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Chapter 901

Zhan Beihan attacked Yao Wuchen and was about to catch him.

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind came from behind, accompanied by Xiao Lingyue's screams.

Zhan Beihan immediately turned over and turned, and his body rose into the air. A fist wind almost touched his shoulders, passing over Yao Wuchen's head, and hit the ground with a loud bang.

"Boom!!"

The blue bricks all over the ground burst out, and dust flew.

Yao Wuchen, who was squatting beside him with his head in his arms, was so shocked that he sat on the ground, rolled around in a mess for several times, his face covered in dust.

Zhan Beihan landed lightly three meters away, his eyebrows and eyes calmed down, and he looked at him carefully.

After the smoke and dust dissipated, A Jian, who was covered in blood, slowly stood up.

His forehead was smashed, and half of his face was stained with blood, which made the face covered with ink tattoos look particularly ferocious, with bloodshot eyes staring at Zhan Beihan fiercely.

Zhan Beihan's eyes moved downward and fell to his left chest, and his pupils suddenly shrank: ""

His sword was still stuck in Ajian's left chest.

The tip of the sword pierced from behind, and blood flowed out along the blood groove on the blade, falling to the ground dripping.

A pool of blood soon formed under his feet.

Under such circumstances, A Jian can still move and even launch an attack

Incredible!

"Fight Beihan!"

Xiao Lingyue was frightened by the side and threw Shen Yuting down and ran over: "Are you okay?"

Zhan Beihan did not look at her, and stared at A Jian with his eyes: "What's going on with this guy?"

Xiao Lingyue followed his gaze and saw A Jian's appearance, and couldn't help but breathe: "You stabbed?"

Zhan Bei said coldly: "What's wrong with his body. The last sword did not stab his heart, and the sword edge was slid away."

Xiao Lingyue believed that Zhan Beihan would not miss the situation. He said that A Jian must have some problems with his health.

Does he feel pain?

At this time, Yao Wuchen, who was blocked by A Jian, got up from the ground, spit out two spits, and spit out the dust in his mouth.

"You have all my clothes dirty."

He looked at the dirty white clothes on his body, complained dissatisfiedly, stood up and clapped his hands, and a smug smile appeared on his handsome face, and said to Zhan Beihan: "I just said A Jian is very strong, you can't kill me, right?"

A Jian stared at the two of them fiercely, his muscles rising like boiling, and his skin was bulging with blue veins. He saw a glance at the sword inserted into his chest.

Without hesitation, he reached out his hand, grabbed the sharp blade, pulled out the blade passing through his body little by little, and threw it on the ground.

The blood-stained sword landed on the ground with a clang.

A scarlet blood hole suddenly appeared on A Jian's left chest, and blood was like a gusto, looking shocking!

However, in just over a dozen seconds, Xiao Lingyue was shocked to see that the speed of bleeding in his wounds slowed down.

Small granulations grew around the wound, growing very quickly and slowly closed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But in a flash, most of the blood hole in Ajian's chest healed.

If it weren't for the blood on his body that hadn't dried yet, Xiao Lingyue looked at it and almost thought that he had been injured for ten days and half a month.

Such an amazing recovery speed?

Xiao Lingyue opened her eyes wide in shock and suddenly realized something.
Chapter completed!