"Haha, Miss Long, you'd better not move around, no one can save you now!"

At the side of the mountain, the shadow watched Long Jiajia running wildly.

He turned his head and looked at Long Jiajia's beautiful face, and couldn't help but lick his tongue:

"I really can't bear to kill a beauties like you!"

"brute!"

Long Jiajia struggled angrily, but it did not work!

She felt sad when she heard the sound of fighting still coming from the top of the mountain!

Are you really going to die today?

Just when Long Jiajia was desperate, a shocking sword light burst out from the top of the mountain!

It seemed as if it had cut through the void and rushed straight towards the shadow!

"What's going on?"

Shadow felt a chill on her back inexplicably, and then subconsciously turned her head.

But when he saw the sword light, it was too late!

Puff!

The Zheyuan Sword was extremely sharp, like cutting a watermelon, cutting off the head of the shadow!

The shadow only felt that the world was spinning at this moment, until the last moment when his life ended, he seemed to see a headless corpse...

In this way, a level nine alien who is comparable to the late stage of Huajin fell completely!

"It's Yang Fan's sword!"

Although Long Jiajia fell to the ground, he was not injured. Instead, he fell together with Zheyuan Sword!

She was overjoyed, and then grabbed the Zheyuan Sword with her bound hands, carefully cut off the rope, and then dragged her seriously injured body and staggered towards the top of the mountain.

At the same time, Yang Fan was completely at a disadvantage!

"Hahaha, are you just that little bit of strength? I've given you a chance to recover, which really disappoints me!"

"Since that's the case, then go and die!"

The Dark King laughed wildly, his eyes full of cruel light, and his attack was crazy!

When he reached this level, his every move was extremely terrifying!

Even if you are a master of Huajin, you will definitely die!

"Want to kill me?"

"You are still far from it!"

Yang Fan's face was pale, but his eyes were full of fighting spirit. He roared and the air blew up!

"Then let you see my magic!"

The Dark King sneered, chanting an unknown magic trick, and then a stream of cold wind surging!

In an instant, Yang Fan seemed to see ghosts with ferocious faces pounced on him with his teeth and claws!

"Illusion?"

Yang Fan's face changed drastically, and he immediately displayed his divine eyes!

However, those things still exist!

"No, this is not an ordinary illusion, it is almost a mental attack!"

He understood something in an instant, and showed an extremely solemn expression.

Damn, this Dark King actually had such a weird mental attack!

Intuition tells Yang Fan that if he is hit, he may suffer severe damage in his spirit and it is possible to become a walking zombie!

"How to crack it?"

While dodging, Yang Fan was anxiously thinking about countermeasures.

But at this moment, Long Jiajia finally climbed back to the top of the mountain. When she saw such a terrifying scene, she immediately gritted her teeth and threw the Zheyuan Sword over: "Yang Fan, go ahead!"

The Zheyuan Sword buzzed in the air, emitting a dazzling cold light!

The shocking sword intent is unstoppable, as if it can poke a hole in the sky!

And a more strange scene appeared.

Those terrible things began to collapse when they came into contact with Zheyuan!

The sword intent is born, and the illusion is broken!

"Fight!"

Yang Fan was shocked, gritted his teeth and rushed over to hold Zheyuan in his hand, then closed his eyes and poured all his true energy into the sword!

He was trying to use the sword skills he got today and draw his sword to slash!

"Go to die!"

The Dark King seemed to notice something was wrong, and his eyes were filled with fierce light and he roared.

You must never let Yang Fan perform it!

However, he was one step slower after all, because Yang Fan had already opened his eyes!

"Take my sword-drawing!"

Yang Fan sneered, and the Zheyuan sword in his hand was thrown out by him, and an arc-shaped sword energy of the sky seemed to illuminate the top of the mountain!

Wherever you pass, it is like daylight!

He destroyed the illusion land arranged by the Dark King like a tyrant, and his power remains undiminished!

"impossible!"

The Dark King was full of horror and roared hysterically. He didn't believe that this sword energy was that strong!

While losing his mind, he actually activated his strength in his body and tried to shatter the sword energy!

But he underestimated the terrifyingness of the Zheyuan Sword!

"puff!"

The Dark King spewed out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards, his eyes full of reluctance!

He couldn't believe that he had lost!

"Yang Fan, today's hatred can only be washed away by your blood!"

At this time, the Dark King was already a powerful crossbow, and he let out an unwilling roar, rushed towards the foot of the mountain, disappearing.

"puff!"

Yang Fan could no longer help it, and also spit out blood, his face turned pale again, and he staggered and said with a wry smile:

"I almost told you to tell me here..."

"Yang Fan!"

Long Jiajia was quick-eyed and quickly rushed up to support Yang Fan. Looking at his weak appearance, his beautiful eyes turned red!

"Yang Fan, don't scare me. I'm sorry, it's all useless for me, don't die!"

She finally couldn't help crying and hugged Yang Fan at a loss.

Since we met Yang Fan, Long Jiajia has never seen this guy suffer such severe injuries!

What's more, Yang Fan's injury is because of himself!

"I'm not dead yet... Why are you crying here?...Ahem!"

Yang Fan spread his heavy eyelids and started coughing very weakly.

I didn't feel anything just now, but after relaxing, he realized how serious his injuries were!

Not only does the true qi dry up, but the golden elixir is even more covered with cracks, as if it will shatter at any time!

In addition, in order to save Long Jiajia, he took the critical strike by the Dark King. Several of the sternum were broken, and even the meridians were traumatized. A little movement would bring a piercing pain.

"Don't talk, I'll take you down the mountain now!"

Seeing that Yang Fan could still speak, Long Jiajia wiped her tears, gritted her teeth and held back her injuries.

"Yang Fan, I tell you, you'd better not sleep. If the Dark King comes back, I might hand you over!"

"Don't sleep, I'm afraid..."

"Persevere, you'll be at the inn soon..."

"Please don't sleep..."

Along the way, Long Jiajia kept talking to Yang Fan even more, fearing that he would never wake up again as soon as he slept.
To be continued...