Right in front of Gui Mandrill's eyes, a sword blade penetrated Ran Sujuan's chest and stopped at the tip of his nose by a hair's breadth.
A little bright red appeared at the wound, spreading quickly along the white skirt, and soon soaked most of Ran Sujuan's top. Thin blood pillars spread downwards along her bright red lips, and gathered on the white and tender chin, dripping
The ticks fell down, drawing beautiful plum blossom patterns on the mountain ground.
"Woman, you..."
Ghost Mandrill's heart skipped a beat, and an unprecedented feeling surged into his heart. He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound.
The face so close at hand is so beautiful, so sad and moving, it doesn't look like a mortal creature.
A pair of small cherry lips opened and closed slightly, as if they wanted to say something, but did not make any sound.
Even so, Gui Mandrill still understood Ran Sujuan's lips: Run!
Then, he watched helplessly as Ran Sujuan used her best strength to raise her white and tender hands and tightly grasped the blade that penetrated her, as if to leave the attacker behind to buy him time to escape.
The sword was so sharp that as soon as it came into contact, a long gash was cut on her palm, and bright red blood gushed out and soon dripped down the sword to the ground.
"puff!"
However, the attacker did not have the slightest thought of pity for her, but decisively pulled out the sword, then suddenly raised his right foot and kicked Ran Sujuan's delicate body to the ground.
"I never thought that with your majestic appearance, you could deceive a woman into giving up her life to block your sword?"
Without Ran Sujuan blocking his sight, the face of the sneak attack finally came into Gui Mandrill's sight. With his ordinary appearance, eyes shining with evil light, and an exquisite black robe, he turned out to be the Seven-Star Saint who had just escaped not long ago.
"It's really puzzling."
Looking at Ran Sujuan lying in a pool of blood, her breathing gradually weakening, Gui Mandrill heard a "buzz" in his head, and his whole body fell into an extremely weird state.
His heartbeat had never been so fast as it was at this moment, and his whole body was immersed in an extreme sense of tearing. Angry blood rushed to his head in a steady stream, but his brain was extremely clear and calm. His originally red pupils were so many
Two circles of white pupil rings appeared, complementing the black edges on the outside. It was no longer violent, but instead looked cold and noble.
If one had to use the color of a flower to describe Mandrill's pupils, it would be desert rose!
The image of Li Tianfeng dying in front of his eyes vaguely appeared in his mind, but the two feelings were different.
If Li Tianfeng's death caused him to lose the person closest to him, then Ran Sujuan's increasingly weakened vitality seemed to deprive him of the beauty deep in his heart.
In the first twenty years of his life, he didn't even know that such a beautiful thing existed in the world.
However, when this wonderful feeling appeared, his aloof and cold character suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes. The speed was so fast that this unruly lone wolf was caught off guard.
I don't know when he started to get used to having such a beautiful and gentle woman around him.
Now, this beautiful elf is about to leave him just like Li Tianfeng. The feeling of gain and loss is like tens of millions of ants biting his heart. The extreme panic and pain finally stirred up the pain in his body.
A certain switch.
In the dark, it seemed as if an invisible hand had removed the bolt from the cage where the beast was imprisoned.
The iron door of the cage slowly opened.
"You! Deserve! Die!"
The ghost mandrill's voice was calm and eerie, but when he heard it, it made the Seven Star Saint's heart skip a beat, and he even felt a bit shuddering.
He actually felt a hint of threat from the fierce young man in front of him.
How can it be?
It's just a mere spiritual master.
Could it be that you have been too tired recently?
"I know that it's not that simple for me to hear the truth." He shook his head and threw all the messy thoughts behind him. Then he slowly raised the sword in his hand and chuckled: "You have to be careful.
, otherwise I am afraid that I will end up with Emperor Li Tiandi. Now that the two saints Wen Dao and Ling Xiao have burst into tears, they also weakened the strength of the 'Dark Temple' for me. The ending is more perfect than imagined. Really.
God help me!"
Ever since he uttered those three words, Ghost Mandrill stopped talking and just stared at the Seven-Star Saint quietly. His aura was rising steadily, and it was actually increasing in an unimaginable way.
Under the influence of this momentum, the surrounding air seemed to freeze and quietly stopped flowing.
"When I kill you, this brat, I will avenge Laojun..." the Seven-Star Sage kept talking to himself.
"boom!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Demon Mandrill's fist had somehow landed on his face.
Without the ability to use his spiritual power, his speed was beyond the reaction ability of the Seven Star Saint.
"boom!"
This punch, which only contained physical strength, actually punched the saint's cheek deeply. His whole body was like a cannonball, flying straight backwards and hitting the mountain wall behind him, erupting with an earth-shattering explosion.
Loud noise.
How can it be!
The Seven-Star Sage jumped up like a carp, spat out a broken tooth, and covered his slightly swollen right cheek with his right hand. He looked at the mandrill with a look full of disbelief.
Before he could recover from his surprise, the demonic mandrill's fist was approaching like a shadow, without giving him any chance to react.
"boom!"
Finally, he was mentally prepared this time. He raised his right arm to cover his face in time and punched the outside of his forearm with his fist. With a deafening sound, the Seven-Star Saint who had just stood up was blown away again.
He went out and hit the mountain wall behind him again.
Under the violent collision, he felt that the bones in his back were about to break, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of pain.
Could it be a special constitution?
Or...talent?
Seeing that the momentum of the mandrill was still rising, the Seven-Star Saint finally put away his contempt and realized that the young man in front of him had a fighting talent that was different from ordinary people. If he was allowed to continue to use it, the opponent would definitely become stronger as the battle continued. He wanted to
Maybe he capsized in the sewer and was beaten into a pig's head by a spiritual master.
Just when Ghost Mandrill was coming with his third punch, the Seven-Star Saint's eyes flashed, and the sword in his palm vibrated, shining brightly. He stabbed it out from an extremely tricky angle, heading straight for Ghost Mandrill's throat. The vicious move
There is no trace of the demeanor of a saint or a strong man.
"boom!"
The Demon Mandrill's fist hit his arm again, and the Seven-Star Sage's sword also made a long gash in his chest. The blood turned into dots of red beads and spattered in all directions.
Even though his body was covered with color, Demon Mandrill's momentum was not affected at all. He continued to punch and kick, and his attacks were wave after wave, like a stormy sea, continuous, and like a ferocious beast aiming at its prey.
I will never stop tearing it apart.
Naturally, the Seven-Star Saint was not that easy to deal with when he became serious. An unrivaled sharp sword flew dexterously in his palm, stabbing and slashing, tapping and teasing, showing a superb skill that was not inferior to that of a swordsman.
This sword was obtained from Saint Lingxiao and made by Shen Xiaowan himself.
When the sword was completed, it once triggered three thunderbolts. It is truly a top-quality spiritual weapon.
In addition, his physical ability was ultimately superior to that of Demonic Mandrill who was in the spiritual realm. The two of them rolled and fought dozens of moves. The Seven-Star Saint only had a few bruises and redness on his body, while Demonic's body was not.
It had been cut horizontally and vertically by the sword, dripping with blood, and there were almost no intact pieces of skin left.
After losing too much blood, his momentum was no longer as strong as before, and his movements were also much slower. He gradually fell into a disadvantage in the fight with the Seven Star Saint, and was almost stabbed in the vital part several times. The reason why he could still maintain
Being undefeated is all supported by the bad breath in my heart.
Little did he know that the Seven Star Saint became more frightened the more he fought. He felt that the opponent was like a sponge, eagerly absorbing combat experience, becoming stronger and more difficult to deal with every moment. If the fight continued at this pace, it would take a long time.
, the ending is really unpredictable.
This kid must not be kept!
He secretly made up his mind, his eyes flickered, the aura around him surged, and the speed of the long sword in his hand suddenly more than doubled, turning into a dazzling silver dragon, carrying an unparalleled sharp momentum, heading straight for Demon Mandrill's heart.
.
This sudden sword strike actually made the ghost mandrill feel helpless and helpless.
Did you lose?
How could I be reduced to such a state!
I can't avenge the old man, and I can't protect her.
Such a piece of trash would be just fine if he died!
It's a pity that I couldn't kill the old seven-star thief.
After all, he failed her. If he could do it again...
At the moment of death, what he felt was neither fear nor panic, only deep regret and guilt.
"Ding!"
The touch from the sword made the Seven-Star Saint's eyes change and his heart trembled.?