Feeling a bit desolate and solemn in his heart, Ye Yinfeng frantically gathered the remaining energy in his body, and his body began to show a bit of collapse. The golden light radiating from the jade sword in his hand was also even more intense.
It was a little weaker, but the sword shadows that flew up one after another were still clearly visible. Only the figure that turned like the wind was still struggling to support itself with its afterimages.
For the death of the old yellow dog, the overwhelming hatred in Ye Yinfeng's heart will never be eliminated. Only when the real murderer behind the scenes dies in his own hands can he calm down. But he knows that the situation is extremely dangerous at this moment.
The four guards who rushed towards them launched an even more fierce attack without fear of life and death. But he could only use the remaining energy in his body to fight against the trapped beast, although he wanted to kill the real murderer behind the scenes.
, but whether he can escape this time is still unknown.
He thought of escaping and staying in Qingshan without fear of running out of firewood. He still understood this eternal truth, but as a swordsman, his proud nature made him stay. Don't say it.
Whether he can escape, even if he escapes, he cannot abandon the old yellow dog's body. For the sword in his hand, for the sword intention in his heart, or to preserve the old yellow dog's body, he
He felt that he had to fight with these guards until the last drop of blood in his body was shed, and he did not hesitate to fight until the last drop of true energy in his body was consumed.
Ling Ke died with dignity, Ling Ke lived and died with this old yellow dog, and he was not willing to just escape by himself. The indomitable sword intention in his heart became more and more clear in his mind.
, at this time, he suddenly felt a clear feeling in the heart of the sword, which was the essence of the sword and the nature that he must abide by. After thinking about this, he only felt as if a shackles on his body had been broken.
And he felt that the hazy sword intention lingering in his mind began to become clearer.
At this time, he felt that he and the Panyu Sword in his hand seemed to be more coherent, and the feeling of the sword's heart was connected. The soft sword also seemed to be inspired, and it made a soft moan, like the sound of a phoenix.
The dragon's roar loomed in his mind. The swordsmanship in his hand became more coherent, and a natural sword move flowed out of his hand like clouds and flowing water.
Although this feeling was mysterious to him, he could clearly feel that the sword in his hand became lighter and more flexible, as if his arm had been stretched. He could vaguely feel that this state of mind had an impact on his sword.
Dharma has great benefits. This mysterious and mysterious sword intention was quickly put aside by him, because he had to survive this disaster before he could truly understand it all.
In fact, he was quite proficient in swordsmanship, but the swordsmanship he wielded only had its form, but no meaning. He had never thought of this. He also did not think deeply about this. It had always been him alone.
After groping for these, as time went by, he finally found the threshold of Sword Intent.
Although the sword in his hand did not have a stronger light, the swordsmanship he wielded was even more powerful. I could see the sword flower held up by the jade sword in his hand, emitting a brilliant light.
The layers of sword shadows contained a powerful force that could not be ignored. The sword curtain with a fierce aura blocked the four guards who were attacking, causing them to take a step back as soon as their body posture was wrong.
There was a horrified light in their eyes. They saw that the young man in blue shirt was about to run out of energy. The shadow of the sword was far less dazzling than before. However, the weapons they attacked would be blocked by the opponent's sword screen.
, the residual force of the counterattack came from their wrists, and the huge force of the counterattack stunned their bodies, making them retreat one after another.
Suppressing the shock in their hearts, they rushed forward again with strong doubts. What greeted them was a sword move that seemed weak and weak, but in fact it was extremely powerful. The weapons in their hands were directly knocked out.
Swing away so they don't feel like they're returning in vain.
Their bodies turned a few times, and the cold light suddenly exploded. The guards who were afraid of life and death once again gathered the true energy of their bodies, wielded a fierce momentum, and went straight towards the blue-shirted young man. The only thing in their eyes was that
With an awe-inspiring look, the fierce aura on their faces was thick and scattered. The cold light in their hands couldn't help but wave like the freezing point pouring, with a more fierce momentum, a more powerful aura, all around them.
Rising with depression.
With a "hiss" sound, the overflowing golden light rolled up a splash of colorful blood. However, one person's legs weakened and his body staggered back involuntarily. I saw a splash of blood on the person's right shoulder.
Bai Sen's exposed wounds were splashing with thick blood, and the weapon in the man's hand could not help but tremble, without any fighting spirit.
A sword technique that is like a divine pen, a sword move that is as natural as nature, and a gleaming golden light.
The sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand was light and flying, transforming simplicity into immortality. The overflowing golden light turned into a dragon flying in the sky, rushing towards his body. With a few slight dull sounds, that
The besieging figures suddenly took a few steps back, their faces unable to conceal the fear in their hearts. No matter how fearless a person is, if he really gets a life-and-death moment, he will show fear that is difficult to conceal. This does not mean that
He is afraid of death, but it is human nature.
There was only a little bit of true energy left in his body, and Ye Yinfeng felt a trace of bitterness in his heart. He silently chanted the formula, hoping to replenish the consumed true energy in time. But what disappointed him was that in his dantian, those three small particles were
There was no reaction at all from the slight whirlpool, and only a few gossamer-like strands of true energy remained in the Dantian.
There was overwhelming sadness in his heart, but he no longer had any way out, because the group of guards shrunk the encirclement group like a tide. The shrinking battlefield and the increase in the number of people did not bring any harm to Ye Yinfeng.
Too much pressure, and behind his heels was the corpse of the old yellow dog. If he took a step back, he would surely step on the corpse of the yellow dog. And it was impossible for him to use that exquisite footwork again. He didn't want to step on it.
When he reached the corpse of the yellow dog, he could not retreat. He could only take a step back, then all attacks would fall on the corpse of the yellow dog.
There was no way to retreat, but a fight to the end. Ye Yinfeng was shocked. Tonight would be a night of blood. He did not look at the blood splattered on the ground, but he knew clearly that
A thick stream of blood, with the smell of rich silk, spread wildly around. Even the light mist turned from the rising snow blood was covered with a faint layer of bright red color, and the white mist was dyed
The faint blood red color and the extremely strange night light left a deep imprint on everyone's hearts.
His true energy was exhausted, but his sword skills and sword styles were still there. Ye Yinfeng was not afraid of the four guards who rushed towards him. He raised the jade sword in his hand and attacked. The sword in his hand was full of energy and had a fierce aura.
He cut off the weapons in the hands of the guards. He turned around, and the golden light pointed directly at a guard holding a broken dagger.
A miserable cry rang in everyone's ears. The guard did not expect that the other party could display such superb and god-like swordsmanship when his true energy was exhausted. The guard's arm had already been pierced with blood.
The guard's face turned pale, and he immediately retreated.
The blow did not kill the guard. Ye Yinfeng secretly cried out that it was a pity, but he did not pay too much attention to it. After all, it was not easy to achieve such an achievement when all his energy was exhausted.
He turned around again, and before the men could be replaced, he raised the jade sword in his hand and stabbed another guard at a strange angle. The shadow of the sword suddenly rose with a sky-wide mad light, and the guard
After a moment of expression, he was enveloped by the golden light. The guard's face was frightened and he retreated hastily, but the dazzling golden light came straight at him at a tricky angle.
With a "pop" sound, a golden light flashed past, and a bright red dot like cinnabar suddenly appeared on the guard's eyebrows. The guard's body suddenly stiffened, and his horrified eyes had not yet completely condensed.
, and fell to the ground suddenly.
Ye Yinfeng wanted to raise the jade sword in his hand again to stab the other two guards, but at this time, the two guards had already moved a little away from him, and were beyond the killing range of the jade sword.
And the vacancies of the two guards, one wounded and the other dead, happened to be filled by someone, and there were three of them.
The five people held bloodthirsty blades and rushed towards Ye Yinfeng. A cold light shone in their hands, and they kept wandering around Ye Yinfeng. There was also a person who was staring at Ye Yinfeng with cold eyes.
As long as Ye Yinfeng accidentally reveals himself, the cold-eyed Captain Su will attack without hesitation.
There was no trace of true energy left in the body, and Ye Yinfeng's arms began to feel sore. He could only use the remaining strength to swing the sword in his hand, and the footwork under his feet began to become messy. He looked at it coldly, and his heart rose.
He felt a sense of desolation. For some reason, he could only feel that his heart was very calm, so calm without any waves. His cold face and blood-red eyes had long followed the strange energy in his body.
exhausted and returned to normal.
The sword in his hand began to feel a little sluggish, and the flying sword began to slow down gradually. No matter how superb his swordsmanship was and how mysterious his sword was, the true energy in his body was depleted.
All the strength in his body was exhausted, and a huge wave of fatigue surged into his mind.
With a "hiss" sound, a cunning weapon with an endless and sinister feel cut across his thigh, causing his body to pause, and bursts of pain immediately shot through his body. Without even looking, his thigh
Hot blood flowed out again, splashing on the street mixed with snow and blood.
A cold light flashed through those sinister eyes, and the long and narrow cold knife in his hand swung a knife shadow that was as cold as the moon and icy cold, and slashed diagonally towards Ye Yinfeng's back. Suddenly, the air emitted
With a fierce hissing sound, the lightning-like blade reached Ye Yinfeng's back in an instant.
His whole body trembled, Ye Yinfeng's foot slipped, but unexpectedly another weapon pierced directly in front of him, and the position was right in the pit of his heart. Physically and mentally exhausted, his left leg made another mistake on the ground, and his foot scratched
An arc formed, and on one side of his body, the blade that stabbed his chest quickly passed through his chest,
Then he dodged the attack from the front, but not the attack from the back. Although he turned his body to one side to avoid these two killing moves, the long knife on the back moved in a strange arc.
Then it hit his back. Suddenly, Ye Yinfeng felt a burning sensation on his back, and a tearing pain came from his vest.
With the incoming attacks, coupled with the sneak attack on the back and the stabbing under the leg, Ye Yinfeng was really at the end of his life.
Fatigue also made him physically and mentally exhausted, and the golden light in his hand no longer had the sharpness it once had.
Biting the tip of his tongue, he mustered up a lot of energy. The golden light that Ye Yinfeng stabbed brought out a few gorgeous blood flowers, some from him and some from the enemy. His face was splashed with a scorching heat.
The amount of blood suddenly shocked his heart. He didn't know whether the blood was his own or the enemy's.
Ye Yinfeng only felt that his consciousness was starting to become a little blurry. Pictures flashed through his mind like a horse. The beautiful woman with a green shadow and peerless youth first came into his mind.
That unearthly face with a low eyebrow and a smile, and that slender and gentle figure. Then there is the raging fire, a withered ruins, and the little girl Ye Ru with two small butterflies in her hair.
The smoke also appeared in his mind, as did his family, the faces of expectant faces, and the words without words.
Finally, Ye Yinfeng subconsciously wielded his Panyu Sword to the fullest, and bursts of piercing screams came out, but he could not hear them. He only felt that he was too tired, and his body seemed to be out of his control.
He was about to fall down. He didn't know how many sneak attacks he had been hit by, and how much blood flowed through his body.
The sadness rising in his heart that could not be poured out was stuck in his throat like a thorn, unable to be pulled out, let alone vented. His consciousness became weaker and weaker, and he only felt like a thorn in the sea.
Like a piece of duckweed, it could be submerged at any time by the turbulent waves rising from the sky.
When his consciousness was about to completely sink, the fat face with an unruly expression and the oil-stained monk's robe flashed in his mind inexplicably. However, that fat face also flashed in his mind.
Gradually it disappeared into nothingness. But his consciousness seemed to have escaped into the endless darkness, and finally he slowly lost consciousness.