I don’t know if it’s Duanmu Yawang’s luck or how, after a long time, every time she feels that she can’t avoid it, but whenever the sword approaches her, she can still try her best to avoid it. , And then can challenge the limit once.

Then, every time she went to her fastest speed and avoided her, she adapted to her limit speed.

The sword is speeding up again and again, and she is also speeding up again and again.

I don't know how long it has passed, it is estimated to be two or three hours, or it may be longer.

It's just that people's physical strength is limited in the end.

Especially a wounded person.

Duanmu Yawang fell here from Jiuyou Mountain, and was repeatedly wounded by the sword.

Duanmu Yawang was dodging, challenging the limit time and time again, accelerating continuously, and then, more and more feeling of exhaustion and weakness, her clothes were soaked, and water was dripping continuously.

Sweat soaked through her wound, and she was aching all over.

Every drop of sweat on the body, stained with this blood, is red when it drips down.

Duanmu Yawang's set of snow-colored robes gradually turned into a pink snow-coat...

only……

The sword still kept accelerating.

"Ahhhhh! What do you want!" Duanmu Yawang felt that she could not stand it anymore, and was really about to be forced to collapse. While dodge, she shouted at the sword in pain.

Continuously releasing spiritual power with great intensity for several hours, and if this continues, she will not be killed by this sword. First of all, she will die because of exhaustion and exhaustion!

And Yin Huiyin was still on the side helping her to point out the direction of the sword.

Hearing the sound of music, Duanmu Yawang frowned and said while dodging: "Hey! Xiaoyin'er, don't shout, you will have bleeding from your throat again!"

"Cough, right! Right! I'm okay, you...cough..." Yin Huiyin shouted while coughing.

Duanmu Yawang has been chased by this sword for a few hours, and he, here, has been calling for her for a few hours without stopping. His throat hurts so badly that he feels bleeding when he moves slightly.

Duanmu Yawang felt that his vocal cords might be damaged, "It has been chasing me for so long, and it can't kill me. Now it can't kill me. Stop it, otherwise the vocal cords are broken and you won't be able to make a sound anymore. You don’t have a single figure now. If there is no sound anymore, how should we communicate in the future?"

"Ahem...can you hide it?" He may have a sore throat, but she is colder, and her whole body hurts more. He actually never thought that she could consume a few hours of constant consumption of spiritual energy like this.

She was able to hold on for so long, which really surprised him.

"If you can't, you can!" Duan Muya said, "You can rest for a while."

Yin Huiyin didn't speak, he stood and watched.

Seeing that Duanmu Yawang could really avoid him without pointing out the direction, he breathed a sigh of relief and watched quietly from the side.

Only when it is very critical, will he shout a few words.

...

In this way, time passed bit by bit, Duanmu Yawang really felt that she was going to collapse this time, she no longer went to see how the sword was, just lifted her breath and tried her best to dodge.

Later, I don't know how long it took, Yin Huiyin was so tired that he changed many sitting positions while standing aside. When Duanmu Yawang felt that she was about to die, she found that... the sword seemed to be slowing down.

"Huh? Is it weak?" Duanmu Ya looked at the sword, and she found that she could easily spin in the attack of this sword without worrying about it hurting her at all!

Faced with its attack, she has no pressure at all now.

She suddenly smiled and said to Yin Huiyin: "Hey, Xiaoyin'er, look, it's getting tired even when it runs, and its speed has become slower than mine."

However, what she didn't know was that Yin Huiyin swallowed Foam outside the enchantment, staring dumbfounded.

Because, it's not that the sword has slowed down at all.

The speed of the sword has been getting faster, and Duanmu Yawang's own speed has also been getting faster.

In the beginning, Duanmu Yawang's speed was really not fast. In Yin Huiyin's eyes, her speed was very slow, and she could easily see how she dodged.

However, later, he found that it became a little difficult for his naked eyes to catch up with her.

Her speed is different from before.

She speeded up at least several times!

Moreover, her speed has surpassed the speed of the sword, so she felt that the sword was slowing down!

"But when will it stop!"

Although Duanmu Yawang felt that the sword had slowed down, but the sword never stopped, she could only play with it all the time.

However, she is really about to collapse. She feels so tired, her brain is buzzing, her belly is so hungry, she has no energy anymore, and she doesn't want to continue playing, just want to stop it all!

Yin Huiyin moved his throat twice and coughed slightly before he could hear his voice. He said, "You are faster than it now. Try to attack it and see if it works?"

"Yeah! Why didn't I expect it?"

Duanmu Yawang's brain was buzzing, and she was already unable to think. When she heard it, she swept away from the sword, and a spiritual balloon burst out of her palm, slamming towards the sword!

"Boom!" With a sound, the sword was attacked and plunged into the ground!

At the moment the sword was inserted on the ground, the sharpness on the sword faded instantly, and the sharpness no longer...

"Hey, this time seems to be okay?"

Duanmu Yawang was a little surprised. She tried to attack it with a spirit balloon before, but because it chased too tightly, she couldn't make a move at all. This time, once she made a move, it was all right.

It's incredible.

"It should be...cough cough!" Yin Huiyin's voice was very hoarse, and it was dry and uncomfortable when he heard it. When he said, he stretched out his hand to wipe the place of the previous barrier, and found that after the sword had stopped, the barrier was also pulled up. .

There are no more obstacles.

He walked towards Duanmu Yawang, "You are covered with blood now, are you okay?"

Duanmu Yawang didn't answer, frowned and looked at the sword.

The sword was only sharp and white before, but after it was inserted on the ground, it became rusty and looked inconspicuous at all. It is impossible to imagine such a sword that threatened her for a few hours!

Yin Huiyin followed Duanmu Yawang's gaze, and was about to ask what she was looking at, when Duanmu Yawang's body swayed, he hurriedly stepped forward: "Xiao Yawang, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay..." Duanmu Yawang felt a little dizzy. His eyes wanted to look at the sword, but he couldn't focus at all. Suddenly, his mind went blank.

Suddenly, her whole body weakened, she slumped to the ground, and fainted.