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I saw that Fu Yang's speed changed extremely fast, and he launched a swift and violent attack towards Shen Yuexiu.

It is difficult for Shen Yuexiu to defend completely, and her palm skills are restricted.

Fu Yang directly attacked his vitals, because he really wanted his life.

Shen Yuexiu didn't back down any more, she channeled her spiritual power into the sword, and used her unfamiliar sword skills and unfathomable footsteps to attack and counterattack, adapting to the situation.

His body cannot be consumed for a long time, so he only fights him head-on, trying to make him lose his ability to attack.

Fighting and fighting, the two of them were completely defenseless, and their fighting spirit became stronger and stronger.

First, Fu Yang stopped defending and exchanged injuries for injuries, and then Shen Yuexiu took off his defense and focused on the main attack.

You swipe his sword, he slashes your sword, you hurt me, I hurt you, the speed is too fast to blink.

No time to think, no time to feel pain, no reason, only attack!

It seems that there are only two people left in the world, dust is flying on the ground, rocks are bouncing and jumping, one red and one white are lingering together, rushing fiercely.

After a while, the two stopped attacking and stood back to back.

There were many deep sword wounds on Fu Yang's body, blood gushed out, and suddenly he fell short and hit the ground with one knee, the sword stuck in the ground, and he held the hilt tightly with his hand.

He staggered unsteadily, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground.

Shen Yuexiu's abdomen was abnormally agitated, and she only stretched out her hand to cover it. She also had a sword wound on her body, but the wound was not very deep.

He runs spiritual power and can barely bleed.

"I'm defeated." Fu Yang leaned on the sword, his center of gravity was a little unsteady, he stood up tremblingly, and looked towards him.

There was a faint dark red air flowing around his body, as if he was healing himself.

"Senior brother, I will heal your wounds." Shen Yuexiu saw that he was seriously injured, and Zhou Shen was filled with treacherous air, she felt a little soreness on her feet, and walked towards him unsteadily.

"Haha." Fu Yang laughed twice suddenly, the hand holding the sword was trembling.

Shen Yuexiu ignored it, and only used her spiritual power to heal his internal injuries, and told him why Mo Zhibai did this, hoping that he would stop killing again.

Scattered hair covered his eyes, gloomy, and he couldn't see anything when he nodded, only feeling that the murder in his body was getting heavier and heavier.

He kept sneering in his heart, Mo Zhibai was too self-righteous, who did he think he was, playing with him like this, and calling it his own good.

It turns out that every step of his path is in Mo Zhibai's calculations. Knowing the truth, should he be grateful for his efforts? Knowing the truth, he will follow the route he set in the future, right?

He let himself become like this, so abnormal, so bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty, it was out of his control, and he became a complete villain.

While helping him with treatment, Shen Yuexiu inspected his body, and found that his body had undergone earth-shaking changes.

A powerful, strange and violent force filled his whole body, as if he was born with it, and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The power he passed in was greedily absorbed by it. It seemed that he didn't need his own power at all, and he could continue to heal himself.

What is his source of strength?Shen Yuexiu was startled, and glanced at the corpse on the ground.

"What are you looking for?" A cold and hoarse voice asked him with a hint of a smile.

Suddenly there was a severe pain in his abdomen, he lowered his eyes to see that the Liquan sword in Fu Yang's hand had pierced his body.

"The stabbing wasn't deep enough last time, this time I'm going to kill you." Fu Yang's pupils had turned a magnificent red, full of resentment, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, the strength in his hands increased, and the sword went in again .

Shen Yuexiu was sweating profusely on his forehead, holding the sword tightly with both hands, the sharp sword cut his hand, blood flowed on the Liquan sword, was absorbed by the sword, turned into sword energy and flowed back along Fuyang's arm.

"Senior brother... you..." Shen Yuexiu used her spiritual power in her hands, trying to grab the sword with her bare hands.

Fu Yang stepped forward, Shen Yuexiu retreated again and again.

"Do you look down on me that much?" Fu Yang's voice was cold.

"You are not Fu Yangmei." Shen Yuexiu said with a weak and trembling voice.

"Brother's evil side, how can you say no?" With a wicked smile on the corner of Fu Yang's mouth, his eyes were full of malice, cruel and bloodthirsty, he raised his hand high, towards Shen Yuexiu's face Call to go.

Shen Yuexiu's eyes frightened, Fu Yang's slap hit his hair, lifting it up.

A trace of doubt and astonishment flashed in Fu Yang's eyes, which disappeared in a blink of an eye, and he returned to normal, with a seductive tone: "Let go, let my sword penetrate your body."

"Senior brother." Shen Yuexiu called out over and over again, moving her feet back and forth, transporting the water thunder beads in her body onto the tip of the sword with great effort.

A gust of lightning flowed down the sword to his hand, Fu Yang's hand went numb, Shen Yuexiu raised her foot and kicked towards his hand, then kicked his abdomen.

Before Fu Yang could hold the sword tightly, he was hit in the abdomen and took two steps back.

Shen Yuexiu leaned back, and the sword was pulled out of his body.

He immediately slid sideways to his side along the sword, lunged forward, clasped his wrist, broke it, and then gave him a heavy punch.

In Fu Yang's impression, he had to use his spiritual power to punch, but now he was able to punch this kind of power with his bare hands.

He took two steps back in pain, and soon the pain disappeared. He didn't take it seriously, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "I'm careless."

Shen Yuexiu trembled twice, covered her wound, and looked at him vigilantly.

"Sword demon, stop." Just as he was about to attack Shen Yuexiu, a group of people with black masks suddenly appeared and shouted loudly. The leader of the black masks stood up and said, "Hand over the sword in your hand and catch him without a fight. Please forgive me!" Not dead."

"Black face? Heh, it's funny." There was a murderous look in his eyes, and he looked at them contemptuously.

"Coincidentally, we not only want the sword, but we also want to kill." Another group of people wore off-white robes with hoods to hide their faces tightly. The robes were embroidered with white flowers, which were a little bright Eye.

Fu Yang looked at it coldly, with a look in his eyes that no one could do anything about it, and no one looked down on him. Shen Yuexiu clutched her abdomen, feeling that the voice of the person coming was familiar.

"Hmph, the kang head is masked. If you want people to not know it, don't leave your butt for others to see. White flowers are bitter." Humanity wearing a black mask said.

"From your conversation, I know that you are a dirty organization." The gray-robed man said.

"Speaking out will scare you to death." As soon as the black-faced leader finished speaking, everyone in the crowd exuded boiling murderous aura, and the gray-robed crowd couldn't breathe.

"The evil demon heretics, there is no evidence, everyone concentrates and calms down, and the sky will not be shocked." The leader of the gray robe said.

Suddenly, another cloud of black air emerged from the ground, and several people appeared, short in stature, with bronze masks with teeth and claws on their faces.

"Since everyone wants that sword, or go up together first, kill him, and then grab the sword."

This group of people had sharp voices, their eyes were rolling around, and they were full of cunning.