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.

And the pheasant Youyuan knife in Hong Hui's hand suddenly became as heavy as Mount Tai at that moment, and he couldn't pick it up anymore, and the head of the knife fell to the ground with a click.

Lan Yutang retracted his sword, and the blade of the sword hung down obliquely, letting the night rain fall on it, making a long roar.

Lan Yutang said: Now, you have planted six swords, if you continue to persist like this, you will only suffer and suffer from suffering, so I advise you to solve yourself better.

However, it seems that people like you would never do this, otherwise, you would not have stood in the rivers and lakes for twenty years.

Still, it's best to find a real opponent, even if you're going to die by my sword in the end.

For the real opponent, I will definitely do my best to greet you well, and I will greet you well with the last sword of my Phoenix Dance Nine Swords.

The name of the last sword of my Phoenix Dance Nine Swords is Phoenix Rushing to the Nine Heavens.

This sword, like his name, was created when the phoenix was reborn in the smelting of hellfire.

Although the phoenix after Nirvana was reborn from the ashes, the person who was hit by this sword was going to die, no one was an exception, and the same was true for your lightning sword Honghui.

From the seven pinhole-sized wounds, not only Hong Hui's blood slowly flowed out, but also his true strength, his courage and courage.

At this moment, Hong Hui no longer had the majesty that he had at the beginning, his body was shaky, and he could hardly stand still, but he suddenly sneered and said:

But the way you are now, can you still use this deadly sword? Hmph, you are still young and impatient.

Hearing this, Lan Yutang was suddenly stunned, as if he didn't understand why this half-dead Hong Hui would appear like this.

Before he could figure it out, Lan Yutang felt a flash in front of him, and then, in front of him, a brilliant and dazzling light suddenly fell from the sky.

The light immediately enveloped his body, like a web woven with the light of lightning, sealing the barrier between his attacks and his defenses.

Hong Hui didn't know where the strength suddenly came from, and with a wave of his hand, he saw that the net of light suddenly turned and swept towards Lan Yutang.

From all directions, let him have no way to hide, no way to dodge.

When this huge beam net tightly enveloped Lan Yutang's whole body, he suddenly felt an inexplicable, piercing pain.

And those dazzling lights like thunderbolts suddenly turned into blades one after another, slashing down from all directions and angles.

The blade slashed through his shirt and cut his muscles, and the phoenix barrier formed by the Hellfire Barrier was also broken.

The red blood also flowed down and merged with the rain on the ground.

Lan Yutang was in pain, his body shook slightly, and he hurriedly used the immortal jade flute to hold the ground, supporting his body in pain, looking at Hong Hui and saying in a deep voice: This, this, what is going on?

Hong Hui slowly got up from the ground, stood facing the rain, looked at Lan Yutang and said coldly: Hmph, perhaps, you have forgotten one thing, my nickname is called Lightning Knife.

Do you think that the lightning knife hat was really put on by me, and have you forgotten how many knives I have slashed at you since I first fought you?

Do you really think that these Pheasant Youyuan Swords are completely overwhelmed by the onslaught of your Phoenix Dance Nine Swords, and they are blown away like dust?

Hmph, judging from the way you look now, I don't think you can use the last sword of the Nine Swords of the Phoenix Dance and rush to the Nine Heavens.

Speaking of this, he raised the Pheasant Youyuan Knife that was dragged on the ground high, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and said loudly: Now, this last move is still up to me, and the cloud of the Pheasant Youyuan Knife will break through the sky.

The sword was swung out, and the wind rose, blowing the heavy rain that was still falling from the sky almost to stop.

The clouds were blown away by the sword qi, and even the sky was about to be cut.

In the knife wind, Lan Yutang's body was rolled up, his clothes were scattered, and the green silk danced wildly, flying towards the endless night rain sky at an arc angle, merging with the vast night rain.

Then, everything is quiet again.

The rain that had been blown away by the strength of the blade fell again, and fell on the steps in front of Hong Hui, crackling.

Hong Hui was exhausted, and the muscles in his body had even begun to stiffen, and he was not moving.

He slowly placed the streamlined head of the Pheasant Yuyuan knife on the ground, the handle of the knife was at his waist, and with a snort, he tore a few cloth bands from the hem of his robe, and roughly bandaged the wound from the Phoenix Sword.

Then, looking at those endless night rain overhead, he muttered: It's over, is it all over?

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly shook a few times, and then he screamed.

Suddenly, there were two more pinhole-sized cuts on his abdomen and shoulders, and red blood was slowly flowing out of these two and the six that had just been pierced.

Blood gushed out through the freshly bandaged strip of cloth.

Looking at the eight wounds on his body that were slowly getting bigger and gurgling and bleeding, Hong Hui almost collapsed, and his originally resolute and cold face suddenly became distorted.

This, this, what the hell is going on?

He had obviously defeated Lan Yutang, but why did he still get hit by the sword?

He couldn't figure it out, he really couldn't figure it out.

However, he knew that the reason for all this was about to be revealed.

Just when he couldn't figure it out and screamed loudly, Lan Yutang, who had already been the most powerful move of his Pheasant You Yuan Knife, suddenly reappeared after being swept into the night rain with the sword qi that broke through the sky.

In the sound of the night rain, in Hong Hui's terrible screams, Lan Yutang slowly floated down with the night rain falling from the sky, and fell lightly in front of Hong Hui.

Then, with a flick of his hand, he took off the outer shirt that had been cut messily by the blade of Hong Hui's pheasant Youyuan knife, revealing a tight-fitting suit inside.

The immortal jade flute, which had been transformed into the sword of the phoenix, was hidden behind his elbow, like the unbreakable backing of his immortal phoenix, looking at Hong Hui and sneering:

It's a pity that although the most powerful move of your pheasant Youyuan knife is actually groundbreaking, it doesn't work for me.

Because you have been hit by the eight swords of the Nine Swords of Feng Wu, although these eight swords did not take your life, but they have already paralyzed your whole body and lost your senses, so that your sword skills have greatly lost their murderous aura.

Speaking of this, he suddenly snorted coldly, teasing and ridiculing with a face, and said: On the contrary, look at your own body.

Hong Hui was stunned for a moment, and then, nodding his head, he found that the eight wounds on his body that had been pierced by the Phoenix Sword had broken through the strip of cloth that had just been bandaged and expanded to the size of a wine glass.

Blood poured out.

Sprinkled all over the body, sprinkled all over the ground, like withered poppy petals all over the ground, like the wind, like madness, poured by the night rain above the head, with a cruel atmosphere.

Hong Hui really collapsed and said loudly: This, this, what's going on?