Lan Xin waved her hand, and more than a dozen people from the Demon Palace immediately surrounded Yi Shuihan and showed off their weapons.
"I can destroy this holy cherry fruit at any time." Yi Shuihan frowned. It was because Lan Xin was too confident and still didn't want the holy cherry fruit.
"Haha, then you will ruin it. Your life is much more important than the holy cherry fruit." The pride in Lan Xin's eyes became even more serious.
"Since that's the case, then... go to die." Before he finished speaking, Yi Shuihan had already arrived in front of a man from the Demon Palace. With a squeak, blood slid down the groove of the fan.
The man fell down with his fearful eyes, without having time to struggle or to feel pain, and in a moment, huge fear had fallen into the abyss of death.[
"Set up the formation!" Lan Xin was secretly frightened and immediately shouted.
More than ten people immediately cooperated with each other and besieged Yi Shuihan. More than ten swords were wrapped around like silver snakes, with sword light and sword shadows.
The golden fan is free and flexible, and it is blocked by swords and swords.
With a clang, a sword was beaten out by the golden fan, and by the way, another person was killed.
The fog on the mountain gradually dissipated, the rising sun rose, and half a sun emerged from the peak, and the red light penetrated the clouds and scattered on the Wanren Mountain.
The new day kicked off, Yi Shuihan's pale lips curled up a smile, and she could still see the sun today.
The blood was spilling, and the smell of blood was spreading. She couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's blood or the blood she spit out.
Yi Shuihan's speed gradually slowed down, his clothes fluttered, Wu Daidangfeng, and every time he waved the fan, he sprinkled bright blood, every turn was beautiful, with a smile on the corners of his lips, and a flowing figure. She
It seems like dancing gracefully, like a red-crowned crane in the mountains, elegantly Tsinghua University and not entering the world.
It seems that even death is beautiful, and the shocking beauty has amazed everyone's eyes and cooled everyone's hearts.
Most of the men in black have fallen to the ground, and all the people who have fallen on the ground have been sealed with sharp weapons. Blood flows down their necks, slides onto the soil, and seeps into the soil.
"Kill him soon! He is already at the end of his strength and adopts the reincarnation tactic!" Lan Xin shouted loudly, lifted her sword and joined the fight.
With Lan Xin's addition, Yi Shuihan became more and more troubled. He vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, his wrists trembled slightly, his face pale, without a trace of blood, and his consciousness was a little dispersed.
"Go to die." Yi Shui curled her lips coldly. No one could take her life except herself!
Swish, Yi Shuihan's hair was cut off a few pieces, but she took the lives of several people.
The fan circled and the throats of the three men in black were cut, and the fan returned to the master's hand in a perfect curve.
Yi Shuihan chuckled twice. This was her record. Everyone on the ground died of her throat cut, without exception.
Lan Xin felt a chill in her heart, and then she smiled. It would be better if she died. Yi Shuihan's last move had exhausted all her strength, and she couldn't even stand steadily. It's easy to kill Yi Shuihan now.
"I hate you the most is that you are so arrogant when you die. Haha, it's a pity that you will never be arrogant again." Lan Xin laughed twice, feeling extremely happy.
Yi Shuihan gently stroked the fan, defeated Mo Ningxun's hands, and died at Lan Xin's hands, and she was really unwilling to accept it.[
"Is that right?" Yi Shuihan said lightly. Before he finished speaking, with a swish, the silk silk in the golden fan emitted an unusually bright light in the sun.