Chapter 397: One sword

The terrifying force scrolled, and the ground seemed to sway with it, and Shen Fan and Xiao Yan were at the center of the sway.
Shen Fan's red eyes swept, and his whole body was scarred, and his body was in tatters, but his spirit and spirit were condensed to a startling level.
A series of terrifying attacks roared in, reflected in his red eyes, his body suddenly soared again, climbing upwards, straight into the world.
"Om..."
A deep humming sound was heard in his scarred body, it seemed that a mysterious power was sealed in his body and was about to break out.
"You are all going to die!" Shen Fan said, his voice was flat, but there was a sudden force in his body, which burst out like a scourge, instantly spreading across his body.
"This..." Amidst the clusters of blood, a series of suspicious voices rang instantly.
The aura on Shen Fan seemed to jump to another level instantly.
"Woo!"
He swept out with a sword around him, and the ground seemed to be cut into the air with a single sword, and there was a crack several feet wide between it and the ground.
"Puff puff!"
Wherever the crack passed, all the strong fighters that were touched were cut at their waists. With just one move, at least more than a hundred fighters were 80% less.
Those groups of blood rushing upwards, seeing that sword, flew backwards at a faster speed than the throw.
"boom!"
But the crack spreading too fast, the masses of blood could not be avoided, and they were swept away one after another.
"what……"
"How could this be……"
A series of horrified screams instantly spread from those blood.
"Ding!"
Shen Fan's body shook slightly, and his long sword hit the ground, before he stabilized his figure. He held the hilt with both hands, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and drips of dry blood dripped from his mouth.
"He can't hold it!" After seeing Shen Fan's appearance, those silver-winged alien races who were extremely frightened could not help showing a hint of ecstasy in their eyes.
Such a sword seemed to have overdrawn Shen Fan's last bit of potential, and the aura on his body quickly fell back, instantly becoming wilted.
Six groups of blood squirmed a few feet away in front of him, and six blood-red figures with silver wings on their backs condensed in an instant, but at this time their breath also revealed a hint of weakness.
Although the sword did not kill them, it also caused them to suffer serious injuries.
"kill him!"
The silver wings shook behind the six, with a cloud of silver light behind them, and they flew towards Shen Fan.
The strong fighters behind also roared forward.
In the hands of those silver-winged aliens, the blood-red weapons had already lit up, and successive attacks had been locked on Shen Fan.
"Die to me!" A silver-winged alien came first, with a long sword in his hand, piercing Shen Fan's eyebrows with the sound of scoffing.
But at this moment, Shen Fan suddenly raised his head, the red light in his eyes suddenly burst open, and the aura of malaise within his body suddenly rose.
A look of horror appeared in the eyes of the flat silver-winged alien, and he instinctively wanted to retreat, but it was too late.
"Woo!"
Another sword light burst out, sweeping away in an instant.
"not good……"
"Retreat!"
"He cheated!"
The silver-winged alien races were furious, one by one, they tried their best to retreat, and at the same time their bodies quickly began to blur.
But the speed of that sword was too fast, and it was almost instant, there was no time for them to blur.
The sword light swept away, the ground was separated, and anyone who touched that crack in the ground was cut in two.
"what……"
Before death, the silver-winged alien issued a panic sword
The bodies of those strong fighters who are like mountains are also splitting apart.
It took a long time before the crack in the ground subsided, and the air poured into the crack, causing the ground to shake.
"puff!"
Shen Fan opened his mouth and vomited, but it was only some blood foam and some dirty belly debris.
The long sword hit the ground, and Shen Fan's legs softened and collapsed. He barely supported him, and he knelt on one knee, holding the hilt tightly with both hands, so he could not fall.
"Yan'er, it seems that I really can't marry you in my life..." The crimson color in Shen Fan's eyes gradually faded, turning his head slightly, forgetting to Xiao Yan who was lying on his shoulders, his dry face finally It is a gentle color.
"Which, I'll marry you now." Xiao Yan's eyelids trembled slightly, and his godless eyes slowly opened.
"But, we didn't go to court to get married..." Shen Fan smiled.
"Does it have to go to the church to be considered married?" Xiao Yan stretched out his bloodied palm and slowly stroked Shen Fan's face.
"Your name is not right, you are too wronged," Shen Fan said in a trembled voice, and the light in his eyes is beginning to fade.
"I'm willing to do it..." Xiao Yan stared at him with tears rolling in his eyes, whispering in a low voice.
She seemed to be afraid of disturbing Shen Fan. Shen Fan smiled and gradually closed her eyes.
"If you want to die, it's so easy. If you want to die, you have to die in my hands." A group of blood squirmed, and a figure slowly condensed out.
His blood-red face turned faintly pale, and his breath was also extremely weak. Just as soon as his feet fell on the ground, his figure shook slightly.
His eyes swept across the corpse lying on the ground, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.
It's just two swords, everyone is dead, and he is only a little bit close...
Fortunately, he survived.
"Huh!" In Shen Fan's eyes that were about to close, a little light suddenly condensed. When he moved, he thought of getting up, but it was only a flash, but he could not stand up. The look in his eyes finally changed. .
"Yan'er..." There was a sense of anxiety in his voice.
"Let us die together!" Xiao Yan looked at Shen Fan's profile with a slight smile.
The silver-winged alien figure swayed forward, slowly walking towards the two of them, forcing them away, staring at Shen Fan with a dignified color in his eyes.
It took a full minute before he slowly walked up to Shen Fan, and the long sword in his hand was slowly raised.
"Dead!" He screamed, using all his strength, and the long sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out.
Shen Fan snorted, looking directly at the stabbing sword, his hands trembled, but he couldn't lift it up.
"Hey, it looks like I'm really going to die..." Shen Fan felt sad.
"call out!"
A long sword, exuding a strong sword light, shot from hundreds of feet away like lightning, and when it appeared, it was still thousands of feet away, but just a flash, it came to the back of the silver-winged alien.
"puff!"
The sword body was wrapped with a layer of terrifying strength fluctuations, and the silver-winged alien race was like a thin piece of white paper, which was instantly penetrated, simply sharp.
The silver-winged alien was slightly stunned, lowered his head and looked towards the thin blood hole on the upper altar on his chest, with a dazed expression, and then a thick color of horror appeared in his eyes.
After a terrifying roar, the silver-winged alien race frantically urged his virtual ability to heal the terrifying hole in his body.
If he is completely virtual, any wound on his body can be recovered. But now, he seems a little unable to do it.
He first endured Shen Fan's sword. After he was extinguished, only a mass of blood was left. At this time, he was severely injured and his injuries were too severe, which had already affected his imagining ability.
"Yan'er is saved..." Shen Fan looked at the blood hole in the foreign race's chest, with a slight joy in his eyes, and then his face was instantly darkened at an alarming speed.
After just four or five breaths, a figure stood in front of him, but he could no longer see what Rao looked like, but he felt very familiar, and the breath radiating from that person made him more at ease.
"No shake!" Shen Fan slowly closed his eyes.
Xiao Yan Leng looked at the figure standing in front of him, with a faint hint of joy in his eyes, turned his head slightly to look at Shen Fan, and instantly became extremely anxious.
"Haochen, please, save Shen Fan..." Xiao Yan begged, looking at the figure standing in front of them.
Wang Haochen had arrived more than thirty miles away, and finally arrived at this moment.
No need for Xiao Yan, he just rushed to feed Shen Fan's mouth with a holy healing pill, and only then did he lower his head to check Shen Fan's condition.
Just checking it slightly, his brows wrinkled tightly.
"How could it be so heavy?" From his point of view, Shen Fan's body is nothing more than a tattered body. The meridians are dirty and the abdomen is intact without an inch. If it weren't for Shen Fan's soul consciousness fluctuations. , Wang Haochen couldn't believe how he managed it.
"The penalty system, is there any way to treat Shen Fan?" Wang Haochen asked directly in the penalty system.
He completely tried a dead horse as a living horse doctor, after all, the last time he solved the poison of Huanshan was asked in the self-punishment system.
"His soul has transformed, and he has almost entered the realm of Martial Saint, and his body's recovery ability has been improved. That holy grade pill can protect him from death. Within two, he rushes to the cultivating pool and is nourished with blood energy. The fifty chance to survive." In the soul consciousness, the sound of the punishment system sounded flat and mechanical.
"Hua Yu Chi! Fifty percent chance..." Wang Haochen pondered slightly, then nodded.
Okay, then go to Hua Yuchi. He made a decision in an instant. There is not much time for the two, and he is not allowed to look forward and backward. Moreover, with a 50% chance, given Shen Fan’s current situation, it is already extremely Very high.
When Wang Haochen checked the situation in his body, he had discovered that the vitality in Shen Fan was almost extinct. In Xuanyuan Continent, no one could do anything about terror, and Wang Haochen had no way to treat him. There was a half chance of surviving by going to Hua Yuchi. , It's hard to come by.
Now that Wang Haochen feeds him the holy-level pill, he can barely keep his soul consciousness indestructible, and he can support it for two hours at most.
But when Wang Haochen looked at Xiao Yan's situation again, his brows became tighter.
Xiao Yan was only slightly better than Shen Fan, and the vitality in his body was close to the edge of dryness.
He flipped his hand and took out a warming pill and fed it into Xiao Yan's mouth, and then took out a blood energy fruit, directly shattered it, and fed it to Xiao Yan to drink it.
(End of this chapter)