After watching Zhao Ziyou leave, Chen Le refocused his attention on the battlefield.

At this time, the battlefield was already a mess, with corpses all over the ground, blood and broken limbs everywhere,

Most of the people were affected by the aftermath of Lu Heng's battle with the white-faced ghost, and they were directly shocked to death.

The traps that were ambushed in advance have also been used, and there are still a few traps, but because of Zhao Ziyou's arbitrariness, they can't be used now.

Can I find a helper...... The truck carrying Azhu was parked hundreds of meters away from this by himself, and the three cannibals behind him, except for one who couldn't move and was dying, were still in the car, and the other two, Zhang Hu and Zhong Hailin, had already run away in the chaos.

To sum up, there is neither way nor manpower, and the situation is very bad.

Everything can only be done on your own.

The problem is that I can't rely on it yet.

Let's not say that it is a little difficult for me to gather qi now, even if I can gather qi......

As the night said, the vast majority of people are not even considered martial artists, only those who can use qi can reach the first martial arts, and the first martial arts are at the human level, Yuan Conglong spent decades of his life before he barely went from the human level to the junior level of the grandmaster, and there are only a handful of people among the human beings who can reach the grandmaster level.

And what he is facing now is still a master of the world.

Worldly masters are actually extremely rare.

It's just that the cannibal race is more special, even in the alien race, the cannibal clan is also a special race, it is an extremely powerful race that can kill all alien races, can cultivate external martial arts, internal martial arts, and can strengthen itself by eating others.

Many races, for hundreds of years, have not been able to cultivate an extraordinary-level, such as the werewolf race and the like.

Therefore, it is not that Chen Le is not working hard enough, but the opponent's span is too large, and it has far exceeded his current level.

Chen Le's last opponent was Yuan Conglong, and it was Yuan Conglong, who was only at the human level twelve years ago, and he was almost slaughtered at that time.

Now he suddenly faces a white-faced ghost of the worldly level......

Chen Le knew with his knees that it was completely impossible to confront her head-on, only when Lu Heng was dragging her, he tried not to hinder Lu Heng and find an opportunity to give the white-faced ghost a slap from the side.

Of course, if Lu Heng could take advantage of the white-faced ghost's weakness, it would be the ideal situation to directly kill the white-faced ghost.

Chen Le picked up a long sword from the ground and slowly approached while paying attention to the battle between the two.

In a battle at this level, he had to be careful not to allow himself to become a burden to Lu Heng.

"Drink!"

As Lu Heng shouted again, the fists shot out like machine guns.

The white-faced ghost could still block a few times at first, and the unblocked fist power and the breath shot out splashed on the ground behind her, on the trees, and immediately exploded out more than half a meter of pits, and the flying sand and rocks flew sideways.

Soon, the white-faced ghost's defense collapsed under Lu Heng's lifeless attack, starting from the first hit on the white-faced ghost's body, making her defensive movements a little sluggish, and then driving a chain reaction, and soon there were second, third, and fourth punches, which hit the white-faced ghost's seemingly weak delicate body.

Under this kind of fist strength, ordinary people are afraid that they will be directly blasted out of a few big holes in their bodies.

But the white-faced ghost is carrying it.

The bewitching-looking and merry body has an abnormal ability to resist blows.

After receiving a few punches in succession, feeling the internal concussion, and the blood being scattered, the white-faced ghost gritted his teeth violently, and was forced to suffer from Lu Heng twice, breaking into Lu Heng's attack circle, stretching out his hand, and holding Lu Heng's fist with two hands.

For a moment, Lu Heng's attack with one punch was stopped.

"Give me death. ”

Chen Lexin said that it was over, and it would be over if he was caught.

Seeing that Lu Heng's already thick arm swelled in a circle, as if it was about to explode, Chen Le was frightened.

However, it was only for a moment, and it was quickly paid back.

The qi injected by the white-faced ghost did not blow up Lu Heng's arm, but was forcibly suppressed by Lu Heng with his own qi.

It would be almost impossible for this to happen in normal times, but at this time, the qi of the white-faced ghost gathering is too weak.

Lu Hengfei punched, and before the white-faced ghost could react, he hit her in the chin and knocked the white-faced ghost into the air.

The white-faced ghost suddenly lost its balance and flew upside down in mid-air.

Lu Heng jumped high and jumped to the white-faced ghost's side in an instant, and slammed down with a burst of his fists at the white-faced ghost's head.

"Don't be too rampant with me!"

When the white-faced ghost was out of balance, he also snorted, raised his hand in mid-air to block his face, and at the moment when he caught Lu Heng's fists slightly, with that force, the graceful body rotated, and the slender long legs swept 270 degrees, sweeping from the side to the back of Lu Heng's neck.

The murderous aura of the two of them sparked lightning in mid-air.

The white-faced ghost could feel himself hit the fragile part of the other's neck.

But he felt that Lu Heng was like a stone, motionless, and he shouted "Drink", and he just endured this sweep.

The fists were still under heavy pressure. With a "bang", it smashed on the white-faced ghost's head without any tricks.

I saw that the white-faced ghost shot straight down like a bird crashing in the sky, and smashed to the ground with a "boom", bringing a burst of dust to the ground, and at the same time, it also smashed a large crater several meters on the ground.

As if he had been severely injured, he lay on his side in the center of the pit, motionless and looked like he was dead.

On the other hand, Lu Heng fell to the ground steadily.

Chen Le was immediately overjoyed.

Lu Heng not only caught the explosive qi of the white-faced ghost, but also suffered the opponent's leg hard, did not move at all, and hit back.

Okay, let's keep the momentum going and take out the white-faced ghost.

Chen Le even wanted to cheer for the other party.

Ah, kill her.

But under a closer look, it was clearly found that even if Lu Heng was now dressed in blue, there was constantly red blood spilling out of his nose and ears.

The corners of the mouth couldn't stop the blood spreading.

Obviously, a few tricks to hard-pick the white-faced ghost are by no means as easy for him as they seem on the surface.

It's just that Lu Heng is more gentle, and he quietly endured it......

For a moment, Lu Heng stood still, desperately adjusting his breath.

The white-faced ghost also lay in the pit in a state of embarrassment, motionless, as if dead.

When Chen Le hesitated whether he could take the opportunity to go up and give the white-faced ghost a knife, he saw that the white-faced ghost suddenly moved again.

She shook her head slightly, supported the ground with her hands, and slowly got up.

Bright red blood from her head was left on her cheeks, and the white-faced ghost stretched out his tongue slightly, licking his own blood from his lower lip, and suddenly, the blood in his eyes became more abundant......

It was as if the blood in the noblest red wine glass reflected a terrifying blood moon, and under this dim moonlight, those eyes exuded a terrifying and bewitching light.

was obviously injured, but the fighting spirit on her body was even stronger.

Lu Heng also turned his neck slightly, making a crisp bone sound of rattling, staring directly at the white-faced ghost.

Chen Le felt it, although the white-faced ghost was injured, the qi she was affected by the loss of her soul had recovered a lot, that is, the injuries caused by Lu Heng to her were not as much as the qi she recovered.

On the other hand, Lu Heng, although this first battle seemed to be a small victory, it failed to cause enough damage, and now it is in full swing, and his momentum is slowly weakening.

Under the trade-off, the balance of victory is obviously tilting in favor of the white-faced ghost.

If you can't pry the balance again, you'll be doomed.

Chen Le frowned slightly, clenched his long sword, and slowly blended into the darkness.

"One moment, breath soul!"

In the darkness, the golden clock eyes became more and more brilliant......

I can only fight to the death......