C14 (2/2)
The Xuan Artifact and its master were in sync, and their speed could be said to be quite fast, but in front of Uncle Rong, it was still not fast enough. In the face of Uncle Rong, the Xuan Artifact and its master's speed could be said to be in sync, but in front of Uncle Rong, it was still not fast enough.
”Brat, you dare to be distracted while fighting me? Since you don't care about your own life, then I will accept it!”
The dagger flashed with a white light as it flew towards Jun Mo Xie's throat. At this moment, Mo Yujian had no time to defend, so Jun Lin had no choice but to use his blood essence to defend his fist and use his flesh and blood to defend.
This attack, this dagger …
As if chopping down on armor, Uncle Rong emitted a metallic clanging sound. He didn't panic, and his dagger fiercely pulled downwards, leaving a bone-deep wound. Then, ignoring the inky black jade sword that was flying towards him, he stabbed his dagger into Jun Lanyue's chest.
His blood essence had stagnated to the point that it was difficult to circulate. Now that he couldn't even protect his fist, he didn't dare to hope that he could still protect his chest. Both of his hands grasped onto Uncle Rong's dagger-wielding hand, and an irresistible force passed through.
In the face of death, Jun Lanyue activated his hidden potential. His suppressed legs accumulated strength, and he was barely able to lift his body up a little at this critical moment. The dagger that should have pierced through his heart pierced through his tender abdomen.
Uncle Rong didn't think that such a situation wouldn't be able to kill Jun Linyue. At this time, the threat of Mo Yujian appeared. His original plan of killing Jun Linyue and naturally causing his sword to lose its spirituality had failed.
He still hadn't breathed a sigh of relief when an astounding scene appeared. Even though his abdomen had been slashed open by the dagger, no intestines had flowed out, and even the blood that flowed out was pitifully small. This was simply abnormal; an ordinary person's blow like this would have been more than enough for them to fight, but Jun Lanyue was still able to stand!
He took out his dagger and forcefully attacked Uncle Rong. The wound was temporarily suppressed by his blood essence, so it wouldn't cause too much of an impact, but he had to obtain fresh blood as soon as possible to nurture it.
After all, Uncle Rong was old, and although the fights before hadn't been long, it was still a big burden for him. Old men were used to living in luxury, and although he was still able to show off his strength for a while, his endurance was far too lacking. Under the desperate attacks of Mo Yu Jian and Jun Lanyue, it was gradually becoming difficult for him to resist the onslaught of the Ink Jade Sword, and if he was stabbed by the inconspicuous dagger in Jun Lanyue's hand, a large portion of his muscles would instantly die.
Sensing that Uncle Rong's strength and speed had decreased, Jun Lanyue didn't spare him. He waved his black jade sword, successfully attracting Uncle Rong's attention. Then, he fiercely stabbed his dagger into Uncle Rong's chest.
Uncle Rong's uninjured hand loosened its grip on his dagger and grabbed onto Jun Yan Yue, preventing him from retreating. He grinned sinisterly.
A sense of danger flashed past Jun Lanyue's heart. He wanted to use a secret technique to absorb the blood essence, but it was too late. The arm which Uncle Rong had broken earlier, violently struck against his abdomen.
The broken bone protruded from his flesh and stabbed into Jun Bluemoon's abdomen.
Soon, Uncle Rong's entire body spasmed as he weakly fell to the ground. Under the stimulation of the blood essence, the wound on his abdomen was no longer bleeding, but Jun Lanyue didn't want his wife to know that he was holding a hand over the wound.