Peerless Martial Soul

At this moment, the crazy attacking sky-sweeping hunter showed a trace of triumphant conspiracy. The three hunting forks in his hand stabbed his body fiercely, piercing a blood hole in his body, and directly suffered. Seriously injured, crazy vomiting blood.

The Sky Stalker who rushed to the small courtyard also turned around to kill him.

It turns out that the two of them just used a feint.

Uncle Dao was even more unable to resist after being seriously injured, wounds continued to appear on his body, and blood spattered.

Seeing, he will be killed directly in a moment or three.

At this time, Han Yu'er, who was in the small courtyard, also knew the situation outside. She was embracing Xuefeng, anxious, and her eyes were red with anxiety.

The blood wind squirmed in her arms, suddenly jumped up slightly, hugged her face, rubbed her face, the small but timid eyes were full of comfort, as if comforting her same.

Han Yuer said softly, "Bloodwind, what do you think we are going to do?"

"Junior Brother is in that situation, and Uncle Dao is seriously injured again. What do you think we should do?"

Suddenly she gritted her teeth, her face showing a strong look.

Xuefeng's eyeballs went round immediately, with an expression of extreme concern in his eyes, staring at her blankly.

Han Yu'er looked at the blood wind, a sorrowful smile appeared on her face suddenly, but the smile was bright as a flower, with unspeakable strength and determination, she seemed to have made some determination, and said softly:

"Bloodwind, do you think I am going out to fight with them?"

"No, I know my current strength. Even if I try my best, I can't break a wound on them. I will only distract Uncle Dao when I go out."

"So, I just go &..."

She spit out two words gently: "Suicide!"

"Uncle Dao is doing this now, half of the reason is because of me, if I die, he doesn't have to worry anymore, but can last longer."

Upon hearing this, Xuefeng's eyeballs immediately rounded, and quickly rushed to her body, his head shook like a rattle, and a whimper sounded from his mouth.

If it weren't for his weird beast, he couldn't speak at a high level like other monsters, I'm afraid he would have loudly discouraged it by then.

Han Yuer shook her head and said, "Bloodwind, I have decided, you don't want to stop it."

Suddenly, Xuefeng held her arm desperately, and suddenly Han Yuer felt like her hand had fallen from a mountain, she couldn't even lift her hand, let alone commit suicide.

She smiled sadly: "Bloodwind, do you think this is useful? If I really want to commit suicide, there are 10,000 ways!"

The mood of the blood wind fell down in an instant, and he made a whining sound in his mouth, like an abandoned puppy, with large tears in his eyes, which was indescribably distressing.

Han Yuer gently took him down with a resolute expression, and then walked out of the small courtyard.

Seeing her coming out, Uncle Dao and everyone were stunned.

And the next moment, Han Yuer's movements shocked them even more, and Han Yuer put the sword directly on his neck.

Uncle Dao immediately understood what Han Yuer wanted to do.

He let out a stern yell: "Don't do this!"

And just when Han Yuer wanted to swing a sword to kill herself, suddenly, a loud laugh full of arrogance and arrogance came: "Brother Dao, I'm here to help you!"

Then, a sword pierced in the distance, as if cutting through the sky, the brilliance was immense and brilliant.

This sword was filled with an indomitable and decisive attitude, which made Uncle Dao feel very familiar.

He suddenly remembered who it was, and let out a startled cry: "Sword lunatic, is it you?"

"Yes! Of course it's me!" With a wild laugh, a figure suddenly appeared.

And what came faster than his figure was his sword.

His sword, as if piercing the void, slammed into the heart of a sky-sweeping hunter.

And the sky-stalker didn't have any guard at all, and the speed of the sword was so fast, full of indomitable tragedy, that he had no time to resist and could only dodge.

He dodges his heart, but he cannot avoid being hit.

This sword pierced his thigh directly.

With a click, a burst of sword blade storm swept across his thighs, actually breaking his thick thigh bones alive.

He let out a scream, his left leg broke, his body skewed heavily and fell to the ground.

Then the next moment, the sword lunatic used another move, and the indomitable, tragic offensive actually forced this sky-sweeping hunter to dare not fight with him.

Because he felt that if he tried hard, even if the other party would die, he would definitely die.

He dare not work so hard!

So, he could only retire.

And the next moment, the sword lunatic was stabbed with a sword again, still full of an unrelenting decisiveness, still in a desperate posture, the sky hunter can only fade and retreat!

In this way, the sword lunatic made nine swords in a row, while this sky-reaching hunter retreated nine times in a row, already 10,000 meters away.

Finally, when the Tenth Sword of the Sword Madman still stabbed like this, the sky-reaching hunter went crazy.

He couldn't stand it anymore, and his depressed spirit almost broke down.

He knew that he had to break out, otherwise, he might fall into this shadow for the next half of his life.

Not only did his strength not make any progress, but he would keep retreating. He knew he had to work hard.

As a result, he let out a cry like a beast howl, madly greeted the sword lunatic.

However, at this time, he retreated again and again.

It's a rush, then fades, and exhausts. By the third time, there is no morale, let alone the ninth time.

At this moment, he wanted to fight for life, but that heart couldn't even lift the mind of fighting for life, and his strength had dropped a lot invisibly.

And the sword lunatic, with nine swords in a row, pushed his opponent back nine times in a row, and his lofty aspirations surged. It was just when the momentum surged, his strength made him at least twice as powerful.

The realm of the two sides is the same, so the consequences of this collision are obviously predictable.

A sword shook the sky like a Changhong, stabbing wildly.

Compared with the three-stranded hunting forks of the Skywalker, they are so weak and weak.

After the two collided, there was a loud bang, and the three hunting forks were directly shattered by the sword lunatic's long sword.

Then the next moment, the sword lunatic pierced out with a bang, and the sky-stalker trembled rapidly.

Then the next moment, his figure stopped, with an expression of disbelief on his face, he lowered his head, and stared blankly at the long sword that pierced his chest.