and rushed out of the hood with his legs up and down. After a while, he disappeared.
"Damn it!" Shen Yan was so angry that Wu Xiu escaped.
"Sister Yan, we... we can't hold it anymore!" When Shen Yan was getting angry, Pan Xiang's difficult voice suddenly came over.
Since Pan Xiang and the others kept pouring spiritual power into the roof to avoid being broken by the dragon turtle, and they had to concentrate on keeping their bodies in the air, their spiritual power was consumed at an alarming rate. By this time, everyone had reached the end of their life. The degree of dryness.