Allure Evil Phoenix

Chapter 343 Attack ([-])

The wind is getting stronger, the cold wind is blowing up the snowflakes on the ground, blowing down the plum blossoms on the trees, the plum blossoms are fluttering and falling, and with the wind, with the snowflakes, they gradually fall to the ground.

After Jun Mohui uttered a sentence that could be called an explosion, the court was silent for a while, and the sound of spouting wine kept coming and going, causing Feng Qianxue to look at it with some disgust. The spouting speed was the fastest and the most frequent.

Suddenly, there was a silence on the court. They glanced at each other, their bodies were on guard, and their spirits became tense.

Every snowflake, every plum blossom has its own trajectory of falling or not falling, but now, the wind is blowing, and the plum blossoms that should have fallen are still standing tremblingly on the branches.

The snowflakes that were supposed to fall seemed to have stopped, standing in mid-air.

The people in the hut are all masters. Needless to say, Killing God Jun Mohui, Ji Yehua and Qingqing are in the Heroes' Club, they have experienced many battles, and they have never stopped experiencing trials.

As for Yi Jinhuan, waiting for others to stand out from the tens of thousands of people in Yelan City, all of them are young geniuses. Although they lack combat experience, they are all cultivated by the family, the elixir and spiritual grass. , the current level of concealment is not enough to satisfy them.

It's not the people from Baihuyuan or Qinglongyuan. This is the first thing that comes to everyone's mind. Compared with them, the people from Baihuyuan are definitely not bad, but this group of people is obviously a bit inferior.

Wu Yan stood up from his seat, his face covered by the black robe: "I'll go and deal with them."

"I'll go with you." Yi Jinhuan also stood up and said.

Feng Qianxue nodded: "Leave a life."

"Okay." Yi Jinhuan replied, then turned around and walked out the door.

Wu Yan didn't even go out the door, just stood in place, and the person gradually disappeared in place.

The eyes of the people in the room changed, they still underestimated Wu Yan before.

As soon as Yi Jinhuan walked out of the house, a biting cold wind hit his face, and the cold wind with a faint plum fragrance blew on his face, making it a little painful.

But after a while, his face was slightly red from the blow.

He held the sword in his hand, and his robe was blown by the wind. His eyes changed drastically the moment he picked up the sword. In his eyes, there were only the sword and the enemy.

Without even looking around, Yi Jinhuan went straight to the plum blossom tree in front of him.

The flower branches trembled slightly, and the figure turned into a twilight, heading straight for Yi Jinhuan.

Yi Jinhuan didn't panic, didn't evade, didn't give way, his spiritual power was concentrated on the sword, and he planned to confront the attacker head-on.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had gone through more than a dozen moves. Yi Jinhuan suppressed the man with one move, and within twenty moves, Yi Jinhuan's sword was already stained with blood, and there was an extra meridian on the man's wrist. There was a long and thin bloodstain, the sword in his hand could no longer be held, and it fell to the ground.

A swordsman, without a sword in his hand, would have no power to fight again, but he just let out a low growl, turned his fist into a palm, and continued to attack Yi Jinhuan fiercely with his left hand.

Even the hand holding the sword was abolished, let alone a left hand that didn't hold a sword and was not good at using it.

In just three strokes, Yi Jinhuan's sword curled up into a sword flower, and his strange posture and direction cut off the meridian of the man's left wrist.

Wu Yan quietly approached the person. When he approached, the moment the first plum blossom fell, the person seemed to be hiding in the shadow of the plum blossom. When the shadow turned brighter, there was already a thin strip in the throat of the person. The next moment, the blood spurted out and sprayed on the white snow, with little blood red, like plum blossoms.

(End of this chapter)