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Dark clouds, as the night wind slowly obscured the purple moon sky, the night became more and more dark and dark.

Gegett's eyes were bright, like the eyes of a beast hidden in the darkness glowing with cold light, his blades forward, his waist slightly tilted, he was adjusting his optimal posture, and he was ready to send out a flutter of death predation.

His brain has quickly simulated the thought of killing the other party.

If the injury wasn't an accident, he had to take it most seriously.

Xia Lan took a step forward, this was the first time he had taken the initiative in this battle, and the sword in his hand in one hand was dragged casually on the grass, drawing shallow ravines.

His body was relaxed, and his hand holding the sword was strong.

He was luring the opponent's first attack, and only then could he seize the opportunity to kill the opponent in one fell swoop.

He is not Gegget's opponent, this is fundamental, it is a fact, after the physical injury, the difference in strength between the two sides is even more obvious, and after the launch of "Swordsmanship", their actual combat power has been balanced and reversed.

A rash attack will only waste excess energy, or even useless effort. A calm and rational mind told him that if he wanted to kill the other party, he had to wait, waiting for the latter to strike.

But there is an important premise for killing the other party, that is, the other party will not escape.

He was confident to kill him, but he couldn't stop them from escaping, because he couldn't catch up with him.

Therefore, he must be cautious about the escape intentions revealed by the other party.

Xia Lan's body got closer and closer, and Gegett's footsteps gently made a backward movement, and the moment he saw Xia Lan raise his foot on the ground, Gegget's body moved without warning, and the strong killing intent that erupted from the two blades rushed between the lightning and flint.

Geigett's speed was beyond Xia Lan's reaction, so much so that he could only hastily block the opponent's move if he detected the opponent's move in advance.

The sound of sparks clashing swords ignited the beginning of the battle.

In the face of Geigt's stormy attack, Xia Lan couldn't find the slightest chance to fight back, and the long sword that parried was even struggling, and at that moment, he suddenly thought that the other party was exhausting his strength.

From the beginning of the chase to the injury in the fight, most of the airflow in Xia Lan's body had already been exhausted, perhaps Geigt took a fancy to this, so he used the airflow in his body in the offensive regardless of the explosion of Qiē.

How terrible it is for a high-ranking swordsman to burst out of the internal airflow with all his strength, as a high-ranking swordsman, Xia Lan knows that such a large amount of consumption and overdraft of the internal airflow will not only bring about an exponential increase in skill, but more importantly, it will cause the body to be difficult to recover afterwards.

If it weren't for the last resort, Xia Lan would not have made such a desperate move at all, and once the acceleration in his body was exhausted and he still didn't kill the enemy, the consequences would be even more unimaginable.

But why would Geiggett do this? Is the one qiē paid to kill him worth it?

The human heart is unpredictable.

Encountering this inexplicable unexpected situation, it was difficult for Xia Lan to fight back even if he caught the opponent's flaws in advance, because the opponent's speed had completely suppressed him, and it was difficult to make moves other than blocking.

Calm down, the good news is that Geigett's actions allow him to delay until the opponent runs out of airflow to achieve a counterattack, while the bad news is that he must constantly consume the airflow in his body if he wants to keep up with the opponent's tidal attack.

What they have to do now is who runs out of airflow first.

Under the fierce confrontation, Gegot felt frightened, and thought that he would be able to kill the opponent quickly if he burst out with his strongest posture, but when time passed quietly, he still did not see the results of victory or defeat.

He knew very well that it would be difficult for him to break through the threshold of a high-ranking swordsman in this life, because of qualifications and limitations.

He is a high-ranking swordsman made in the organization, and he is not weaker than any swordsman of the same rank, but he does not have the qualifications of other ordinary high-ranking swordsmen to reach the peak.

He didn't care about the consequences of bursting the air flow in his body with all his might, the hidden wound of his body was a tumor for a high-ranking swordsman to step out of the Fernu Law, and it must be removed.

But he didn't think about it, because he couldn't get there.

Afterwards, you only need to take some kind of secret medicine to basically restore normal, so why bother.

His self-confidence is stronger than that of a warrior of the same rank, which is an infinite burst of air flow from his body.

But when the airflow he relied on broke out, he failed miserably this time, no matter how crazy he used to use the fastest attack, the opponent could swing his sword in advance to block it, as if the opponent saw through his every move as transparent.

He could feel the other party's struggle, and whenever he wanted to stop, the devil in his heart told him not to stop, maybe the next knife could kill him completely.

The air flow in his body was being consumed at an extremely fast rate, and Gegett's mind under the frenzied attack was very clear that if he failed to kill the other party for a long time, then his own situation would be in a quagmire.

What if-

At this moment, he suddenly thought of giving up, such a tricky opponent was not the first enemy in his life, and he didn't want to let him be the last.

Because, he didn't want to die.

Everyone spared their lives, and Geigette was no exception, but when he returned to the organization like this, the cold eyes and ridicule of his companions and the cold reception and reprimand of his boss seemed to be imprinted in front of him.

Xia Lan keenly noticed a trace of trance in his eyes under Geigt's crazy attack, he felt the other party's inadvertent retreat, if he didn't do something, the other party was likely to withdraw from the battle and flee in the air current, and at that time, he could only look at the dust.

His block began to inadvertently slip through, which made his defense even more difficult, but it was the result of his brain's calm thinking, he couldn't let him escape, and if he wanted to keep attacking, he had to lure the other party into the hope of victory.

Gegett's short blade began to scratch Xia Lan's body frequently, and after a while, Xia Lan's college uniform became tattered, and blood gradually stained her body, but there were no fatal injuries under the seemingly terrifying appearance.

Health: 39/300

Every omission had been carefully thought out by Xia Lan, and he would not allow the fatal scar to reappear.

Because-

Death Desperate! Absolute power under the endangered death!

He's running away, and the power of death has cooled for years, but he hasn't used it anymore when his mission begins.

That power was still deeply imprinted in his mind, and he knew very well that if he used it, he could kill anyone, whether it was the Geigit in front of him, or the goal of his own mission.

He was well aware of the power of that force, as if he was holding the world with open palms.

However, he was afraid that after using that power, his broken heart could no longer bear it, and it would collapse, and the memories that had once lingered had long been buried deep in the hidden grave.

When the little pale hand in the grave poked out of the dirt, and the deep and empty eyes under the small head looked at him, and a "Brother Xia Lan" echoed in the twilight plain, he was afraid that he would never be able to turn back.

What he insisted, what he lived, did not regret.

What he wants, what he thinks, has no regrets.

Therefore, he rejected the little hands, and rejected the deep pleading in her eyes.

Turn around.