In the moment before they were about to be smashed into powder, they were as nervous as if they had been blown up enough to explode.

However, the kind of tragic scene they had envisioned in their minds did not materialize.

Just at the moment when he couldn't carry them to the two protruding rocks and was about to pass through the middle, Lan Yutang and Shang Tianxiang only felt that they had been nervous to the limit, and the tendons and veins that were tightened and retracted seemed to be freed from the restraints, and suddenly stretched.

The blood in the twenty-four veins of their bodies suddenly boiled and gushed out at once.

Then, only to hear the two sounds of "wow", the two of them couldn't bear it anymore, and they vomited all of a sudden, spitting out a large cloud of dirty black blood.

After this mouthful of blood was spit out, the two of them felt that their chests suddenly opened up a lot, and they were no longer as heavy and depressed as before.

At this time, their scalps were almost about to hit the two rocks, and they couldn't die, and suddenly with their left foot as a support point, their right foot lightly stepped on it.

I saw that he suddenly made a 180-degree turn, and his head, which was about to hit the stone, suddenly changed direction and flew back.

And the blood in Lan Yutang and Shang Tianxiang's body continued to surge under the influence of the strong force brought about by this sudden change of direction.

The threads in the body that had been deposited and clogged seemed to suddenly become unblocked, as if clearing the highway blocked by stones.

Lan Yutang suddenly felt that his body was full of power again, and the true power that kept leaking out seemed to have returned to his body at this moment.

Not only was the lost true power fully restored, but he seemed to feel that a new true power was slowly enriching his new body.

Oh no, it should be said that new blood was filling his body.

His whole body seemed to start to swell, and it swelled so much that it was like a tire that had been completely filled with gas, and it was about to explode.

The feeling of swelling was already unbearable for him.

At this time, he really wanted to break free from the palm of his dead hand and fully regain the instinct of physical freedom, and he even wanted to fly freely like a bird.

However, these thoughts were only fleeting in my mind.

And these fleeting thoughts could not drive his actions for the time being.

He has always been a person with strong self-control, not to mention, on his chest and back, there are two acupuncture points that cannot be sealed by death.

These two sealed acupoints were like shackles on him, making him unable to move, unable to relax, and unable to even breathe under the strong swelling force.

Although Lan Yutang felt extremely painful at the moment, and felt that the blood in his body was about to break through the wound on his chest that was surging bigger and bigger and was about to gush out completely, he still stared at him calmly, watching him run between those protruding stone walls, quickly, violently.

And his body has begun to change completely as the speed and rhythm of his movement between the stone walls has increased.

At this time, his mood was surging and his blood was pumping, and he seemed to be unable to completely control his emotions.

Although his ten fingers were slightly bent, they were clenched tightly, as if he wanted to clench his fist, and as if he wanted to grasp the clenched fist and slowly stretch out.

Finally, I don't know how long it took, he suddenly felt a powerful and rapid internal breath suddenly appear in his body, surging from the soles of his feet, like wild waves, pushing towards his back and palms.

At this time, the body that couldn't die seemed to have reached its limit, and the footwork of the leaping body slowly relaxed, and he gasped for a long time.

However, the sudden swelling force in Lan Yutang's body not only did not stagnate, but instead surged more and more bravely, and surged more and more urgently.

His entire body was like a tire that had been filled with gas and was about to explode.

Then, the wound on his chest that was used to release the black blood in his body felt as if he had been stabbed again, and he could no longer suppress his emotions.

Under the control of pain, I saw that he suddenly went crazy, and screamed wildly, and his body rushed straight up like an arrow off the string.

Then, a golden light flashed through the dull and dim corridor, completely obscuring the faint light of the torches hanging from the surrounding stone walls.

This light was like a large net that suddenly opened, and all of a sudden, it covered the death that was leaping in the air but had slowed down, and it was impenetrable, like an iron bucket.

It is the light of the golden phoenix dart.

At this moment of life and death, Lan Yutang actually shot his deadly secret weapon, the Golden Phoenix Dart, towards the death.

And Shang Tianxiang's red-faced sword was also unsheathed in an instant, and the sharp and sharp sword stabbed fiercely towards the heart that couldn't die.

Golden Phoenix Dart.

The Sword of the Red Face.

Anyone who has eyes in the rivers and lakes doesn't want to see with their own eyes the golden phoenix dart of the immortal phoenix blue jade tang is launched from the immortal jade flute as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, the shocking demeanor and stunning light that it exudes.

Perhaps, the demeanor of the golden phoenix dart is not as gorgeous and colorful as the peacock feather of the Peacock Villa in the past, nor is it as thrilling as the earth-shattering thunderbolt of the thunderbolt of the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall, and it does not have the devastating strength of the rainstorm pear flower needle of Shanxi Qixingtang, but it has its own unique charm.

When it emanated from the blood-stained immortal jade flute, it didn't seem to be as sharp or as fast as people imagined.

It just floated out slowly, slowly, like a lake with a slight spring breeze, like catkins fluttering slightly in the wind.

So soft, so light, so warm, you can clearly see it flying towards you slowly, like fireworks in a festival.

You watch it slowly rush into the clouds, and then, with a "bang", it explodes, blooming all over the sky, blooming with a gorgeous and intoxicating abundance.

But while you are still basking in the splendor of this flying flower, your person has already fallen, slowly, gently, like a sleeping child.

And that golden phoenix dart is sticking down your throat.

However, there is no trace of pain at the corner of your mouth, and there is even a slight smile, as if you were not injured by a secret weapon just now, but just plucked a rose that has just bloomed, and even has midnight dew in the stamen.

This is the Golden Phoenix Dart.

This is the Dart of Death.

And as long as there are people with eyes in the rivers and lakes, they don't want to see the peerless appearance of Shang Tianxiang's red-faced sword, because everyone knows that the owner of this red-faced sword is a rare beauty in the world.

Although she is no longer young, like the petals of late spring, beginning to wither slowly, there is a kind of charm on her body that makes people want to stop.