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There was a little bit of desolation and sadness in his heart, Ye Yinfeng frantically gathered the remaining true qi in his body, and his body began to show a bit of prostration. The golden light emitted by the jade sword in the hand of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info is also a little weaker, but the sword shadow that swept up is also clearly visible, only the figure that turns sharply like the wind is still struggling to support it with stripes of afterimages.

Regarding the death of the old yellow dog, the monstrous hatred in Ye Yinfeng's heart is difficult to eliminate, and only the real murderer behind the scenes died in his own hands can he be calmed down. But he knew that the situation was already in danger, and the four guards who rushed forward launched an even more fierce attack without fear of life and death. And he can only use the remaining true qi in his body to do the final battle of the trapped beast, although he really wants 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, not afraid of no firewood, this eternal truth he still understood, but as a swordsman, the proud nature of the heart made him stay. Don't say whether he can escape, even if he escapes, and the corpse of the old yellow dog, he can't abandon it. For the sword in his hand, for the sword intent in his heart, or to preserve the corpse of the old yellow dog, he felt that he had to fight against this group of guards, until the last drop of blood in his body was shed, until the last trace of true qi in his body was consumed, he did not hesitate.

Ling Ke died with dignity, and Ling Ke lived and died with this old yellow dog, and he was not willing to just run away by himself. The indomitable sword intent in his heart became more and more clearly imprinted in his mind, and at this time, he suddenly had a feeling in his heart that the sword heart was clear, which was the essence of the sword, and it was also the nature that he had to abide by. Thinking of this, he only felt as if a shackle had been broken, and he only felt that the hazy sword intent that lingered in his mind began to become clear.

At this time, he felt that he and the Panyu Sword in his hand seemed to be more coherent, and the feeling of connecting the sword heart spontaneously arose. The soft sword also seemed to be inspired, and it made a soft groan, like a phoenix roaring and a dragon's groan, which went straight to his mind. The swordsmanship in his hand became more coherent, and a natural sword move swayed out from his hand.

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 stretched out. He vaguely felt that such a state of mind was of great benefit to his swordsmanship. This mysterious sword intent was quickly thrown away by him, because he had to overcome this tribulation in order to truly understand all this.

In fact, his swordsmanship is also quite proficient, but the swordsmanship he wields only has its shape, but it has no meaning, which he himself did not expect. He didn't think about it deeply, he had been groping for these alone, and with the accumulation of exploration, he finally found the threshold of sword intent.

Although the sword in his hand did not have a stronger light, the swordsmanship he unleashed was even more powerful. I saw that the sword flower held up by the Panyu Sword in his hand emitted a brilliant light. The layers of sword shadows contained a powerful power that could not be ignored, and the sword curtain containing a fierce aura blocked the four guards who were attacking strongly, making their bodies wrong, and they took a step back.

There was a terrifying glint in their eyes, and they saw that the blue-shirted young man at the end of the strong crossbow was about to run out of energy, and the sword shadow that was far less dazzling than the original light could be seen. But the weapons they attacked would be blocked by the opponent's sword curtain, and the residual strength of the counterattack came from their wrists, and the huge force of the recoil stunned their figures, and they didn't feel that they had retreated.

Holding back the horror in their hearts, they rushed forward again with strong doubts, and they were greeted by a sword move that seemed to be weak and weak, but in fact it was extremely powerful. Swing the blades in their hands directly, so that they don't feel that they have returned in vain.

The body turned around a few times, and the cold light suddenly exploded, and the guards who were afraid of life and death once again condensed the true yuan of their whole bodies, and waved a fierce momentum, heading straight towards the blue-shirted young man. There was only that awe-inspiring color in their eyes, and the aura on their faces was rich and dispersed. The cold light in their hands couldn't help but wave like the freezing point pouring out, with a more fierce momentum, a stronger aura like a sting, and it rose gloomily around them.

With a "hiss", the radiant golden light rolled up a splash of blood, but I saw that one person's legs were weak, and his body couldn't help but stagger. I saw that a blood-spattered white wound on the man's right shoulder was overflowing with thick blood, and the weapon in the man's hand couldn't help but tremble, without any fighting intent.

A sword technique like a stroke of genius, a natural sword style, and a glittering golden glow.

The sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand was light and light, turning simplicity into immortality, and the overflowing golden mangs turned into a swimming dragon that roamed the sky, surging towards his surroundings. With a few slight dull sounds, the besieging figures suddenly took a few steps back, and it was difficult to hide the fear in their hearts. No matter how much a person is not afraid of death, when he really gets the moment of life and death, he will also show an unconcealable fear, which does not mean that he is afraid of death, but human nature.

There were only a few drops of true qi left in his body, and Ye Yinfeng had a trace of bitterness in his heart, silently carrying the mantra, hoping to replenish the consumed true qi in time. But to his disappointment, in his dantian, the three tiny vortices did not react at all, and there were only a few wisps of true qi left in the dantian.

There was a great deal of sorrow in his heart, but there was no way out for him to retreat, for the group of guards had shrunk the encirclement like a tide. The shrinking battlefield, the increased number of people, all of this did not bring too much pressure to Ye Yinfeng, and after his heel was the corpse of the old yellow dog, and if he took a step back, he would definitely step on the corpse of the yellow dog. And it was impossible for him to perform that intricate footwork again. He didn't want to step on the corpse of the yellow dog, and he couldn't retreat, so he could only take a step back himself, and then all the attacks would fall on the corpse of the yellow dog.

There is no way to retreat, there is only one battle, to the end. Ye Yinfeng's heart was shocked, tonight will be a night full of blood, he didn't look at the blood splashing on the ground, but he clearly knew that the strong blood with a lush silk breath spread wildly around. Even the light mist that turned into snow and blood was covered with a faint bright red, and the white mist was dyed with a faint blood red, and the incomparably strange night left a grave imprint in everyone's hearts.

The true qi was exhausted, but the sword technique and sword style were still there, Ye Yinfeng was not afraid of the four guards who pounced on him, and raised the Panyu Sword in his hand to meet the attack. The sword in his hand was extremely agile, and with a fierce aura, it cut off the blades in the hands of those guards. His body was misplaced, and the golden glow was pointed at a guard with a broken dagger in his hand.

A miserable cry sounded in everyone's ears, and the guard didn't expect that the other party could wield such a superb god-like sword technique when his true qi was exhausted. The guard's arm had been pierced through a bloody hole, and the guard's face turned pale and his body suddenly retreated.

One blow didn't kill the guard, Ye Yinfeng secretly sighed a pity, but he didn't care too much, after all, it was not easy to have such an achievement when his true qi was exhausted.

He turned around again, and before he could make up for it, he raised the jade sword in his hand and stabbed at another guard at a strange angle. The shadow of the sword suddenly rose up like a frenzy in the sky, and the guard was stunned by the golden ray. The guard's face was startled, and he hurriedly retreated, but the dazzling golden light pierced straight at a tricky angle.

With a "poof", a golden light flashed, and a little red spot like cinnabar suddenly appeared on the guard's eyebrows. The guard's body suddenly stiffened, and before the horrified gaze of his eyes could be fully condensed, he fell to the ground with a bang.

Ye Yinfeng wanted to raise the jade sword in his hand again and stab at the other two guards, but at this time, the two guards had already distanced themselves from him a little, and they were already beyond the killing range of the jade sword. And the vacant seats of the two guards who were injured and killed happened to be filled, but there were three.

The five of them held bloodthirsty blades and surged towards Ye Yinfeng, their hands glowing with cold light, and they constantly had to wander around Ye Yinfeng. There was also a cold-eyed Captain Su staring at him without hesitation, as long as Ye Yinfeng was slightly inadvertently exposed, the cold-eyed Captain Su would come unexpectedly.

There was not a drop of true qi left in his body, and Ye Yinfeng's arms began to pantothenic acid, he could only use the only remaining strength to swing the sword in his hand, and the footwork under his feet began to be messy. He looked at it coldly, and a touch of desolation rose in his heart, but for some reason, he had to be very calm in his heart, so calm that there were no waves. The cold face, the blood-red eyes had already returned to normal with the exhaustion of the strange true qi in his body.

The sword in his hand began to dull a little, and the sword that was flying around began to slow down gradually. No matter how superb his swordsmanship was, and how unremarkable his sword was, the true qi in his body was exhausted, and the strength in his body was also exhausted, and a huge fatigue rushed into his mind.

With a "hiss", a tricky blade with an endless forest slashed through his thigh, causing his body to pause, and a huge pain immediately came from his body. Without looking, scorching blood flowed from his thighs, splashing on the street mixed with snow and blood.

A cold light flashed in those vicious eyes, and the narrow cold knife in his hand picked up a cold moon and a cold sword shadow, and slashed diagonally towards Ye Yinfeng's back. Suddenly, the air hissed fiercely, and the lightning-fast blade instantly reached Ye Yinfeng's back.

With a shudder, Ye Yinfeng's feet slipped, but unexpectedly, another blade stabbed straight in front of him, and its location was exactly his heart. Physically and mentally exhausted, his left leg made another mistake on the ground, and an arc was drawn under his feet, and his body was on one side. The blade that pierced his chest slashed through his chest,

Then he dodged the attack in front of him, but he didn't dodge the slash in the back, although his body turned to the side to dodge these two killing moves. But the long knife on his back swept up in a strange arc around his back. Suddenly, Ye Yinfeng felt a hot feeling in his back, and a tearing pain came from his vest.

The surging attack, coupled with the sneak attack in the back and the stab under the leg, Ye Yinfeng at this time really reached the point of running out of oil and running out. The exhaustion that came to his body like a tide also made him exhausted, and the golden mangs in his hands were no longer as sharp as they were at the beginning.

Biting the tip of his tongue, he was very energetic, and the golden mangs that Ye Yinfeng stabbed out carried a few gorgeous blood flowers, both his and the enemy's. The scorching blood on his face shook his heart. He didn't know if the blood was his own or the enemy's.

Ye Yinfeng only felt that his consciousness began to blur a little, and the pictures flashed in his mind. The peerless woman of the green shadow swept into his mind first, the dusty face with low eyebrows and a smile, and the slender and gentle figure. Then there is the raging fire, a lonely ruin, the little sister Ye Ruyan with two little butterflies in her long hair, also appeared in his mind, as well as his family, a face of antination, and a wordless word.

In the end, Ye Yinfeng subconsciously swayed his Panyu Sword to his heart's content, and bursts of piercing screams came out, but he couldn't hear it. He just felt that he was too tired, and his body seemed to be out of his control, and he was about to collapse. He didn't know how many sneak attacks he had already received on his body, and how much blood had flowed in his body.

The pathos that could not pour out from his heart was blocked in his throat like a thorn, unable to be pulled out, let alone vented. His consciousness was getting weaker and weaker, and he only felt that he was like a duckweed on the sea, and he could be drowned by the roaring sky at any moment.

When his consciousness was about to be completely depressed, his mind inexplicably flashed the chubby face, an unruly expression, and the oil-stained robe. However, the chubby face gradually disappeared into nothing. But his consciousness seemed to have escaped into the endless darkness, and finally he slowly lost consciousness.