First Summoner

Chapter 1081: Fighting Fiercely

Just when the young man in black was distracted, Shen Yan quickly found an opportunity to counterattack. She raised her knee and pushed hard towards the young man's lower body.

The young man keenly sensed her intention and quickly dodged.

But in just a moment, Shen Yan drew his sword and swung it towards him, but the young man dodged it nimbly.

boom--

The young man took a few steps back, and after gaining his footing, his gaze paused for a few seconds on the sword she was holding. His eyes, which had been as dark as ink, began to show some ripples, and he raised his hand.

The sword in Shen Yan's hand moved uncontrollably towards the young man in black.

Shen Yan did not force him to stay and let him go directly.

She raised her hand, and the Tianzhou Divine Sword fell into her hand again.

Her face was pale, with blood at the corners of her lips, and she didn't look very well, but the look in her eyes as she stared at the young man in black was surprisingly bright.

It wasn't a loving look.

It's a crazy desire to fight.

She completely regarded herself as an opponent.

The young man in black thought so in his heart as he slowly tightened the hilt of the sword. However, the scene of Bai Yao carrying her on his back suddenly appeared in his mind. At that time, her eyes were cold, yet contained a hint of tenderness.

He couldn't help feeling a little irritated.

At this time, Shen Yan raised his sword and attacked again. The sharp sword wind brushed across his cheek and almost tore his mask.

The young man in black immediately raised his sword to block her attack. With a clang, the two swords collided and produced a fierce flame.

The two men fought fiercely.

But Shen Yan knew that the young man in black had no intention of killing.

Because he had several opportunities to kill himself.

From the perspective of the young man in black, Shen Yan only had the intention to fight, not the intention to kill.

Neither of them would let each other go.

The battle lasted for a long time.

Shen Yan constantly learned lessons and gained experience from actual combat, and improved her sword skills time and time again. At this moment, the only thing in her mind was "becoming stronger".

The young man in black seemed to have noticed her intention and silently "cooperated" with her, gradually forgetting his original intention.

He particularly enjoyed close combat with her.

That way, he could get closer to her.

Half an hour later.

Shen Yan was almost exhausted and she could no longer fight.

She had many sword wounds all over her body, and blood from the back of her hands was flowing down and dripping onto the Tianzhou Divine Sword.

The young man in black stood opposite her, and his hoarse voice once again entered her sea of ​​consciousness, "Hand it over."

However, this time the tone was not so strong.

Shen Yan's lips turned pale, and she slowly raised her eyes, "If you kill me, you can get it."

Hearing this, the black-clothed youth's sinister and cold eyes shrank slightly.

He didn't answer.

Instead, he turned and left.

But in an instant, the young man in black disappeared.

After he left, Shen Yan leaned over and spat out a mouthful of turbid blood. Then she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve. Then she slowly raised her eyes and looked in a certain direction. A purple figure vaguely appeared in the thick gray fog.

The purple figure moved.

Getting closer.

Until the man walked to a nearby distance and stopped.

A gentle smile appeared on his handsome face, his eyes were tender, and his voice was warm and pleasant.

"Girl, do you need help?"

Shen Yan looked up at the young man in front of her who seemed to be wearing a mask, and twitched the corners of her lips slightly, "Need it."

Jiuyao heard this and smiled without changing his expression.

"Then I'll take the girl back."

Shen Yan smiled gently, "I won't bother you with this little thing when we get back. I need you to help me heal my wounds."

After these words were spoken, the smile on Jiuyao's face froze for a moment.

Without waiting for him to speak, Shen Yan walked directly in front of him, extended her hand in front of him, and said softly: "Thank you."

Jiuyao touched her clear and cold eyes. There was no emotion in her eyes. She looked at him as if he were a stranger.

He smiled.

Immediately, he raised his hand, gathered his strength and transmitted it to Shen Yan through the air.

Inconsistent with his apparent temperament, the power he transmitted to Shen Yan was violent and manic, as if he wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of her instead of healing her wounds.

Shen Yan felt his power rushing through his body, as if it was about to tear his flesh and blood, causing him severe pain.

He pretended to be ignorant and bewildered, and said softly, "I have never treated anyone before. If I have offended you, please forgive me."

Shen Yan smiled back, "I'll forgive you."

She secretly used her spiritual power to make the golden beads in her body move.

In an instant——

Most of the power transmitted by Jiuyao was madly absorbed by the golden beads.

Jiuyao noticed something strange, he still smiled, but secretly sent a strand of his spiritual consciousness along the power he transmitted to enter Shen Yan's body to find out what was going on.

But his spiritual consciousness was blocked outside by Shen Yan's spiritual power.

Inaccessible.

Shen Yan raised her eyes and looked at him. "Is the power and true energy you sent to me too little? Why do I feel that the healing effect is minimal?"

Jiuyao was stunned for a moment, and wanted to take advantage of the situation to back off. "In that case, I will take you back first and let Baiyao heal you."

Shen Yan shook her head, "I need your help, not Bai Yao's."

After a pause, she said seriously, "Send me more strength and energy."

Jiuyao smiled, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Okay." He turned his wrist slightly, and the power condensed in his palm became more and more violent, entering Shen Yan's meridians and spiritual bones. However, before this power aura hit Shen Yan's spiritual bones, most of it had been absorbed by the golden beads in his body.

The golden bead could fully contain his power aura, no matter how much it was.

Shen Yan looked at him and smiled.

Jiuyao also smiled back.

The two secretly competed.

Jiuyao's face became increasingly ugly, as the strength in his body was almost exhausted.

"Girl, what do you think?"

"A little more comfortable."

Jiuyao smiled, "Is it just a little more comfortable?"

The tone was quite gnashing of teeth.

Shen Yan nodded, "Yes, just teleport me for another half a quarter of an hour."

Jiuyao maintained his smile and said, "I see that the girl's complexion has improved a lot, why don't I send her back first?"

"Not urgent."

These two words were neither light nor heavy, and Jiuyao almost lost control of his expression.

In the end, Jiuyao still gave her half a quarter of an hour of power.

Shen Yan slowly guided his power into his body, and wherever he passed, the originally chaotic aura gradually calmed down.

She guided this force along the meridians, constantly impacting the blocked meridians.

Every impact brought a pain.

With the continuous impact of the force, the damaged meridians began to slowly repair themselves, and the originally broken parts also gradually healed.

Then, she took out a healing pill and swallowed it without hesitation. The pill melted in her mouth and turned into a powerful medicinal force that quickly spread throughout her body.

Wherever the medicine went, Shen Yan's injuries were relieved to a certain extent.

Especially those external wounds, under the effect of medicine, began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.