Chen Le rolled on the spot, although he was a little embarrassed, but he also narrowly avoided the punch that came from behind.

This is not a punch that can be blocked at all, no, this is a punch that is impossible to parry, as long as it is rubbed, it will be knocked away.

The tomb keeper's punch was blasted, because of the extraordinary speed and power, it would squeeze the air, as if it was an air cannon, and it would be crippled several meters away.

What to do, what to do?

There is no way to take the move at all, and the right move.

If you are touched, you will die.

What kind of monster is this?

Chen Le rolled over, reluctantly picked up the long sword on the ground with his left hand, and turned to face the mausoleum guard.

He didn't know where he had to find the courage and confidence to fight the Mausoleum Keepers, and his heart was now full of despair.

His arm hurt and he was about to faint. There were tears and blood in his eyes, injuries everywhere on his body, his spiritual power was close to exhaustion, and the twelve quarter soul clock couldn't move at all, and his body was tattered, and he could hardly find anything intact.

It's easier to absolutely lie down and faint than to stand.

However, hold on.

Gotta hold on, I can't fall yet.

Glancing at Yuan Bingyao, who was running hard behind the mausoleum guards, Chen Le could only warn himself in his heart that he couldn't give up easily, and that he would hold on until the last second before Yuan Bingyao escaped safely.

Saving her is equivalent to saving herself, and if she still has a chance to go out to dream, when the time comes, she will be able to live......

Chen Le used his only remaining left hand, holding a long sword, facing the mausoleum guard, while gasping with difficulty, he said, "Senior, is a person as powerful as you actually defeated by the hands of the black codex?" ”

"The Black Codex? Anyway, we are also destined, and if you kill me, you may be able to avenge yourself,...... Of course, I'm not going to just get caught with my hands down. ”

"Kill you, kill you! I'm going to kill you and avenge everyone. ”

“......”

Yuan Bingyao was already trying her best to escape.

She is not a mother-in-law, and Yuan Bingyao's thinking is more rational.

The reason is very simple, if this is his dream, then he is the only one who solves the dream, and then Chen Le will also be saved.

Therefore, you can't die, you must think of a way to unravel the dream.

There's no time to hesitate, just hurry.

Yuan Bingyao actually wanted to speed up her pace with the help of the wind with the help of the wind.

But, no matter how hard she tries, there is no wind around her to follow her wishes.

She couldn't run with the wind as she used to.

Immediately, she tried to use other methods to drive this dream, because if it was her own dream, she only needed to take a few steps, and the terrain would automatically shift away from the mausoleum keepers.

But, it's useless now.

This also made Yuan Bingyao finally realize that something was wrong.

After running for another hundred meters, when Chen Le and the mausoleum keeper could no longer be seen behind, Yuan Bingyao paused suddenly.

Shaking his head again and again, "No, no, no, there is one biggest problem......

......

......

"Bang"!

"Boom"!

"Boom"!

After a series of explosions, the battlefield was filled with sand and dust, and several new craters were added.

Before the dust had dissipated, a sword light suddenly appeared behind the mausoleum keeper in the center of the dust, and the sword light dispersed the dust and brought a cold air.

The mausoleum keeper didn't look back, and slapped him directly behind him.

That huge palm didn't need to touch people at all, and as that palm swung out, the murderous aura it brought out caused the air to seem to turn into a huge fleshy palm, which slashed at Chen Le's body.

There was another loud sound of the sky shaking.

Chen Le was like the mosquito being slapped by a person's giant palm, without any resistance, he was slapped to the ground and fell to the center of the pit, and the whole person fell into the soil, imprinting his whole body in the soil.

Chen Le's "Wow, ......" sounded, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

He was already unconscious, his body was completely scattered, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose basically didn't feel anything, his hands and feet had no strength at all, and he couldn't even hold a sword.

Chen Le just lay on the ground in a large shape, looking at the only vague and bloody sky in his line of sight with a blank and casual expression.

Yourself, is this the end of it?

The level difference is too much.

You can't even hurt someone's hair.

Compared with Yuan Conglong's battle, compared to the current one, it is simply a world of difference.

It's too far away!

Already, I can't even squeeze out a little strength.

I obviously want to work harder.

Fortunately, it should be enough to send Yuan Bingyao away, and he has persevered to the end.

It must be a lot easier to die.

The excessive bleeding made Chen Le already struggle to see the things in front of him clearly, even so, in the corner of his eye, he still unexpectedly saw the stunning skirt.

"For, for...... What the...... Again, are you back?"

Yuan Bingyao just opened her arms and blocked in front of Chen Le, even though she was afraid, even though she was overwhelmed by the murderous aura, even though she knew that if she died, it was very likely, she would die forever, but she still decided to come back.

Yuan Bingyao raised her petite face and faced the fear of death in front of her with a fierce gaze.

Biting his thin lip, he replied stubbornly, "You can't die, you promised me that you would always be by my side, and you were not allowed to leave until I died!"

"Don't, be stupid, as long as you ......"

"It's useless, it's useless!"

Yuan Bingyao shook her head lightly and said, "Because,...... It's not my dream anymore, I can't control the wind, I can't change the environment at will, and I don't have any power, so if you die, most likely, you're really dead. ”

"The clearest evidence is ......"

Yuan Bingyao said and looked directly at the mausoleum keeper in front of him, "You, who the hell is it, I don't know you at all, why are you here, what do you want?"

Of course, the mausoleum keeper just muttered and repeated, "Kill you, kill you, kill you," and then walked towards the two of them step by step.

Chen Le could only reply in a faint voice, "He is the person in the painting, the old man......"

Halfway through speaking, he remembered.

Yuan Bingyao was dozens of meters away from the two at that time, and it was dark, and more importantly, the painting was facing away from her, Yuan Bingyao couldn't see the painting at all, and the only people who saw the painting at that time were herself and the owner of the commissary.

Just like the Soul Clock has become an ordinary bell, in Yuan Bingyao's dream, it will only appear, the things she has seen, the people she has seen, so if this is Yuan Bingyao's dream, there should not be this mausoleum keeper, Yuan Bingyao has never seen him at all!

Now this is not Yuan Bingyao's dream at all.

So where is this?