Chapter 974

"Haha, then I have to look forward to it." Jing Yuan smiled and turned away.

The phantom of the giant sword paused in mid-air for a moment, and then slashed straight down at Blade and Imbibitor Lunae, as if it were a guillotine, and even more like the sky falling.

Dan Heng dodged in time and was only involved in the aftermath, without suffering too much damage.

Blade didn't dodge or evade, and used his immortal body to resist this familiar sword.

This feeling! This feeling! The feeling of being pierced through vital points time and time again, and being killed time and time again!

"This sword... is really familiar."

Blade looked at the wounds on his body, feeling the pain that was weaker but roughly the same, and the blood color in his eyes became more and more vigorous.

He gritted his teeth:

"Did that woman teach you?"

"Then you only have a dead end!"

Feeling the changes and fluctuations in the master's state of mind, the Shili sword, which had already faintly emitted light, now shone with fierce light.

Other shore flowers bloomed at Blade's feet, the petals illusory but almost real.

The salty wind blew, and a red light suddenly erupted, occupying Yanqing's entire field of vision.

Using the previous move, Yanqing's consumption was not small, but he didn't expect to be counterproductive; not only did he fail to defeat the two, but he made Blade remember something, stimulating his ferocity.

He hurriedly blocked, but was still affected; a huge force passed along the sword body, wanting to shake the long sword in his hand away; in a moment of distraction, Yanqing took a solid sword.

Even with true energy protecting his body, he felt unbearable pain, as if he had been hit by a star-skiff head-on; his throat surged with sweetness, Yanqing couldn't support it, knelt on one knee, and couldn't get up again.

Flying swords fell all over the ground, but let alone controlling the flying swords, Yanqing couldn't even control his own body.

He didn't let go of the sword handle, squeezing the little remaining strength in his muscles, wanting to support his body and continue fighting:

"I can still... fight again..."

At this time, Kafka clapped her hands:

"Okay, everyone, listen to me: stop."

Slept through it again... I'll send half first.......