In the early spring night, there was still a faint chill of late winter, the cold wind rippled in the moonlight and rippled in circles of the withered yellow plain, the broken flags were lonely and lonely fluttering with the sorrow on the battlefield, the blood had penetrated into the earth and had long since dried up and blackened, and the stiff corpses that had lost their vitality were scattered in every corner.

There is still a strong smell of blood lingering in the air, swords and swords, drums and horns, fighting and shouting, familiar and cruel pictures flying in the trance in front of you, vivid faces falling in pain and groaning, glory and faith, power and desire are intertwined and carry a wordless and sad death.

Many years later, no one will remember that at the foot of this plain full of flowers and grass, countless unknown people who died in battle were buried, only those children, husbands and fathers left endless thoughts and pain.

The moonlight reflected two long oblique black shadows galloping, and there was no overlap in the chase before and after, occasionally the sword light shone and drew a snowy wind blade to blow up bursts of grass clippings and dust to cover the sky, and the black shadows that disappeared in the hazy smoke and dust reappeared, but the distance between them was getting closer and closer.

Alonsos had probably never experienced such a ridiculous battle, and when he took out his spare sword with the intention of quickly defeating the young swordsman in front of him, who would have thought that the other party would turn around and run away like a wild horse without saying a word!

That's right! Xia Lan has escaped! He even ran away in the middle of the battle!

Alonsos, on the other hand, naturally began to pursue the other party, due to the intense consumption of "Sacrifice of Faith", his speed was no longer as fast as lightning at the beginning, and although the gap between the two was getting closer and closer with the passage of time, his strength was also slowly declining.

No doubt. The young swordsman intended to weaken his strength by delaying time. So as to narrow the gap in absolute strength between the two sides.

Alonsos did not think of abandoning the other side and instead pointed the finger at Alvat and Pandelia, who led the army to evacuate behind the battlefield. However, the young swordsman seemed to have insight into his thoughts, and when his speed slowed down slightly, the young swordsman also slowed down, as if he was seducing the murderous intent in his heart!

When he fully realized that it was impossible to catch up with the other party in a short period of time and turn around and rush in the direction of Alvat's withdrawal, the young swordsman no longer ran away, but chased his figure and continued to harass and attack, and the sword qi that continued to fly in one after another hindered Alonsos's steps, when he could not bear the anger to fight back against the other party. The young swordsman turned around and ran away like a slippery loach, and after several successive episodes of this, Alonsos, who was completely enraged, finally fell into the young swordsman's calculations, and pursued Xia Lan with the idea of not giving up.

The long-term running and the release of sword qi attacks harassed Xia Lan's body strength gradually fell into a predicament of exhaustion, coupled with the previous injuries, he felt that there was a raging fire in his chest that was constantly burning violently, and the intense pain made his face extremely pale, and he felt that Alonsos's breath was getting closer and closer, and he knew that he might not be able to escape.

Ultimately. He stopped running in a bare brown forest and leaned against a stout tree. Holding the "Gale" in his hand, he quietly waited for Alonsos to arrive.

His breath stopped?! Is it finally exhausted?

It didn't take long for Alonsos, with a cold face, to see Xia Lan in the brown forest.

At this moment, he was so wolf-bèi, his bloodless lips were closed one by one, panting, those deep eyes seemed to have lost all their lustre, staring at his figure numbly and sluggishly, and the inscription sword in his hand no longer glowed with blue light, like an ordinary iron sword hanging down.

Alonsos raised his sword and rushed at the other party without the slightest hesitation!

The threat of death would squeeze the potential limit of everyone's desire to survive, and the instinct to fight made his body react on its own, and the whole person was knocked out of the thick trunk more than ten meters away.

With blood spitting from his mouth and a brief moment of dizziness and tinnitus, he felt that Alonsos had come to him at some point.

"Young people! It's over! ”

Alonsos pointed the tip of his sword at Xia Lan on the ground, and when the words fell, the blade of the sword brought up a dazzling blood flower.

Well?

Alonsos raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Xia Lan, who was not far away on his knees with his chest clutched, and it was perhaps hard to imagine that he could still dodge his deadly sword despite such exhaustion.

"Alonsos, it seems that your strength has fallen from the peak of the upper position."

Xia Lan supported his body with his sword, the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood, he clutched his chest, his eyes staring at Alonsos and suddenly spoke.

"That's right! Your procrastination has succeeded, but unfortunately you no longer have the power to overcome me. Alonsos said coldly. In my eyes, a warrior whose body qi is depleted is no different from a waste! ”

"Really?" The corners of Xia Lan's mouth twitched, revealing a weird smile.

"What? Do you think you still have a chance to turn defeat into victory now? Alonsos frowned and snorted.

Sharan stood up from the ground tremblingly, and instead of answering Alonsos' question, he quietly looked at the number that kept beating in his eyes.

121/360，115/360，107/360……

Until the number of lives drops to 100, the system appears with the words "Swordsmanship" to turn on.

Alonsos suddenly noticed that the momentum of the young swordsman on the opposite side had changed suddenly, and in his perception he was still a wasted man, but his intuition told him that the enemy in front of him was now very dangerous.

Late will change!

After this sentence flashed in his mind, Alonsos immediately swung his sword and slashed at Xia Lan, even if his strength and speed were no longer at their peak, but the ruthlessness of the attack was still terrifying.

When the blade of the sword was about to fall on Xia Lan's body, Alonsos had already conceived several sets of sword changes that would kill him after the opponent blocked or dodged, but something unexpected happened!

Charan neither dodged nor defended, he actually drew his sword to meet Alonsos.

The speed of that sword was not fast, it was as slow as a snail in the eyes of people in the realm of Alonsos, but it was such a slow sword that forced him to draw his sword and retreat, because he knew that the opponent's sword would definitely pierce his heart before he slashed at the opponent's head!

Weird swordsmanship!

As if presciently, he foresaw the angle and trajectory of his attack, so as to dodge in advance, and even launch a faster attack in this gap.

Alonsos looked at him with a solemn expression and said, "This is your hole card?" ”

"Hole cards?" Xia Lan coughed violently, a smile appeared on her pale face, and said, "That's right! That's my hole card! (To be continued......)