"Hiss." There was a sharp pain like needle pricks immediately on his arm. While Ye Fan took a breath of cold air, his right palm was as fast as the wind, and he slapped the red shadow on his arm vigorously.
The palm, which was as fast as the wind, moved slower and slower due to the obstruction of the mud, and finally reached the point where it was difficult to move. When it fell on Hong Ying, most of the strength of the palm had been lost, and only three or four points were left.
The strength has been unable to pose much of a threat to Hongying.
However, Ye Fan's attack obviously made the red shadow very resistant. The head hanging on the arm suddenly turned around and bit Ye Fan's hand that had not yet been withdrawn.
When he raised his palm to his chest, Ye Fan saw clearly that the red shadow was actually a small blood-red snake. At this time, it was opening its fangs, and its half-meter-long slender body was hanging on Ye Fan's palm.
"How come monsters appear in this ghost place?"
Looking at the ferocious appearance of the blood-red snake, Ye Fan couldn't help but mutter in a low voice. Then he turned up his left palm, and the profound energy in his body surged into the meridians like a tide. The veins on his arms protruded, tearing the mud and blasting heavily.
The body of the little bloody snake.
"Pa." There was a crisp sound. The little blood-colored snake obviously had low cultivation and its defense was not much better. After a palm strike, the slender body of the snake slowly sank into the mire.
After knocking out the little bloody snake, Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief. After the delay, his body sank another meter under the influence of gravity.
Depressed by this, Ye Fan had no choice but to hurriedly mobilize the profound energy in his body, shoot several times with his palms, and start the huge project of landing again.
Ye Fan, who was so busy, didn't notice that the little bloody snake that had sunk at the bottom of the swamp had woken up at some point. It opened its mouth and made a weird sound. It flowed through the mud into the dark depths of the swamp.
.
Finally, it climbed to 80 meters above the ground. The gravity in this range was already bearable by Ye Fan's body, and it would be much easier to climb higher.
However, before the smile at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth could spread, bursts of harsh "hissing" sounds in the distance directly washed away the joy. Countless blood-red snakes twisted their bodies.
, as if a red cloud was overwhelmingly crushing the sky. The majestic momentum made people sweat.
After a while, the mighty red cloud had already entered in front of Ye Fan. Its sharp fangs were barbed, and each bite would definitely tear a hole out.
"Damn it, we've stirred a hornet's nest again."
Ye Fan gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, and then a pair of fleshy palms smacked down the little bloody snake rushing towards him in no particular order. With each palm strike, a large piece of mud would roll up.
"Chirp." A small blood-red snake came out more and more, its scarlet flesh exposed outside. The "hissing" sound was clearly audible. Then two fangs poked out from its mouth, pointing at Ye Fan's chest like two steel needles.
The calf was stabbed hard. The snake's head lifted up and brought up a small piece of dripping flesh.
After being attacked on the leg, Ye Fan waved his palm, filled with evil aura, and split the blood-red snake that bit him into two pieces with one palm.
Scarlet blood mixed with mud spread out in all directions, and the thick bloody smell stimulated every blood-red snake. In the pair of beast eyes, greed seemed to have turned into reality, staring closely at Ye Fan's bleeding wound.
The next moment, the red shadows all over the sky moved in unison, rushing toward Ye Fan like an arrow from a string.
Seeing the dense scarlet snake shadows rushing towards him, Ye Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he took out the Waning Moon Dagger from his waist. One of his arms flew up and down like a golden snake dancing wildly. A shadow screen quietly formed.
"Chichi." The corpse of the little bloody snake fell like raindrops, and the blood was flying but not even a bit touched Ye Fan's clothes. The bloody air in the swamp spread more and more deeply, and in the distance, there seemed to be countless blood-red beasts.
, came at a gallop, and then threw themselves into the battle circle one after another, launching a fierce offensive against Ye Fan.
In the swamp, more and more corpses gathered, and Ye Fan became more and more tired. The Forbidden Water Yuan Ying martial arts was integrated into the dagger attack. Although it had a miraculous effect, for this little blood-red snake that was hiding from the sky and the sun,
, it seems like a drop in the bucket. After all, Ye Fan's physical strength and profound energy are limited. Moreover, in the process of killing the little bloody snake, Ye Fan's body is still sinking. If it sinks to a certain depth, Ye Fan will inevitably die.
If you are distracted twice, you will inevitably become the food of the little bloody snake.
Ye Fan still gritted his teeth and persisted, stabbing out the Waning Moon Dagger at a constant frequency. Each blow would pierce the bodies of dozens of little blood-colored snakes, but this efficiency was really insignificant compared to the number of little blood-colored snakes.
Somewhat powerless.
"Whoosh." There are always some flaws in the Forbidden Water Circle Shadow Martial Arts that the Waning Moon Dagger barely used. Two small blood-colored snakes followed the gap and took advantage of the opportunity to rush into the shadow screen. The fangs on the snake's head were deeply embedded in Ye Fan.
in the skin and flesh.
His cold eyes fell on the two little blood-colored snakes. He bent his fingers into claws with his left hand and grabbed the two little snakes hanging on his body. With a little force on his fingertips, the slender bodies of the two little snakes exploded into shape in Ye Fan's palm.