"Boom..." With a loud bang, the light shield finally couldn't bear it anymore, and was blasted by the sharp swords all over the sky to create a gap the size of a fist. Hundreds of sharp swords shot in crazily, with a rapid power, but

As soon as he touched the red light in the light shield, the white light on the sword suddenly dimmed, and the power of the sword became much smaller in an instant.

"Qiuqiu, don't be distracted, I'll stop it!" Fang Yan roared, and stomped his feet underground, soaring into the sky like a sharp arrow. At the same time, his whole body was full of blue and red light, spreading red

There is a bit of weirdness between the lights.

Although he broke his arm and was still injured in his body when he was weak, Fang Yan was still extremely brave at this critical moment of life and death. He stood in the place where the gap must pass, and waved his fist and feet quickly, "

Bang bang..." sound kept coming, and swords that had been weakened by the red light fell to the ground like scrap iron after being hit hard by his fists.

Fang Yan's speed is getting faster and faster, and it is difficult for the naked eye to see his punches and kicks clearly. He can only vaguely see phantoms. Fang Yan's ruthlessness and accuracy are at the extreme, and he rushed in from the gap.

The countless sharp swords were all knocked down by Fang Yan at an extremely fast speed. Even one of them could not avoid his fists and feet. In just a few breaths, Fang Yan had already knocked down thousands of sharp swords.

, piled up on the ground like scrap iron...

At this time, Fang Yan's face was grim, and his incomplete body was like a mountain standing in front of the gap, forming a solid and majestic barrier. His figure was like a god of war in the eyes of everyone, with a god coming to kill the god, and a man was the one who was in charge of the pass.

The momentum of a man who has no choice!

Seeing that all the people in the Wanjian Sect were speechless, their throats were squirming and their breathing was sucked.

"Boom..." What worries Fang Yan the most happened. Another gap was blasted in another part of the light shield. Fang Yan had no time to clone, and could only resist while watching the dense sword invade.

, the heart is full of desolation.

"Crack!" Dozens of red lightning as thick as fingers suddenly appeared in time, knocking all the swords that rushed in to rotten iron. The little beast grinned and flashed to the gap, no longer caring about those

More and more cracks were coming, and they swung their claws and sacrificed their thunder to resist the sharp sword that kept pouring in.

Seeing the little beast looking willing to go out and not admit defeat, Fang Yan was shocked. Even the little guy was not afraid of, what else should I worry about? How many times have I been spent between life and death? How many times have I been through me and the little guy?

Will you recognize the bear in front of these tens of thousands of broken swords?

Being exaggerated by the little beast, a sense of heroism suddenly arose, filling the whole heart. Fang Yan laughed unrestrainedly: "Little guy, thank you! How afraid of these broken swords! Let's beat them into broken iron together!

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"Chirky." The little beast's long roar was passed by, responding to Fang Yan, without a trace of fear in his screams.

One man and one beast seemed to have forgotten his fatigue. The same movement was mechanically swung thousands of times, and the dim and colorless iron swords fell to the ground in pieces and weakly, just a moment, and it had already been

A hill of iron piled up...

Tens of thousands of sharp swords were knocked down by Fang Yan and the little beast. They did not miss one of the swords that rushed in, but their hearts did not relax.

"Damn it, is there really a sword that can never be used?" Looking at the sword rain that was still everywhere in the sky, Fang Yan cursed fiercely. He was now on the verge of exhaustion. If this continues, he will

He was really about to be unable to hold on! Even though he was chewing herbs in his mouth, he could not withstand such huge consumption, not to mention that he had experienced a death battle first and was seriously injured.

"Boom boom boom..." Before Fang Yan's words could be finished, several loud noises rang around the light shield, accompanied by a slight breaking sound, which made Fang Yan's heart suddenly burst.

Several holes appeared on the light shield at the same time, and then the light shield could not hold on, and it broke into pieces, turning into a snow-white stone shell and falling into a dim and fell to the ground.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish." Countless sharp swords went crazy, the sound of the wind roared in his ears, pouring like a storm, piercing Fang Yan and the little beast.

"Qiuqiu." Fang Yan's eyes were filled with bloodshots, and he shouted in surprise. The meaning contained in it made the little beast who had already reached the extreme understanding of him instantly understand.

The little beast resolutely gave up the hundreds of sharp swords in front of it. At the moment when countless sharp swords were not completely poured down, it sprinted wildly at the fastest speed in its life, successfully flashing to Fang Yan's side, and with Fang Yan back to his back

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The faces of each person and the beast showed a stern look. They wanted to have a final fight, and perhaps this would be the last battle they left in the world!

There was no fear on their faces. In addition to being absolutely complete, there was also a vague sense of heroism!

Those disciples of Wanjian Sect who wished Fang Yan would die soon, including the leader of Wanjian, had to feel a deep admiration in their hearts when they saw Fang Yan's expression at this time.

Among the thousands of swords, he was not afraid, but was proud. How many people in the world can do it? This should be true for a big man!

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The figure was already there, and no one knew what was inside. Only a slight "bang" sound was faintly heard, but it was covered by the howling wind...

"Bang bang..." In the center of the densest sword rain, Fang Yan and the little beast tried their best to resist the infinite sharp swords pierced from all directions. The red blood light emitted by the little beast slowly broke due to the cracking of the light shield.

Dissipated. Without the red light, the power of those sharp swords was significantly greater.

Their movements were almost at their peak, with their backs against each other, but in this secret sword that was filled with endless rain, no matter how tacit understanding or fast it was useless, and they began to constantly resist their swords.

Fortunately, their flesh-body strength is extremely powerful, and those individual swords are not very powerful, so the swords did not penetrate into their bodies at once, but just picked out the flesh.

Blood rushes out, but Fang Yan and the little beast dare not distract themselves at all. The nerves are tense and their eyes are fierce and they will resist. Until the last moment, they will never give up.

After dozens of breaths, at this moment, it seemed like it had become endless. The sword rain pouring from the sky seemed to gradually become less and less invisibly. I don’t know when it was no longer so dense.

Fang Yan and the little beast were stabbed for a few times. The body was covered in blood and there was no complete piece of good meat. They resisted and protected the vital points, which led to the miserable appearance.

But he was not at the dying state.

The monks of Wanjian Sect outside stared at the secret sword with a nervous expression. They didn't know if the young man, like a war god, and the strange little beast, had died. The combat power that the young man had just shown was too strong, and it seemed

Everything could happen to him. Even though they had absolute confidence in the Ten Thousand Sword Formation, in front of the incredible young man, the depths of his heart began to shake.

A deep sense of powerlessness rose from Fang Yan's heart, and a desolate smile rose from the corners of his blood-stained mouth. He could no longer resist it. With such constant huge consumption, he was finally exhausted...

On the other hand, the little beast is not much stronger than Yan Yan. Its claws are waving weakly, and the lightning of the originally powerful riot has become much smaller, and it seems that it can't hold on for long.

Their wounds were getting more and more, and their flesh was picked up by sharp swords, and their wounds were getting deeper and deeper. They were almost seeing the bones below. The little beast's purple hair was dyed red by blood. Even though the skin was full of flesh, it

But one of the hairs was strangely not falling off...

"Little guy... live well!" Fang Yan's low voice came into the little beast's ears, and his tone revealed deep apology and doting. Then he used the last trace of fighting blood in his body and shook it away violently.

The sharp sword around him turned sharply, and his big hand swept away the sharp sword that stabbed the little beast, pressing his whole body towards the little beast, protecting it under him.

"If you want to die, just let me die alone. Little guy, you must live well." Fang Yan said in his heart, then slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come...

"Chirp." The little beast's miserable and anxious scream came from under Fang Yan. Its limbs were resisting wildly, and cool tears flowed out from its big eyes. It looked so sad at this moment, but it could not be turned on at all.

Pressing on its body.

"Swish..." Fang Yan's flesh body finally couldn't resist it anymore, and was stabbed through by a sharp sword, and then stabbed it one by one. After a while, more than a dozen of losses were inserted into Fang Yan's body.

The sword, on the feet, on the thighs, on the arms, on the back, but his head, which he protected with his right arm, was not pierced...

Blood poured on the ground, dyeing the ground blood red. Fang Yan's will became blurry. Death was eroding him. Feeling the grief, anxiety and deep sadness of the little beast beneath him, he smiled...

He didn't know that the sword rain in the sky had become scarce...

Just when Fang Yan thought he was about to die, the sound of the "swish swish swish swish" in his ears and the sound of the sharp sword falling suddenly disappeared, and he became calm in an instant. Then he seemed to feel his body again

Not attacked by a sharp sword.

Fang Yan was stunned, his eyes opened a gap weakly and he struggled to support the ground with his own arm that was almost unconscious, trying to look up at the sky and see what was going on, but this small move,

But he can't do it...

"Jiujiu." Taking advantage of Fang Yan's slight movement, the little beast quickly jumped out of Fang Yan to press his arms tightly. Its face was covered with tears, and the blood was washed away a lot.

The little beast's big eyes trembled slightly, and the sadness and anxiety flowed out with tears. It quickly lay on Fang Yan's head that was hanging weakly on the ground, looking at Fang Yan's sharp sword penetrated, and his body was full of holes.

While crying, his claws were hammering wildly, "chirping." A desolate voice kept coming from its mouth.
Chapter completed!