The duration of the Septic Sword Technique is almost at its limit.

If you drag on it, five of the remaining seven people will lose their combat effectiveness.

Only Ma Chengzhong and Ghost Shadow are powerful and have great eyesight, and they maintain a nearly full attitude, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner.

Ma Chengzhong and Ghost Shadow looked at each other. They were old partners, and they understood what the other was thinking with just one look.

"Divine Sword Slash!" Yang Pan saw the opportunity and killed another person.

Only six people are left now.

"Do you still have a chance? Surrender. Six doors handle cases according to law. Surrender may not necessarily lead to death." Yang Pan advised.

"Captain Yang, I'm afraid you won't last long, right? Your injury is even heavier than us. If you continue like this, how much blood will you have to shed?" Ma Chengzhong tentatively said.

Yang Pan now looked red with blood, adding a bit of ferociousness. It was really a magical sword that cut off one and two pieces. When the corpse exploded, the flesh and blood flew everywhere, and it was inevitable that it would touch the body.

Yang Pan killed more than a dozen people in a row, and all of them died terrible. In addition, he did not deliberately hide, so he was dyed red.

Ma Chengzhong couldn't tell because of this. How much of this blood was shed by Yang Pan himself.

Yang Pan knew that the blood on his body was someone else’s.

"That's right, I really can't hold on for long, but aren't you the same? The duration of the secret technique of the Septic Sword is about to come, right? Ma Chengzhong, do you two also have to use the Septic Sword to fight me to the death?" Yang Pan asked meaningfully.

Although the remaining four black-clothed killers were all red in their eyes, they still had a trace of rationality. When they heard Yang Pan's words, they couldn't help but act a little slower.

Only then did they realize that the poster and the poster had not used the secret technique of Septic Sword.

"Hmph, don't show off your verbal advantage. Today you will destroy the elites of the entire building of Building 89. This is a bloody hatred. I will never stop with you today." After Ma Chengzhong said, his aura rose sharply.

The ghost followed closely behind and burst out with a strong aura.

Although Yang Pan's wound has healed, he still suffered some internal injuries. The killers of the Black Clothes in the middle stage only brought some external injuries to Yang Pan. They looked serious, but they recovered the fastest.

Only Ma Chengzhong and Guiying, two innate and perfect powerful men, hit Yang Pan three-palm and five swords one after another, and suffered internal injuries.

The Blood Shadow Magic Art can also recover internal injuries, but the recovery speed is slower than external injuries.

The two innate perfection powers used all their strength and slapped them with one palm at the same time.

The timing of the operation was extremely clever, just when Yang Pan was in the time when the old power had lost and the new power had not yet emerged, it was difficult to avoid it, so he could only fight hard.

"Good opportunity!" Yang Pan held a knife in his right hand and used his full strength to slash a divine sword without hesitation.

"Die!" Ma Chengzhong clearly saw that Yang Pan's sword was not for him. He happened to take this opportunity to completely severely damage Yang Pan, the terrible enemy, and even take this opportunity to deal with him.

The ghost was shocked because Yang Pan's sword was fired at him.

"Accelerate, dodge, I must dodge." The ghost burst out with a powerful survival potential between life and death, and without hesitation, he used the long-prepared secret technique of the Septic Sword. His state increased greatly, and his speed exceeded his heyday. The true qi in his body was running wildly, and the speed increased by ten times. He didn't care about the ability of his own meridians to withstand it.

At the critical moment, the ghost's figure seemed to move across the sky, and instantly moved three feet away.

The ghost breathed a sigh of relief deep in his heart, because he finally avoided the trajectory of the knife.

A magical thing happened. The moment the ghost moved across the sky, the sword light transformed by the divine sword slash turned a corner in the middle and appeared in front of the ghost almost at the same time.

The ghost shadow had just breathed a sigh of relief and felt a pain in his eyebrows, and then his eyes became dark and he lost consciousness.

There were many bystanders who saw this scene, and everyone was stunned, as if they saw a ghost.

"How is this possible?"

"Am I dazzled? Can the sword light turn around?"

"It's not surprising that the sword light turns, it's just that the technique is unique, so it can be done, but this is obviously..." This person couldn't find any adjectives to describe it.

"This sword is really unpredictable. You can't even avoid it. What a terrible sword technique. Yang Yinzhang is really powerful. What a powerful sword at a young age."

"Brothers, have enough rest, let's go up and help." Five bronze seal captains who were still fighting, pulled their swords and rushed into the battle, intercepting the two black-clothed building killers behind Yang Pan.

Yang Pan stretched out his left hand and faced Ma Chengzhong hard.

With the reaction force, he avoided the vital points of one killer stabbing, but the right rib was inevitably pierced by another killer with a sword.

This sword was the heaviest sword injury Yang Pan suffered, but fortunately this sword did not stab the internal organs and bones. If it were ordinary people, the face of this penetration injury would inevitably lead to continuous blood flow.

The killer succeeded with one sword and immediately withdrew his sword and retreated.

The sword was pulled out, and the blood immediately flew out, and the blood flowed like a pillar.

"Ghost Shadow!" Ma Chengzhong looked at the ghost who was scored by a knife and looked shocked. Although he had expected it, now, even a congenital perfect master like Ghost Shadow could not stop Yang Pan's sword. If he had changed himself, he would probably end up the same way.

"Retreat!" Ma Chengzhong shouted loudly and immediately flew into a room.

"No, run quickly." The four remaining killers in the Black Clothing Building changed their faces and fled in scattered.

But the captains at the Six Gates are not vegetarians, they will be intercepted if they fly.

"There are a lot of thunders buried in this yard. If you don't want to die, you will hurry up and exit." One of the killers shouted anxiously.

"Retreat!" Yang Pan turned into a bloody light and immediately withdrew from the courtyard.

The others also showed their skills and fled outside.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom--" A series of explosions sounded, the entire house was blown up, and the big house ignited.

"It's true that there is a backup plan, it's really cunning." Yang Pan's face was a little pale. The sword just now hurt his energy and has not been replenished yet.

Yang Pan closed his eyes and observed it with the blood source perception technique. Sure enough, he found that one of the breaths was quickly away from here. At this moment, it had reached a mile away and its speed was still increasing.

"It's a pity that this person is too cunning. Since the fight, he has been slim and often retreats with one blow, without any desire to fight, and treats his subordinates as cannon fodder. Otherwise, how could I let this person go easily?" Yang Pan shook his head and sighed.

However, although Yang Pan's original purpose was not achieved, he also gained a lot.
Chapter completed!