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Chapter 334 Who Is Colder-Blooded Than Who? ! (5)

Who is colder than whom? ! (5)

When the sword and arrow met, Yun Chu felt as if he had hit a mountain.

The tiger's mouth was torn apart in an instant, and the entire left arm was almost in pain. Yun Chu gritted his teeth and clenched his fingers tightly, so as not to let the dragon blade drop.

The strength of Ning Que's arrow is so domineering. With her current internal strength, if she wants to parry his arrow, she will naturally have to pay a big price.

Fortunately, she did it!
Sparks flew, and the iron arrow flew out obliquely, brushed against Shen Fengchu's sleeve, and shot obliquely into the dense forest, knocking down countless broken branches and fallen leaves.

Shen Fengchu lightly borrowed strength from a treetop, and swept up again.

Just after leaving the treetops, his chest was already heaving violently.

Sensing that his breath was not right, Yun Chu turned away worried.

puff!
The restless aura in Shen Fengchu's body could no longer be suppressed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from between his lips. Under new and old injuries, his body had reached the limit of what he could bear with such reluctant use of internal force, and when the breath stagnated, he and She fell into the forest together.

Even so, he still did not forget to tighten his arms, hold her in his arms, and protect her with his arms and body.

Two people, falling heavily, fell through the branches and down.

Along the way, I don't know how many branches and leaves were scraped off, and then fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

"Shen Fengchu, how are you?!"

Struggling to get up, helped Shen Fengchu up, pointed to the messy hair and dead leaves on his face, looked at his face covered with fine scratches by the moonlight, Yun Chu's heart seemed to be grasped by a big hand, It hurts.

That handsome man who was always neat and tidy on weekdays, his fine clothes had already been scratched to pieces, his face was full of small wounds from branches, his hair was not only messy, but also a lot of scattered pieces. leaves.

Knowing him for so long, it was the first time she saw him in such a mess.

"Don't worry!" Shen Fengchu opened his eyes with difficulty, and smiled back at her, "I don't want to die before I get you!"

"Go to hell!" She cursed in a low voice, but she took his arm and dragged him up from the ground, "Go!"

"Okay!" Shen Fengchu agreed, but pushed her away with a hand, "You go first, I will hold them back, and then we will meet on the big boat!"

With her current ability, it is impossible for Geng Ben to take him away.

If there must be one person to stay, he would rather be the one who stays.

Pulling out his sword, he pursed his lips and stood up with the last strength, and rushed straight to Ning Que who was chasing him.

Ning Que raised his hand, and with a bang, the knife he was carrying across his back had also been shot.

In the dark night, the long knife in his hand cut through the night like a bloody lightning, mercilessly slashing at Shen Fengchu's tender fingers.

That knife was nearly two feet long, and the blade was a bit narrower than ordinary knives.

On the body of the knife, there are fine fish scale-like patterns, and the handle is shaped like a bird's feather.

This knife is the third-ranked blade on the weapon list—the Suzaku Knife.

This sword was made by Emperor Tang, who loved swords like his life. According to legend, this sword was tempered with as many different mines as there are a small mountain, and it was soaked in human blood throughout the process. It is called Suzaku.

Yun Chu didn't know the Suzaku Knife, but he already felt the killing intent coming from that knife.

Grabbing the ribbon hanging by the side of her hand, she tried her best to move backwards.

She had expected that Shen Fengchu would not leave first, so she had already wrapped the ribbon around his arm just now.

(End of this chapter)