The rich night is its best cover.

The spread of wings exceeds one meter, like a small dog's black body with dark red markings, like the lava that is about to cool under the black rocks, which is almost impossible to detect in the dark night.

The eyes were closed, and the ripples it released enveloped the entire audience.

Its target is the human being who exudes unique fluctuations, and it feels a dangerous breath in him. Its undeveloped intelligence is not enough to let it understand why, perhaps it is the instinct of killing, and the body, which is dozens of times stronger than before, still fully complies with its instinct.

The unique way of flying is like the migration of whales in the deep sea, silent.

It is a common thing for the target to escape.

The dive was very fast, and both sides quickly pulled closer. When they were halfway through, their speed suddenly increased, and their closed eyes opened. The bright red eyes were like red soldering irons, and their expression became ferocious, with sharp and white teeth, causing a hissing sound.

Suddenly, the target below stopped and turned to face it.

How futile it is to escape, but it is a more stupid thing to want to resist. It feels the blood in its body burning, and the bloodthirsty murderous intent makes it even more excited.

It continues to accelerate.

Ai Hui, who was all focused on the blood bat, was still frightened by the blood bat's speed, even though he had been mentally prepared.

So fast!

The blood bat's blood eye pulled out a strange red light mark in the air. But the speed was so fast that Ai Hui's naked eyes could not keep up with the blood bat's speed.

What's even more terrifying is that its wind sounds extremely small, with only a very thin hissing sound, just like a poisonous snake spitting a letter.

This subverted Ai Hui's perception. The faster the other flying beasts fly, the louder the wind will be. The same is true for arrows. The more powerful the arrows are, the sharper the wind sound is.

But the diving blood bat was so quiet.

What's even more terrible is that it is still accelerating!

Unreasonable!

Ai Hui felt the urge to turn around and escape. He felt that his previous thoughts were so naive. With such a fast speed, how could those two girls keep up with such a terrifying speed?

He forced himself to restrain his fear. At this time, there was no possibility of surviving. How could the two legs run more than those with wings?

What's more, this beast's speed has exceeded any arrow he has seen!

Ai Hui, who knew that he could not escape, calmed down instead, just like when he knew that he had no choice, he immediately lost any messy thoughts.

He held the hilt of the sword.

The hilt of Long Jihuo's sword feels very hard, so he wrapped the rope himself. He has been in the embroidery workshop for so long. He can still do such a small thing as wrapping the rope on his sword hilt.

After wrapping the rope, the hilt is very close.

For some reason, when Ai Hui focused on his sword, his heart suddenly calmed down.

He even thought that no wonder in many sword scriptures, there were talks about how sword cultivators should treat their flying swords. In some sword scriptures, they also asked the sword cultivators to refine their flying swords by themselves. The whole process should not be done with others.

The sword cultivator will start to nourish the refined flying sword.

Other cultivators will often change their magic weapons, but the sword cultivator's flying sword will not. Most sword cultivators will not have more than one slap in their lifetime. And those sword cultivators who will never change their swords in their lifetime and cultivate the magic weapon with mortal iron warmth.

Ai Hui found that his mind was still floating at this time, and he felt incredible.

He was no longer nervous or fearful, as if suddenly, all the crises were lifted.

Holding the sword, he felt the touch from the hilt. His mind was calm, and the restless sword fetus suddenly became calm and powerful. His distracted mind gathered along the sword body.

Ai Hui was not sad or happy. His back knee bent slightly, his waist sank down little by little, bent his elbow and pulled his sword, the hilt of the sword reached its chest, and the tip of the sword was raised. The black sword body was deep and dull, and seven crystal red crystals were like a mysterious island floating on the surface.

His movements were soothing, without any danger, without any momentum.

The short black hair as hard as steel thorns was close to the root of the scalp, and the silver color was spreading quietly, and the eyes were still indifferent and calm as water.

His world is very quiet.

Even the slight hissing sound disappeared, the sword in his hand was very stable, the 220-pound sword body was motionless like a rock. He could feel the breeze passing by the sword tip, and could feel the slow airflow, divided into two by the sword blade, and they were close to the surface of the sword body, sliding like water flow.

Just now, Ai Hui was constantly injecting energy into the sword body, allowing his world to continuously expand its boundaries and extend further away.

However, this time the experience was completely different. He felt that his world was shrinking like a net, shrinking onto his sword. He could clearly feel even the slightest depression and cracks on the surface of each of the seven crystals.

This feeling is extremely wonderful.

In Shi Xueman and Sang Zhijun not far away, they were shocked to witness the huge change in Ai Hui's temperament.

Especially Shi Xueman, she had seen Ai Hui take action, and her brilliant sword still could not forget it. It was the most amazing sword she had ever seen. It was also from that time that she had always thought Ai Hui's sword skills were very outstanding.

But that's all.

In the contemporary era when sword skills are declining, excellent swordsmanship does not mean anything. Since the establishment of the Five Elements Heaven, there has never been a master of swordsmanship again. Even those so-called swordsmanship masters are self-proclaimed fraudsters.

However, Ai Hui at this moment gave her a completely different feeling.

Without light and brilliance, Ai Hui is like a sculpture, a rock, and a deep pool.

Shi Xueman, who has seen all kinds of masters since childhood, has much stronger eyesight than ordinary people. She knows that the deeper the calmer the more intense the storm will be.

Shi Xueman didn't dare to look at her body. The quiet Ai Hui, who was as quiet as a sculpture, had an indescribable attraction, which was breathtaking.

She did not forget her responsibilities. They only had one chance. If there was a problem with them, Ai Hui would die on the spot. On her back, there was a faint mist, which was the evaporation of water vapor, which was the sign of the extreme water energy of her body. She tried desperately to lock the diving blood bat, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not lock the blood bat.

Too fast!

The blood bat opened his eyes and Shi Xueman could see the strange light mark. But she tried her best to capture its afterimage.

Sang Zhijun bit her lips and didn't even realize it. Her forehead was covered with sweat.

She could not capture the blood bat either.

Just when they had no choice, Ai Hui suddenly drew his sword.

This is a very slow sword, slowly and lightly, like a sword handed out.

The red light marks in the air that were as fast as lightning but were destructive and Ai Hui's slow sword created a very strong contrast in vision. Shi Xueman felt that this scene was indescribable. However, her mind and eyes were involuntarily attracted by this sword.

When the tip of the sword was handed to the end, a strange red lightning broke through the air, and the extremely slow and extremely fast intersected in the air.

The dark red blood claws and the black sword tip seemed to be frozen.

It is impossible to describe the awkwardness at this moment. Shi Xueman was like a motion sickness, feeling unspeakable. Her heart was rumbling and she wanted to vomit. Sang Zhijun beside her shook her figure, but her face turned pale.

Dong!

Dullness is like the sound of a heavy drum, making everyone's heart tremble.

The circular air wave that could be seen in the naked eye suddenly burst out from between the tip of the sword and the blood claws.

Ai Hui was drunk, and his face suddenly rose red. He grinned his teeth, as if he was saying something, but without waiting for a syllable, he was like a small stone concentrated in hardwood sticks, drawing a afterimage in the air. He hit the wall not far away, and thundered the wall and collapsed.

The blood bat's body appeared in front of Shi Xueman and Sang Zhijun for the first time. The black body was covered with dark red marks, and the hideous and terrifying face was confused at this moment.

Shi Xueman endured the discomfort in her chest. She knew that the most critical time had come. Without any reservation, all the energy in her body poured into the dewdrop that was buckled between her fingers and popped out with her fingers.

The light flashed, and the dewdrops in Shi Xueman's hand disappeared, and she felt like she was shaking all over.

Sang Zhijun, who was beside her, looked pale, but her eyes showed a high fighting spirit. The soft golden bow in her hand was like a full moon, and three rabbit arrows were placed on the string. Her fingers were clamped with the tail of the three arrows, while the arrows gathered together.

The three rabbit arrows lit up a faint silver light, and the faint sword intent was extremely sharp, giving Sang Zhijun a hint of surprise.

Zheng!

The three rabbit-haired arrows merged into one in the air, turning into a more dazzling silver light.

Sang Zhijun, who tried his best, was even more unbearable than Shi Xueman. He took several steps in a row, his legs became weak, and he sat on the ground with his butt.

Shi Xueman's dewdrops hit the dizzy blood bat. As soon as the dewdrops touched the blood bat's body, they scattered into a bunch of extremely tiny mist and penetrated into the blood bat's body.

The blood bat's body stumbled, and the water in its body was gathering wildly towards the tiny mist. But the blood in its body was also rushing towards the tiny mist, and they wanted to swallow these tiny mists containing rich Yuan power.

The blood bat at this moment has become the best target.

The silver light shot from Sang Zhijun shot effortlessly into the blood bat's head.

The silver light suddenly burst, and the blood bat's head exploded into countless pieces.

The headless body of the blood bat was like boiling water. Suddenly, countless water vapor evaporated. The skin, which was originally hard as steel, quickly lost its luster, became dry and collapsed with a bang.

A fat figure pulled Ai Hui out of the ruins.

When Ai Hui was popped out, the fat man rushed out.

Ai Hui has fallen into a coma.

Without saying a word, the fat man carried Ai Hui, who was covered in dust, and ran towards the dojo without saying a word.

Sang Zhijun, who was sitting on the ground, watched the fat man disappearing back and muttered: "Don't say hello, it's really..."

"You're eager to save people." Shi Xueman, who had recovered a little strength, pulled Sang Zhijun up from the ground.

"What should we do now?" Sang Zhijun had no strength on her body, and her face was confused after a disaster.

"Seeking help." Shi Xueman sent a helping signal.

She glanced at the direction where the fat man disappeared, and felt a little worried, and didn't know how Ai Hui's injury was.

It's really surprising that the impact of the blood bat is head-on...
Chapter completed!