Without looking back, Luo Lieyun knew that it was a flying needle.

This flying needle came from the trunk of a large tree behind him, and it was the one that Yuan Yan shot earlier.

For a cultivator of artistic conception, there is indeed a way to shoot a flying needle and then retract it, but even he has never heard of a cultivator of artistic conception being able to retract a flying needle after shooting it for such a long time.

A jet-gold short stick appeared in Luo Lieyun's hand.

He didn't turn around, and the stick struck back.

There was a clang, and the flying needle shot from behind was smashed out by him.

It's just that at this moment, more than ten sounds of breaking the air sounded in front of him.

It was still those ordinary prismatic darts, common hidden weapons in the hands of cultivators in the Padang area, but this time, the more than ten points of cold light flew down to his body in different routes.

Bang bang bang ...

An incomparably dense sound rang out in the air between the two.

Luo Lieyun's body flickered, and the palm of his left hand slapped off all the cold rays he couldn't dodge.

Neither the flying needle nor these hidden weapons could really hurt his body.

It's just that his gaze when he looks at Yuan Yan is completely different.

This kind of method of wielding the secret weapon and using the true element to fly the secret weapon in different lines is also not a means that ordinary cultivators will know.

Yuan Yan really took out the sword at this time.

Her expression was solemn, and there was even a sense of madness in her eyes when she looked at Luo Lieyun.

That's her real killer move.

A sharp roar erupted from between her thin lips, extremely sharp.

When this roar came out, the powerful True Yuan, which had been hidden in the depths of her body for a long time, instantly injected the famous sword of the Southern Dynasty in her hand at a terrifying speed.

The sword lit up instantly.

A bright moon spawns in her hands.

"What kind of sword pose is this?"

Luo Lieyu Huo Ran changed color, and his perception turned out to be a sword light, but he couldn't tell that sword light was the real entity.

His body frantically retreated backwards, and at the same time, the jet-gold short stick in his hand let out a sharp metallic sound, and a dark golden light splashed from the short stick.

At the same time, several moonlight-like sword qi slammed into this dark golden light, making a popping sound, turning into clusters of beautiful white rays that shattered outward.

Luo Lieyun snorted.

His body shook violently, and a fountain of blood shot out from under his left collarbone.

"Who the hell are you?"

At this moment, the shock and even fear of his heart overpowered greed, and his body continued to retreat sharply, and at the same time, a sharp cry burst out from his lips and teeth.

He hadn't even heard of this kind of method that could condense sword qi and shoot it!

Yuan Yan's hand holding the sword trembled slightly at this time.

There was no smugness in her heart, but a deep sense of remorse.

She didn't expect that she used the strongest means to unsuccessfully stab the other party's heart.

It was only a few inches off, and her sword aura could kill this person.

If she had known this, she should have postponed this method a little longer.

It's just that in the life-and-death battle of cultivators, there is no early knowledge and no regrets.

"You're definitely not a student at any college in Patong County, and there is no college in Patong County that can teach a student like you. Luo Lieyun's left hand landed near his collarbone, and the true yuan flowing from his palm and fingers forcibly stopped the bleeding from the wound. He looked at Yuan Yan's pursed lips and said word by word.

Yuan Yan didn't answer anything.

She took a slow, deep breath despite the stabbing pain in her throat and between her chest and lungs.

She needs to calm her mind quickly and then figure out what else can be done to deal with such an opponent.

However, Luo Lieyun did not give her enough time to think.

A loud shout rang out in the miasma in front of her.

Luo Lieyun's feet trampled the ground violently in a row, and a sound like a god-king's hammer drum continued to reach her heart from the ground.

Poof.

Her heart couldn't withstand such pressure, and a mouthful of blood spurted straight out of her mouth.

This is a kind of secret technique that Luo Lieyun used before, when this secret technique strikes again, the gap in the realm not only damages her heart, but also makes the true yuan hidden in her body unable to flow with her mind.

The sword in her hand grew heavy.

Her face turned pale.

How can I not be killed by the man in front of me?

She was still thinking about this question in her mind, but what appeared more clearly in her mind at this time was what kind of means she used to commit suicide, so as not to fall into the hands of the other party and be humiliated.

There was a look of sarcasm in Luo Lieyun's eyes.

He saw the girl's thoughts.

His footsteps scrept.

The sound of hammering Yuan Yan's heart suddenly disappeared.

Burst!

Yuan Yan vomited another mouthful of blood.

She was trying her best to control the true element in her body, but at this moment, the pressure in her body disappeared instantly, but the true yuan in her body was destroyed by her, like a wild horse that had escaped, but it instantly broke away several of her meridians.

A wind that can be described as "gloomy" sounded in a low voice.

A slight noise sounded in Yuan Yan's waist.

An icy tingling sensation of metal landed on her skin and then deep into the flesh of her waist.

At this moment, Yuan Yan felt the threat of death, but her perception was still very clear.

She knew that what had pierced her flesh was a flying sword.

Luo Lieyu, a strange cultivator, turned out to be more than just a flying sword, he also had an even more insidious flying sword.

When this flying sword pierced her body, many silk true yuan flowed out of the sword body of this flying sword, deeply penetrating into her meridians and blood.

Her body stiffened.

It's not that she's too frightened, it's that she's really out of control of her body.

"You...."

At this moment, Luo Lieyun, who was already showing happiness on his face, suddenly screamed.

He felt a terrifying power ignite in the sword wound under his collarbone, and it was rapidly spreading towards his body.

When he lowered his head, he saw that his wound was bleeding again, but the blood that flowed was a strange green, like a peacock's feather.

"What poison!"

Luo Lieyun shouted angrily again.

This toxin was not only eroding his flesh and blood, but also dissolving the true element in his body.

And at this moment, he reacted to the origin of this toxin.

That kind of pure sword qi couldn't be attached to poison, this poison came from his hands, from the shadow poison needle he had caught before, or the kind of seemingly ordinary hidden weapon.

"Is this my ultimate fate?"

Yuan Yan didn't care about Luo Lieyun's voice, such a voice sounded in her heart.

Because she knew that the other party's poisoning couldn't change anything.

Since the other party's cultivation and true yuan power had already made her misjudge, since that sword could not kill this cultivator, the other party could still hold on for a long time under such a toxin attack.

She didn't want to die at the hands of this man, or be humiliated by this man before he died.

However, she herself does not have an antidote to this toxin, so it is like sunrise and sunset, everything has a fixed result, and it is impossible to change.

Maybe give her another chance, even if the other party has such a secret technique that can directly dissipate her true essence, she may do a better job, and may be able to kill such an opponent.

It's just that there's no chance of a new one.

She felt a deep sorrow.