Zhan Beihan came to Yao Wuchen and was about to catch him.
Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind hit from behind, accompanied by Xiao Lingyue's exclamation.
Zhan Beihan immediately turned around and soared into the air. A blast of punch almost touched his shoulder, passed over Yao Wuchen's head, and hit the ground with a crash.
"Boom!!"
The green bricks all over the floor exploded, and dust flew into the air.
Yao Wuchen, who was squatting next to him with his head in his arms, was so shocked that he sat on the ground and rolled around several times, his face covered with dust.
Zhan Beihan landed lightly three meters away, his eyebrows condensed and he looked intently.
After the smoke and dust dispersed, A Jian slowly stood up with blood on his head.
His forehead was smashed, and half of his face was stained red with blood, making his face covered with ink tattoos particularly ferocious. His eyes were bloodshot and he stared at Zhan Beihan fiercely.
Zhan Beihan's eyes moved down to his left chest, and his pupils suddenly shrank: "..."
His sword was still inserted into A Jian's left chest.
The tip of the sword stabbed out from behind, and blood flowed out along the blood groove on the blade, dripping onto the ground.
Soon a pool of blood formed at his feet.
Under such circumstances, Ajian was still able to move and even launch an attack...
...incredible!
"Zhan Beihan!"
Xiao Lingyue watched with fear, leaving Shen Yuting behind and ran over: "Are you okay?"
Zhan Beihan didn't look at her, but stared at A Jian: "What's going on with this guy?"
Xiao Lingyue followed his gaze, and when she saw A Jian's appearance, she couldn't help but take a breath: "Did you stab him?"
Zhan Bei said coldly: "There's something wrong with his body. The last sword didn't hit his heart, and the sword edge slipped away."
Xiao Lingyue believed that Zhan Beihan would not miss. He said that there must be something wrong with A Jian's health.
Doesn't he feel pain?
At this time, Yao Wuchen, who was blocked by A Jian behind him, got up from the ground and spat out the dust in his mouth.
"My clothes are all stained by you..."
He looked at the dirty white clothes on his body, complained dissatisfiedly, stood up and clapped his hands, with a proud smile on his handsome face again, and said to Zhan Beihan: "I just said Ajian is very strong, you can't kill me.
, was I right?"
Ajian stared at the two of them fiercely, his muscles all over his body were bulging like boiling, veins protruded on his skin, and he could see the sword stuck in his chest.
Without hesitation, he reached out his hand, grabbed the sharp sword blade, pulled out the sword blade that had passed through his body, and threw it to the ground.
The blood-stained sword fell to the ground with a clang.
A scarlet blood hole suddenly appeared on A Jian's left chest, and blood popped out like a spring. It looked shocking!
However, within just ten seconds, Xiao Lingyue was shocked to see that the bleeding from his wound had slowed down.
Tiny granulations grew around the wound, growing extremely fast and closing slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But in an instant, most of the blood hole on A Jian's chest healed.
If the blood on his body hadn't dried yet, at first glance, Xiao Lingyue would have thought that he had been injured for ten and a half days.
Such an amazing recovery speed?
Xiao Lingyue opened her eyes in shock and suddenly realized something.
She blurted out: "Your experiment was successful?!" This chapter has been completed!