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- Le'er's eyes turned cold, and she finally moved, rushing towards the left¡ª¡ª
The spears all flew back under Leer's call. Leer couldn't see who the spears would hit, so it didn't matter. They were all enemies anyway.
With his fist, he smashed the faces of several artistic conception level masters who were in the way without mercy.
Leer saw the pink sword light.
She has waited, and she believes that even if no one else can find the position of others in this darkness, there is at least one person who can definitely do it, cruel and gentle.
Under the cruel and gentle battle clothes, blood kept flowing, flowing through the boots and falling to the ground.
What she walked was a bloody road.
Her sword is still swinging.
But the speed has slowed down a lot, and her face is so pale that there is almost no blood.
But she's still walking.
When he saw Leer, Kuangwenwen suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground, but he still supported the ground with his left hand and persisted in trying to get up.
Leer rushed over and hugged Can Wenwen, who was covered in blood. "what happened?"
"Encountered a chessboard."
Leer clenched her fists tightly, and had no time to quarrel with the people who were still besieging her. She just held cruelty and gentleness and unleashed a bloody storm with one hand¡ª¡ª
In an instant, all the besieging spears were shot back.
Within and outside the field of vision, everyone who was shot screamed in agony. Not many were killed, but many were seriously injured.
Outside the dark area, Leer couldn't be sure, so he just guessed and hit back to hurt people.
For a moment, the enemies in the darkness were too injured, and the people behind them were not able to step forward, so no enemy attacks appeared for a while.
Le'er lifted up Cruel Gentle's battle clothes and glanced at the breasts on her chest. After sending a burst of Qi to detect it, she knew that Cruel Gentle had lost a lot of blood. It was a miracle that she could still hold on until this point. Under normal circumstances, she should have been there a long time ago. already dead. "Have you killed them?"
The cruel and gentle man whose face was covered with scars nodded slightly, his voice was very soft. Updates are fast, no pop-ups, pure text \"Kill."
"Okay! As expected of my Leer woman, well done!" Leer hugged her cruelly and tenderly, knowing that she could no longer be saved.
The cruel and gentle sword was still in her hand. She tried her best to move the sword and draw lines of different lengths on the ground
Before she finished painting, Leer had already lowered his head and kissed her injured red lips.
A group of artistic conception level masters who came into view felt a little weird and uncomfortable
The sword in the cruel and gentle hand was silent.
Her eyes were still open, looking as if they were alive.
When Leer's lips left her cruel and gentle lips, he took off her battle clothes and at the same time, poured in his inner strength and shattered her body with one punch. "Even if my woman dies, she cannot be trampled by the enemy."
Le'er doesn't care about the enemies within her field of vision.
She put away the sword left by Cruel Gentleness, and she had already memorized the lines of different lengths on the ground at a glance.
That is the ultimate goal of being cruel and gentle in dragging such a body.
The direction of the line is what she knows about the location of other people. The length of the line represents the distance, and the thickness of the line represents the priority.
Le'er started to move, moving towards the direction where the line was the second thickest and the distance was moderate. That line represented Rong'er. The thickest one must be Yue'er, but judging from the length of the line, the distance is too far. Based on the calculation of the time covered by darkness, Le'er speculated that Yue'er could not support it until now. It would be useless if she tried. Rong'er may still be able to hold on now, but she needs help the most to rescue her.
While running, a figure appeared in Leer's sight.
That¡¯s a man.
This man is none other than a passing dragonfly.
The Dark Ages are coming, and he is forced to participate in this battle, but he is not willing to participate in the war at all. If he can't be number one, it would be better for him to leave the world.
Especially now, what is popular today is not the self-created martial arts classics in the past. The skill of flying knives is still there, but the inner strength and mental skills are different, and the added ultimate attribute value is not as perfect as in the past. Of course, flying knives are not in their most perfect state. Throwing knives. Too many ads? Is there a pop-up window? Fresh interface, full site advertising
But he had to come. He could not think of a reason to go to the dark prison to refuse, nor could he think of a reason to refuse. The future of the common people and his own future depended on whether all public enemies could be eliminated.
A piece of spear shot Le'er flying.
Leer fired her spear and flew towards the passing dragonfly.
She knew that this person's artistic conception was very high.
The spears, intertwined and folded, flew towards the passing dragonfly¡ª¡ª
He moved his hand, and a flying knife shot out from his hand!
This is not a perfect flying knife. At this moment, he can no longer shoot the most perfect flying knife.
But he felt that enough killing was done.
At the last moment when the wall of spears was closed, the last gap was formed, and the flying knife flew through the gap in time!
Shoot towards Leer¡¯s throat.
However, before the flying knife passed through the gap, Leer had already lowered his body slightly.
When the flying knife came, Leer opened his mouth and bit it.
??Suddenly activated the special effects of the God of Heaven and Earth, and caught up with the wall made of spears.
With both palms withdrawing, dozens of guns suddenly turned into meteors shooting from all directions¡ª¡ª
The dragonfly passing by was surprised to see Leer's face after the wall in front of him flew away.
He hurriedly retreated, avoiding the fists that Leer could swing at any time.
He flew back quickly¡ª¡ª
His feet were off the ground in the void, but Leer once again activated the special effects of the God of Heaven and Earth, and in the blink of an eye, he caught up to him.
The passing dragonfly moved its hands quickly, and when two flying knives were about to shoot towards Leer's shoulders, a cold light came out of Leer's mouth¡ª¡ª
That was a flying knife, his own flying knife.
The passing dragonfly, who was in the void with his hands already moving, had no chance of dodge or catch the sword.
The flying knife pierced his throat, and his hurried hands had no strength
He fell to the ground.
Watching Leer running over him. "Playing with a hidden weapon in front of my Le'er? You're looking for death! Even if you're jealous of other girls, you don't dare to play with her flying needle in front of my Le'er!"
He actually died under his own flying knife?
Jianghu Lu has said more than once that in close combat, Leer is the most lethal person, and at the same time, he is the least likely person in Jianghu to be killed by a hidden weapon.
At this moment, the passing dragonfly believed it.
A large piece of Li¡¯s face was already broken.
His hands were trembling involuntarily, not because of fear. It's because his energy has been exhausted.
Looking at the frightened faces of the surrounding enemies, he smiled.
??The people around you are a bunch of idiots. He was exhausted, but these cowards were still too scared to step forward.
At this time, there were voices from people outside.
Their communication has always relied on word of mouth and shouting.
The three-foot range spreads continuously.
"Xia Hongyu is dead!"
"Xia Hongyu is dead!"
When it reached the ears of people around Li, those enemies, like everyone else, continued to shout and spread it to the people three feet around him. Those who heard it continued to shout and passed it on
Li smiled brightly after hearing the news. "That woman, lie down before me! It's almost time. I've reached my limit. You scumbags will soon be trembling under my sharp sword. Lie down!"
Li's sword suddenly waved.
The enemies around him involuntarily took half a step back.
But this time, Li¡¯s sword cut his own throat.
Six days and six nights, his energy has bottomed out, exhausted, his fighting power is gone, and he has reached his limit
The sword was being swung, but it had lost its power and accuracy.
Yuan Chaonian is no longer able to swing the spear in his left hand.
The surrounding enemies were fighting, but they still didn't dare to step forward.
He was like a god of war. In the hearts of the enemies around him, many people had died under his sword and spear during the six days and six nights of fighting.
But Yuan Chaonian¡¯s face, which was always calm and composed, showed no emotional changes, as if he was never tired.
Yuan Chaonian still has internal strength, but he has lost a lot of blood, but his armor covers a wider area, and the blood flows inside, so the surrounding enemies cannot see it at all. He deliberately wrapped the cloak around his neck to prevent others from seeing the bleeding wounds on his neck that had burst and had no chance to heal. In battle, how to cleverly improve morale and reduce the enemy's fighting spirit is what Yuan Chaonian is good at. But at this moment, he no longer has this need.
In Yuan Chaonian¡¯s memory, he has never experienced such a fight.
One person continued to fight for six days and six nights.
He felt very happy??In such a battle, he realized his limits that he had never thought of before.
Within the field of vision, an artistic conception level master walked out.
When Yuan Chaonian saw this man, he knew that his end had come, because this man was not an Amon, but a master who knew how to fight. In the fairy world, they had led troops to fight against demons together, and then this man went to the Holy Land of Righteousness. "It's not bad to fall under your sword." Yuan Chaonian smiled brightly.
The man shook his head slightly. "You deserve to die by your own sword. In fact, you were wronged and you really didn't do anything. Maybe your only mistake was that you shouldn't have joined the Justice League."
"You are wrong. This is the most correct choice I have made in my life. Do you know what is the difference between the arena and the battlefield?" Yuan Chaonian asked with a smile, and the man shook his head truthfully. "It's all a battle, there's no difference."
"Yes, the battlefield requires discipline and cooperation. Personal heroism is a taboo on the battlefield. Jianghu is different. Jianghu is a place where one explores one's limits and continuously improves one's ultimate strength. I am very glad that I chose the Justice League, so I can meet you today. It turns out that the limit of my strength has reached a level that was unimaginable in the past." Yuan Chaonian raised his sword and stabbed his heart with his backhand. The pain made him smile even more happily. "I like Jianghu. When the dark age is over, I will still be in Jianghu and the Zixiao Sword Sect."
The spear supports the ground and Yuan Chaonian's body.
His head did not hang down and his body remained upright.
The man sighed, full of regret. Yes, a warrior on the battlefield will never let himself fall until death, especially a commander. A commander who stands until death can also inspire morale and pass on the spirit. (To be continued.); - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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