Lan Xin was startled when she saw a dazzling light hitting her eyebrows. She immediately raised her sword to block the light.
There was a ding sound, and the silver needle hit the sword, nailing it hard.
Lan Xin looked at the silver needle that pierced the sword body, and she suddenly broke into a cold sweat, as if she had walked away from the gate of hell. It was so dangerous, that silver needle could pierce a sword made of black iron, and the silver needle did not deform at all.
, smooth as new.
Yi Shuihan spat out a mouthful of blood. The sky was going to kill her. If she missed a single blow, there would be no chance.
Lan Xin hated Yi Shuihan even more, looking at Yi Shuihan with hatred in her eyes, "Suffer death!" [
Yi Shuihan ducked and narrowly escaped Lan Xin's attack. Now she only had one breath left. She would definitely die in a head-on confrontation with Lan Xin.
After more than a dozen moves, Yi Shuihan was defeated. With a clang, the golden fan was knocked down by the sword and fell to the edge of a tree in the distance.
Yi Shuihan fell to the ground, her mouth full of blood. She laughed to herself, if Fu Hongchen saw her like this, he would definitely want to suck all her blood.
"Haha, your weapons are gone, you lose." Lan Xin looked down at Yi Shuihan, as if she were a winner.
Yi Shuihan looked at the golden fan beside the tree, and suddenly thought of Ling Yiran, fan, I hope you will return to your former master one day, I can't save you.
"Do you know that you are in such a state of desolation now? You are like a person who is dying and you are not as good as before." Lan Xin's eyes were full of pride and she commented sarcastically.
Yi Shuihan didn't even bother to look at Lan Xin, let alone speak. After more than five hours of continuous life-and-death struggle, and being seriously injured, she didn't even have the strength to speak.
"Are you mute? Speak!" Lan Xin felt that she was being ignored, and anger surged in her heart. She immediately walked over and grabbed Yi Shuihan's collar, glaring at Yi Shuihan with jealousy.
Yi Shuihan laughed self-deprecatingly. Lan Xin had just done this to Fu Hongchen not long ago. Now it was her turn. As the saying goes, things turn around. Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river.
"Why are you laughing?! What I hate the most is your always arrogant face. It's really disgusting!" Lan Xin's eyes were full of viciousness, and she raised her hand and swung it at Yi Shuihan's face.
"You have to pay a price for slapping me." Yi Shuihan pinched Lan Xin's wrist and said with a half-smile.
Lan Xin became even more angry and broke away from Yi Shuihan's hand. She just hated Yi Shuihan's unruffled, arrogant, arrogant and aloof aura, which made people want to trample on Yi Shuihan's pride.
,destroy!
"I'm going to kill you!" Lan Xin was overwhelmed by anger and jealousy, and picked up the sword on the ground and stabbed Yi Shuihan.
Yi Shuihan turned over, dodged the sword, grabbed a handful of loose soil and threw it at Lan Xin's face. There was something mysterious about her body.
"Ah, poof..." Lan Xin screamed, and dirt got into her eyes and mouth. She immediately threw the sword and rubbed her eyes, spitting a few mouthfuls to clear away the dirt. She wanted to break Yi Shuihan's bones.
Ash!
When Lan Xin opened her eyes, she saw that Yi Shuihan had run away. She was shocked and immediately raised her sword and chased after him. Yi Shuihan had to die!
Yi Shuihan laughed at himself, she must be in an extremely embarrassed state now, just like a person who is dying and struggling to die. She just wants to die, but she just doesn't want to die in the hands of others.
It's really God's will. She was reborn not long ago, and today she encountered a powerful enemy. Maybe it was because her heart was unwilling to be ordinary. She was doomed to a narrow escape, and she would die an unexpected death sooner or later.