When I was fighting him just now, I obviously avoided it?

Hong Hui was stunned.

Lan Yutang stopped suddenly, let the endless night rain fall, and fell on the phoenix enchantment formed by his phoenix fire, scattered in all directions, and said slowly:

Yes, that is the claw of the phoenix, that is, the wound caused by the sword of the phoenix, in this world, no one can avoid the sword of the phoenix.

When the sword of the phoenix is swung, it is like an angry king of birds who attacks monsters and demons with its claws open, and a master who can devour everything in the world.

As soon as the words fell, Hong Hui screamed again.

The pain in his heart immediately spread from the small wound on his chest with the circulation of blood, surging all over his body, like a pain like ten thousand ants.

At the beginning, it was numb, cold, and I didn't feel any pain, but with the circulation of blood, the pain slowly intensified.

Not only the pain, but also the wound.

The wound, which was the size of a needle hole, slowly spreads as the pain intensifies, like the feathers of a phoenix slowly spreading its wings.

The blood, finally flowed out, mixed with the night rain, composing the cruelty of this night of rivers and lakes, forming a poignant nocturne.

In Hong Hui's screams, Lan Yutang suddenly waved the phoenix sword in his hand, and the faint, lazy smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly turned into a cruel murderous aura, and said:

Lightning Knife Honghui, now, let's taste the torture of this phoenix sword ten thousand ants devouring the heart again, and watch the second sword of the phoenix dance for nine days, the phoenix soaring.

The immortal jade flute is like a phoenix that spreads its wings and breaks through the smelting of flames.

At the flash of the sword light, Hong Hui's body suddenly lost its balance, and was forced by this fierce sword qi to throw his entire body high in the air and throw it to a wooden pillar on the side.

Wide robes hunted in the night rain.

Then, only a loud "bang" was heard, and Hong Hui's strong body pierced through the night rain, and fell down heavily, falling into the sewage all over the ground.

On the left chest, a second pinhole-sized wound appeared.

The wound was also slowly spreading, and bright red blood was oozing out.

Lan Yutang has a long jade body, Yuan Yu Yuezhi, holding one end of the immortal jade flute, sloping down slightly, the flower bell at the end is stunned, looking at Hong Hui, and said slowly:

You should have heard of the mystery and horror of the immortal jade flute, but your lightning sword Hong Hui was the first person to force me to use the phoenix sword.

My Phoenix Sword has a total of nine deadly moves, which are for the Phoenix Nine Swords, but this Phoenix Dance Nine Swords is different from other people's swordsmanship.

Other people's swords will only penetrate the opponent's chest, killing with one sword, life and death are in an instant, but the Phoenix Dance Nine Swords give the opponent time to consider.

In the process of slowly depriving you of your life, it will also slowly erode your nerves, anesthetize your consciousness, and make the muscles of your whole body feel the pain like ten thousand ants devouring your heart, and at the same time, it will also produce paralyzing sensations and even hallucinations.

And these hallucinations will make you repent of everything you have done before, just like the choices made by the phoenix when it was reborn.

Whether you will repent of your past or continue to sink in stubbornness will give you a process of consideration until you have experienced the nine pinhole-like wounds that the Nine Swords of the Phoenix Dance have stabbed on your body.

When that time comes, both physically and mentally will be destroyed, and you will truly die.

Whether you choose to die yourself, or let your body and spirit slowly die after suffering from the nine swords I stabbed, make a choice quickly.

It doesn't hurt to tell you the truth, in this world, in today's rivers and lakes, I'm afraid there is no one who can support me to use all the nine swords.

It was simply an unbearable process, the smelting of hellfire, the devouring of the murderous aura of the Shura Field, and the freezing of the frozen glaciers in the extreme north for ten thousand years were not as good as one-twelfth of them.

Hmph, it seems that your lightning sword Hong Hui will not admit defeat easily, since this is the case, then, you can continue to accept the test of this phoenix sword, and see how many swords you can withstand me.

Look, the third sword of the Nine Swords of the Phoenix Dance, the Phoenix in the sky, the fourth sword of the Nine Swords of the Phoenix Dance, the Phoenix Rushing to the Wild, the sword smelted by the fire of hell, soar like a phoenix.

In an instant, the aura of the Phoenix Sword turned into a phoenix, soaring in the night rain, flying towards the Honghui with the breath of death at the end of hell.

The biting cold rain seemed to be unable to withstand the scorching fire of the phoenix's rebirth, and scattered in all directions, turning into a cloud of mist.

The mist flew away, and suddenly turned into a thin thread, a thin needle, inserted into Hong Hui's chest, and disappeared.

Before Hong Hui could even react to what was going on, he screamed miserably, fell there, pushed the gold mountain, poured the jade pillar, and the green silk flew all over the sky.

At this moment, Hong Hui had turned into a bloody man, falling to the ground, moaning in pain, his face distorted, trembling all over, and he could not even move.

But his hand was still tightly gripping the pheasant Yuhara knife, holding the ground with the knife, as if trying to stand up, but each time it ended in failure, and each time he got up, he fell harder.

After many beatings, he finally stood up and pointed a knife at Lan Yutang, bleeding like an infusion, but his voice was still bold and shocking, and he fell coldly:

Hmph, as long as I still have a knife in my hand, I will definitely not fall, I must use this pheasant Yuyuan knife to send you to the bottom of hell, never to come back.

I'm going to make you, the so-called immortal phoenix, a real dead person, and people like you are the ones who really should be sent to the Shura Field.

Lan Yutang seemed to be forced by his aggressive momentum, his shoulders trembled slightly, and the jingling sound of the flower protection bell on the top of the immortal jade flute also looked compelling in the night rain, and said:

In that case, then, I will destroy the knife in your hand along with your body, just like your precious apprentice Zhu Ji, and turn it into a pile of ashes.

The two of them confronted each other, and then, wielding their respective knives and swords.

The pheasant swims the original knife, five fingers wide, the blade is not the shape of the arc, but the flowing water is vertical, and the head of the knife is triangular, as if it has been cut in half by a sharp weapon.

The sword of the phoenix, two fingers wide, the blade of the sword is as clear as a pool of water, held in the hand, as if it has been integrated with the vast night rain.

Swords meet, rivals meet.

Then, at the same time, the two of them swung out at the same time, like monsoon winds blowing half from different directions on the vast sea.

Then, the two people staggered past each other, setting off a powerful wave.

The wind rose, the waves passed, and the swords collided with each other to emit a crisp dragon groan.

After the sword groaned, Hong Hui was once again thrown high by the huge blade sword qi, and then, falling heavily, landed on the place where he had fallen just now.

Hong Hui's arms shook suddenly, and then there was another scream.

On his body, there were two more wounds the size of pinholes, like the buds of roses that had just grown after the night rain, blooming a little red.