Chapter 1776 - 318: Rupture

But Liang Yan also thrust out the Soft Sword in her hand, the silver snake swiftly flying towards the woman's head.

The woman's face was ferocious, as if enduring some intense pain, raising her bare right arm that exposed a large area of white bone, to wield a sword flower.

After a burst of sparks, Liang Yan's Soft Sword was swept away.

Using her own bone still on her body as a sword, this kind of ruthlessness is truly hair-raising.

This is her strength. The prerequisite for daring to walk the Jianghu alone is that one's strength can match a team's.

At this moment, Liang Li's life or death was unknown, and Liang Yan was also blasted away, this killing plot against herself was broken by her.

People, she killed them, she took all the merit of this wave.

The woman's peripheral vision glanced first at Li Zhiyuan and others standing far away beside the ancestral courtyard wall.

All the recent series of fights happened in a very short time, only because Li Zhiyuan and his group hadn't rushed over did she dare to act. If they had quickly come here following the Great Elder, she would never have emerged but stayed hidden and decisively fled far away.

After all, daring to take the chestnuts from the fire I am willing, but to face certain death... only a fool would go for it.

Now, although her injuries are severe, her movement technique is still intact, she is confident she can escape like this.

Originally, I thought you might be in cahoots, but now it seems your relationship with this Young Master Zhao is just so-so.

The silence on Li Zhiyuan's side was interpreted by the woman as deliberately sitting aside watching the tiger fight.

As for this Young Master Zhao, ha, I thought he was a ruthless character, but deep down, he's a bit naive.

Farewell, Mr. Zhao.

Fresh blood on her body quickly boiled, almost enveloping the woman's body. Before leaving, the woman glanced one last time at Zhao Yi.

She happened to lock eyes with Zhao Yi.

Her first reaction is that Young Master Zhao was watching her helplessly, seeing her take the meat off the trap and leave freely.

But the next moment, a warning sign suddenly rose from her heart, no, this Young Master Zhao seemed to have been keeping that dazed posture gazing in this direction from early on.

He wasn't actively looking at her, she had just stood at the position he had been staring at all along.

At that time, Liang Yan stood up shakily, clutching her chest.

The woman realized it was her, this one using the Soft Sword guy deliberately forced her into this position.

Then here...

The woman looked down and was stunned to find that a pool of pus water had soaked into her thigh without her noticing.

Moreover, due to her principle of not wasting, with her fresh blood as leverage, she applied body skill, her blood constantly overflowing, forming a cycle with the exterior.

This undoubtedly allowed this pus water, more easily borrowing the flowing blood, to enter into her body.

This large patch of sticky stuff underfoot, you'd think she had just stepped on an unpleasant tumor the size of a tank.

Indeed, it was a tumor.

Zheng Ming's head slowly emerged from this patch of unpleasant liquid.

Everyone else was dead, only he survived, pretending to be dead.

He originally thought he could keep pretending, but the woman accidentally fell into his hiding spot.

New big tumor, although sharing the same memory, yet instinct occupies the lead, Sword Qi stirred up by woman's use of swordsmanship completely stimulates it.

Woman: "You..."

No matter if she wasn't hurt, dealing with this sort of thing would give a headache, let alone in such a state, the woman's skin began quickly changing color, and dense mushrooms emerged from her skin.

"Ah... Ah..."

The woman screamed miserably, she knew she was done for.

Not only Liang Yan clutching her wound started approaching her, but even those who had been sitting back watching are now spread out, closing in on her in a surrounding formation.

Really think highly of me, still worrying whether I can escape now.

The woman realized, even if she still had strength, now there was no chance for escape.

She turned her head again, looking at the Zhao family Young Master standing on the hillside.

Zhao Yi wasn't looking at her anymore but was searching for Liang Li's previous position.

Liang Li should still be alive... The reason is simple, if Liang Li completely stopped breathing and died, then Liang Yan would only be stronger than she is now.

The originally symbiotic relationship between the twin sisters was turned into competition by Emperor Fengdu.

When one is in worse condition, the other gets better. Actually, the two sisters are constantly restraining their instinctual impulse to kill each other.

But this coordination, during a fight, rather has miraculous effects, one gets more injured the other gets stronger, then the effect of one defending while the other attacks is the best.

The woman looked up, eyes full of strong reluctance.

Zheng Ming moved his head "cluck cluck boo-hoo-hoo" closer to the woman.

The woman slowly lowered her head, looking at this unpleasant thing, smiled.

Let death be straightforward.

The woman's brow split open, using her last bit of strength, she lifted her right arm bone that had turned black-green, and swung the last sword of her life.

"Boom!"

Lots of unpleasant juices evaporated in the air, leaving only a big crater in place.

In this world, it's rare for someone to get a satisfactory death, yet it often becomes the main melody of the Jianghu.

Even the Dragon King family frequently appear family descendants who light the lamp and walk the river, dying without knowing where they died.

On this Jianghu, every day, people die inexplicably, and there are always people dying inexplicably.

Li Zhiyuan, who walked up the slope, gave orders to his companions: