Zhenjin turned around and stabbed Wen Yingyun directly with the sword in his hand.
Wen Yingyun narrowed his eyes slightly but did not move his body at all. This was a desperate attempt to kill the other party even if he was injured.
He didn't move, but the real gold couldn't move. As soon as he pulled Arnold's hand, he was pulled behind him, and the place where the long sword pointed was blocked by his body.
"Puff...Puff..."
There were two soft sounds, and splashes of blood spurted out and fell, leaving only a strong smell of blood.
At this time, they had reached the shore, and the two figures moved again. Zhenjin protected Arnold, and the sword was pulled out from his chest again. He turned his hand forcefully and hit the hilt with a palm. The sword was inserted into Wen Yingyun's chest.
The sharp thrust penetrated his body, and the tip of the sword dripped with blood.
"Let's go ashore." Zhenjin's voice was low, with a hint of suppressed breathing in his tone.
Arnold no longer knew what to do. She originally thought that the moment Wen Yingyun's sword struck, she would send the dagger out, and Wen Yingyun would be injured no matter what. But now, Zhenjin was injured, and Wen Yingyun was injured.
Ying Yuan was also seriously injured.
Zhenjin's body twisted again, and he jumped directly towards the shore with his feet touching the water. But his injuries were indeed serious. Wen Yingyun's sword used all his strength. Although it did not directly penetrate the heart, it was only a little short of it.
That's it. At this time, he tried his best to send him and Arnold towards the shore. Before they reached the shore, he felt severe pain in every part of his body.
Wen Yingyun was punched out of the chest by the real gold sword, and the true energy in his body was quickly dissipating. The true energy was unstable, his breath was chaotic, and his body quickly fell towards the water. He gritted his teeth and twisted his body again, regardless of the sword.
He extended his palm and struck the water. His whole body was bounced away by the force of the palm again, and he fell towards the shore.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Zhenjin felt that his spirit had begun to blur. He held on with his last breath and stepped on the water again, and finally landed firmly on the ground. However, as soon as he made contact with the ground, his legs shook.
He fell softly to the ground. He half-opened his eyes and looked at Arnold who looked worried and scared, but for some reason he felt very happy in his heart.
"Zhenjin..." Arnold shouted, not caring about how he fell or the pain on his body. In front of him, Zhenjin was so exhausted that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. She could see that this injury
Although it couldn't kill her, it didn't feel good. She quickly crawled over and reached out to cover the wound on Zhenjin's chest. Blood flowed down between her fingers, dyeing the white fingers soaked in the water red. "Zhenjin, you
Hold on, you must hold on."
"Haha...ahem..."
A strange laugh mixed with a cough came from behind. Wen Yingyun walked over step by step like a puppet that was about to be broken. He was holding two swords in his hands, one in each hand. After the fall just now,
The sword that came out of his chest was pushed out from behind by the ground. He endured the pain and desperately pulled the sword out.
"I still won..." Wen Yingyun walked over step by step. The scarf on his face had already been lost during the fight. His eyes had lost their light. Every step he took was very laborious. His stiff arms, legs and feet looked like
He was more like a walking dead, as if even his soul had become incomplete. But even so, he still had murderous intent on his body, and his intention to kill Zhenjin was very clear.
He wanted to kill, and he had to kill Zhenjin first, and saw that Zhenjin was dead.