Chapter 376 Shie 1

Seeing that the silver-gray halo was about to spread again, Fang Qiuyao's timidity rose in his chest. He gritted his teeth and if he continued to retreat, his warrior's heart would collapse. The concept of justice and the idea of protecting Ye Piaoling gave him courage. He squeezed his lips, spawned strength in every part of himself, condensed his shoulders, and took a step forward against the roaring breath of death.

The heavy footsteps are abrupt in the dead space, like the sound of funeral bells, and there is no effect on morale.

Qin Yan sighed silently, only a little different from Fang Qiuyao, and followed him.

'Can you win?' Qin Yan is really not sure. He has not fully recovered from his weakness, but Zhao Zhiping's momentum has reached a more sinister and fierce level than the singing in the magic door. No matter how it is, the hope of winning is very slim. Or, let's find a chance to run away?

Anyway, Qin Yan knew that his small body could no longer withstand the toss of sacrificing his life.

The pace of Zhao Zhiping's progress did not change due to their behavior, so as Fang Qiuyao did not retreat, the distance between the two sides was quickly narrowed.

"That..." Qin Yan wanted to say something, but at this time, he only heard the sound of the wind roaring, and the real dead air came and poured into his mouth.

Zhao Zhiping's figure shook for a moment and disappeared from the same place. When Fang Qiuyao's eyes caught his traces for a moment, he found that he was only half a step away from death.

The sound of the evil spirit screamed through his eardrums, and countless ghost claws hit him, and the offensive reached its peak as soon as it was launched.

He felt suffocated, and the strange hallucinations sounded from his ears and echoed straight to the depths of his heart. His soul is far from strong enough. Only the hallucinations and illusions brought by the devil at will make him unable to resist.

Under his blank eyes, a fierce beast's claw penetrated out of his heavy ghost and grabbed him straight to his throat. And his eyes have lost their focus and are unaware of the sound of death.

If the lightning-like regrabbing had not been resisted by a sword that was also faster than thunder, the young master of the Hunjiang Gang would have reached the end of his life at this moment.

"Keng!" The sound of Qingyue's intercourse awakened Fang Qiuyao, and his eyes condensed again. When he saw the frosty sword and ferocious beast claws close at hand, he broke out in a cold sweat.

When his brain was still stunned, his body had instinctively reacted and raised his sword to stab Zhao Zhiping's chest.

Zhao Zhiping raised his right hand and moved gently, but it was just blocking the trajectory of the sharp sword. His two sharp nails clamped the tip of the sword with incomparable accuracy, and the sharp sword spirit stopped abruptly.

Silently, the tip of the sword sank into the deep darkness between the two fingers, and even if Fang Qiuyao tried his best to urge his inner strength, it was difficult to force him into half.

Zhao Zhiping looked at Fang Qiuyao gritting his teeth and struggling, holding the handle of his sword and smiled gently, "The same sword, but the result is completely opposite. Are you slow or am I fast?"

Seeing this, Qin Yan was not good. His own sword was also resisted by Zhao Zhiping's claws and could not free his hand, so he had to drink in a low voice: "Let go, retreat quickly!"

Fang Qiuyao pulled back with the hilt of the sword. He was the kind of dead brain who believed in "the sword was in people". How could he easily let go? Qin Yan's opening not only had no effect, but also attracted Zhao Zhiping's attention. Zhao Zhiping grabbed his right hand, and the deep shadow between his palms spread out. Countless and dirty corpses wrapped around his sword blade, and the shadow was like turbulent black mud, as if to swallow his whole arm.

Qin Yan did not hesitate to let go and let the long sword be involved in the black shadow mud. At the same time, he leaned out his left hand, slapped Fang Qiuyao on the shoulder like lightning, and grabbed him and retreated.

There was no violent sound. Just a moment later, the place where Qin Yan and Fang Qiuyao originally stood was swept away by the dirty black mud wave, and the land on that side sank in silence and fell deep into the dark shadow.

Qin Yan dragged Fang Qiuyao, retreated more than a dozen steps in a row, completely escaped from the dark halo, and then stopped.

"It's so dangerous!" He sighed and stared at Zhao Zhiping's slowly coming figure, and did not dare to relax at all.

Fang Qiuyao said with a lingering heart, "What should I do now?" Without weapons in his hands, the swordsman loses most of his combat power. How to deal with the strong enemy?

Qin Yan waved his right hand over his shoulder, pointed back, and whispered, "That guy in white has a sword in his hand. Go and take it."

Fang Qiuyao wanted to speak but stopped. He looked at Zhao Zhiping and walked cautiously in the direction of Duan Fei's body.

Qin Yan stood in place alone. Zhao Zhiping gradually approached, and the dark halo spread again, drowning his calves. Qin Yan's body was tense, holding his breath, and put on a ready posture. In fact, he is preparing to escape at any time.

Zhao Zhiping stopped five steps in front of him and looked at him. His strange voice sounded leisurely: "Without weapons, it is difficult to exert real strength, isn't it?"

"Smart!" Qin Yan nodded slightly.

"Go and borrow a sword!" Zhao Zhiping raised his arms around his chest and said lightly, "I want to see your greatest strength."

Qin Yan was stunned, and then showed a relieved look and smiled: "Brother Zhiping's great achievement is gratifying. Tut, this mind is worthy of being a high demeanor. I really admire it!" He turned his head slightly and shouted, "Brother Fang, go and borrow Miss Ye's sword for me!"

"Miss Ye?" Fang Qiuyao looked doubtful, glanced around, and then saw Ye Yingru coming through the sword. He suddenly understood a possibility, and his mind buzzed. He looked at Ye Ying's posture like a lost soul, and his blank brain had thrown away all the movements of the outside world.

'Brother Ye, Ye... girl? He turned out to be--'

In the distance, Xinxian snorted softly and said coldly behind Liu Wanyun, "A flatterer and a stupid boy, I don't have much confidence to count on these two people."

"If you try to escape, I'm afraid you will die faster." Liu Wanyun looked at Ye Yingru's back, and there was some helplessness in his tone.

"Well, that's not necessarily the same." Xinxian suddenly came close to her ear and lowered his voice, "Sister, tell me honestly, does the phoenix blood of the Ye family also have a healing effect?"

Liu Wanyun's face changed, turned his face and said bluntly, "No!" She turned back, met Xinxian's eyes, and intensified her tone, "Don't pay attention to her!"

There is no threatening content in the language, but the warning is obvious.

Xinxian smiled and put her hands behind her back, showing a clever look: "Don't worry, I'm just asking casually, and I will never have any bad thoughts!" She stepped back a few steps, and her eyes seemed to inadvertently sweep over Ye Yingru's body. The corners of her lips rose slightly, and her smile became more and more sweet.