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Chapter 1481

Words:2030Update:22/11/06 12:28:58

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"Buzz ~"

The Iron Sword's buzzing sound seemed to be covered by a layer of transparent glass. It was a little low and deep. It was emitting a cold air, making it difficult for people to get close to it.

Yan Luan looked at the Iron Sword in front of her, but she did not dare to reach out her hand. It was as if her hand would be frozen if she did.

Yan Luan's eyes gradually turned red. She was telling herself that even if it was placed in front of her, she did not have the courage and strength to take it.

Damn it!

Yan Luan's heart was filled with anger. She looked at the person who was fighting with Ning Huan not far away. She gritted her teeth and suddenly reached out her hand to grab the Iron Sword's hilt.

The buzzing sound of the Iron Sword suddenly stopped. The coldness in the air also receded like the tide.

Yan Luan was surprised. Was it that easy?

She looked at the Iron Sword in her hand. The sword was covered with simple patterns. A red line ran through the middle of the sword. It was faintly shining with red light. It gave people a very uncomfortable feeling. It was demonic and evil.

The Iron Sword was very light in her hand. It was so light that it seemed to be weightless. However, when it was in her hand, it was obviously very strong.

Yan Luan tried to wave it. It did not have the same momentum as when she waved it. She also tried to use her internal energy. However, her internal energy could not be injected into the Iron Sword.

How to use this sword?

Yan Luan was still studying how to use the Iron Sword. On the other side, Ning Huan was already at a disadvantage. When he saw Yan Luan holding the Iron Sword, he immediately rushed over. Shi Sheng swiftly grabbed his collar and pulled him back. His clothes weren't fastened tightly to begin with so with Shi Sheng's tug, his entire shirt was ripped off, revealing his white undergarments. Without the thick and wide outer robe, his chest was completely flat.

Shi Sheng took the opportunity to throw his clothes and covered Ning Huan. He lifted his leg and kicked Ning Huan's stomach. Although Ning Huan could not see, he could distinguish the danger in the air. He moved his body to the side and pulled off his clothes to let himself see.

With his head covered, he was a little confused. He wanted to go to Yan Luan's side, but now he was obviously further away from Yan Luan. Shi Sheng was standing between him and Yan Luan.

Ning Huan took a deep breath with a gloomy face. This woman was more powerful than she had imagined.

At first, he thought that she was relying on that sword, but after she stopped using it, he realized that she was actually very powerful. Her moves were even more strange and unsystematic, but she was able to win with speed.

"Your Highness, give me the sword." Ning Huan shouted at Yan Luan.

Yan Luan did not understand how to use this thing. When she heard Ning Huan calling her, she did not hesitate and quickly threw the sword over.

The weight of the Iron Sword was beyond Ning Huan's imagination. It was too light …

Like a fake.

How did she manage to wield such a light sword with such an imposing manner?

Shi Sheng stared at Ning Huan with a faint smile. "Do you think my stuff is so useful?"

She raised her hand slightly. The Iron Sword buzzed and shook away from Ning Huan's hand. Ning Huan held it tightly and took a step back. The Iron Sword floated in front of her and spun around as if showing off. Then, it flew back to Shi Sheng's side and fell into his hand.

Yan Qiu's gaze lingered on the Iron Sword for a moment. He had tried this sword before, but he could not exert any power. It was just like an ordinary sword, or even worse. It could not even leave a mark on the table. No wonder she dared to throw it around.

If it was picked up by someone, it would just be a useless sword. She could call it back whenever she wanted.

But this sword seemed to protect him on its own.

He then looked at the owner of the sword, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Ning Huan looked at Yan Luan. The two of them attacked at the same time, one from the front and one from the back, attacking Shi Sheng from both sides.

A red light appeared and gathered into countless petals, surrounding the Iron Sword. When the two of them approached Shi Sheng, all the petals scattered in all directions and gathered into a complete flower.

"Ah!"

The flowers were densely packed. No matter how fast Ning Huan and Yan Luan were, they could not avoid so many flowers.

The two of them were knocked away at the same time. Almost at the same time, Shi Sheng felt his arm go numb and he took a step back.

The flowers that did not hit them scattered into petals and disappeared into the darkness. All kinds of collapsing sounds came from the darkness. The shadows of the tall trees could be seen falling down slowly.

"Ahhh, what happened?!" Little Black Face led his men out from behind the collapsed building. If they did not run out, they would be buried.

Shi Sheng used the Iron Sword to support himself and looked up at the sky. There were dark clouds gathering.

"Heroine, heroine …" Little Black Face rushed to Shi Sheng and saw Yan Luan and Ning Huan lying on the ground. He was a little helpless, "They …"

"Didn't you want to take Ning Huan's head? Why aren't you going? "Shi Sheng shook his numb hand and looked at Little Black Face expressionlessly.

"Oh, oh." Little Black Face nodded stupidly. Then, he led his two dumbfounded men to Ning Huan.

Little Black Face seemed to cry out in surprise. He probably found out that Princess Ning Huan was a man.

Shi Sheng dragged the Iron Sword to Yan Luan's side.

"Cough cough …" Those seemingly harmless flowers hit her body, but they were like boulders that weighed a thousand kilograms. Her internal organs were shaken to the point of being displaced.

There was blood on the corner of Yan Luan's mouth. Her eyes were filled with fear. She was afraid of Shi Sheng and the sword.

This was not a weapon that a human should have.

"Cough, cough … Hong Jin, you can't kill me …"

"Why not?" The Iron Sword was stabbed in front of her. The woman's mocking voice came from above her head, "Didn't you want to kill me before? You can kill me, but I can't kill you?"

"You tried to assassinate me first."

Shi Sheng shrugged, "You wanted to kill me, and I wanted to kill you. Is it important how this happened? Or, if I let you go today, you won't care about what happened today? Do I look like a fool to you? "

Shi Sheng pulled out the Iron Sword, pointed it at Yan Luan's chest, and stabbed it down without hesitation.

The resistance was great. Yan Luan's arm felt like it was going to be broken. It was like a rubber band was wrapped around his arm, and his blood vessels were about to burst.

This was the price of killing the female lead.

Yan Luan looked on helplessly as the metal sword pierced her chest. Fear and pain gradually filled her eyes. No …

"No —"

Yan Luan's voice was miserable and sharp. It cut through the night like a ghost crying.

"Boom —"

Purple lightning came crashing down from the sky, landing right where Shi Sheng was standing. In the blink of an eye, a dense cloud of lightning fell from the sky, engulfing her whole body in lightning.

The area was full of flashing lightning.

The moment the lightning struck, Yan Qiu rushed over. However, before he could get a meter away, the petals that had disappeared earlier quickly gathered from both sides and collided with each other. They formed a flower wall in front of him, blocking his path.

"You won't let me pass?" Yan Qiu looked at the flower wall and murmured.

He tried to touch the spinning petals, but they were not lethal. There was only a gentle resistance.

Yan Qiu tried to calm himself down. He looked at the lightning area, but the lightning was too dense. He could not see her at all.

Countless images flashed through Yan Qiu's mind. They used to be blurry, but now they were clear. It was like a movie playing in his mind at the fastest speed.

A lot of memories suddenly came back. Yan Qiu's face was pale, but he became gentle, as if he was coated with a layer of warm light. "Xiao Sheng …"

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