Dulong's sword was only halfway slashed, and he felt a stinging pain in his back.

Looking down, he saw a short sword piercing through his chest.

As early as when Dulong found the blood that Zhao Lan had spilled on the ground, Zhao Lan had already shifted his position.

The flying knife is just a trick, mainly to attract Dulong with people's curiosity, and then hit the other side with a stone, causing some noise to distract Dulong.

And the moment he himself pinched Dulong and cut it out, he jumped up from a very dense bush not far from the big tree, raised his general, and stabbed Dulong's back fiercely.

Dulong, who heard the sound of the branch breaking, wanted to turn back too late, his knife had already been cut out, and when the old power was exhausted and the new power was not born, his body could not make any dodge movements at all, and could only push the handle of the knife in his hand backwards.

The sharp blade pierced his back and exited his chest.

But Dulong's knife handle also followed, fiercely pressing on Zhao Lan's stomach, and the sharp pain in his stomach also made him completely lose his combat effectiveness.

But even if his body was knocked down, his right hand still held the hilt of the sword when he fell, causing the short sword to be slashed down by half a foot before letting go.

Like a chef's slice of meat, the short sword sliced through Dulong's body, cutting through several of his internal organs.

Dulong is indeed a reckless man.

With such a serious injury, Zhao Lan thought that even his previous self might not be able to withstand it, but Dulong could still hold up his seriously injured body and turn around and stab the knife at Zhao Lan who was lying on the ground.

A lazy donkey rolled, Zhao Lan's body rolled to the right, and hid to the left side of Dulong, which was able to dodge the blade that stabbed down. Ignoring the severe pain in his left shoulder, his right hand pulled out the only flying knife on his body, and fiercely stabbed into the crook of Dulong's left leg, stirring it in the crook of his leg.

The artery on Dulong's left leg was cut by Zhao Lan, and his left leg was weak, and he knelt on the ground with a flying knife. But he was still fierce sideways, and the Pu knife slashed horizontally along the ground, slashing diagonally upwards towards Zhao Lan's waist.

In the midst of lightning, Zhao Lan quickly made a move, pulled out a short sword from the back of Dulong who was kneeling, and inserted it into the ground on his waist.

A sound of gold and iron rang out, and the Pu knife slashed at the hilt of the short sword from the bottom up, and Zhao Lan held the short sword in his right hand, blocking the blade that was already unable to continue chopping. Looking at Dulong, who was full of ferocity, he suddenly smiled tiredly: "You have no strength, I won!" ”

"Is that you?"

Hearing this voice, Dulong saw clearly through the moonlight that the opponent who had fought with him until now in front of him turned out to be the prince captured by his eldest brother.

"How could it be you?"

Dulong roared angrily and unwillingly, and with the last bit of strength, he suddenly got up and threw Zhao Lan to the ground, stretched out his hand and grabbed his neck, and roared with a hideous expression on his face: "I'm going to kill you!" ”

Zhao Lan, who didn't notice that he was choked by the neck for a while, struggled to hold Dulong's right arm with his right hand, wanting to take Dulong's arm away, but Dulong was riding on him at the moment, and the weight of his body was pressing on his hands, and he couldn't move it away with his tired one-hand.

What's more, he has long lost any strength in his body, and Dulong's strength to return to the light is really amazing when he is in a near-death state at the moment. So no matter how his hand pinched or grabbed, Dulong's arm was still tightened tighter and tighter.

The scene in front of him gradually became blurry, and the blood vessels slowly surfaced on the surface of his eyeballs, Zhao Lan let go of the hand holding Dulong's arm, and kept groping on the ground like a drowning person.

The fingers seemed to touch something, round and thin.

Zhao Lan's brain was unable to continue thinking because of the extreme lack of oxygen, so he subconsciously inserted the things in his hand upwards.

Want me to die?

Then let's die together!

The slender object in his hand stabbed Dulong's body and submerged it all. Zhao Lan felt as if his hand had touched some of the injured skin on Dulong's body, and the dripping blood stuck to his hand, making him feel nauseous.

But even so, Zhao Lan still didn't let go, and subconsciously pulled it out and plugged it back in.

Dulong's dying screams came from his ears, and he felt that the strength of his neck pinching himself was getting weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely, accompanied by a corpse falling silently to his side, Zhao Lan's mind finally relaxed, and he collapsed to the ground like a dead dog, breathing heavily in the hard-won air and unwilling to get up again.

I'm so tired, I really want to just rest.

When he woke up, he found that he had actually come to a new world, and he had a big battle with his kidnappers for some reason, and the fierce fighting and movement had already overloaded his current body.

The night breeze in the woods blew slowly, blowing through a messy clearing in the woods, drying the scattered blood on the ground and blowing to the other side of the woods.

In front of the cliff.

Because of his thin stature, Zhao Lan's sword did not accurately pierce his heart before, but stabbed him in the lungs a little bit.

But even so, Zhao Lan successfully abolished his combat effectiveness.

The thin monkey, unable to fight, could only lie on the ground, watching the boss rush into the forest, making a violent sound and then making no sound.

Because the lungs were pierced, the thin monkey's chest cavity made a gasping sound like a broken bellows, and after waiting for a long time to see the boss come out, he was anxious to hold on to the stone on his side and stumbled into the woods.

The boss is the helmsman's own brother, and if he dies like this, he will never end well.

Walking forward one tree after another, the thin monkey saw a few branches that had been cut flat by a knife scattered on the ground, and also saw a few drops of dark red blood scattered not far from some tree roots, I don't know if it was the boss or the enemy.

Continuing to look forward, the thin monkey saw a thin figure crouching on the ground, picking up a knife from a tree, and his heart suddenly chuckled.

That's not the size of the boss.

Is the boss dead?

Even the boss died at his hands.

The thin monkey stepped back in a panic, and in a hurry, he stepped on the trunk of a tree on the ground that had been thrown to the ground by Dulong before, and one of them fell to the ground.

Zhao Lan only collapsed on the ground for a while and then crawled over, he did not forget that he was still in a crisis, and his mind relaxed a little and woke up.

Looking at the iron bar still in Dulong's temple in his hand, Zhao Lan's face couldn't help but hang on the luck of the rest of his life.

The iron bar was his eyebrow thorn, and one of the weapons found in his previous right arm. It was a very hard, about 30 centimeters long round iron thorn, because he once used it to pierce the center of the eyebrows of his first goal in life, and he jokingly called the eyebrow thorn.

Wiping off the blood on the iron thorn, Zhao Lan gently pulled the corners of her mouth, and silently touched the iron thorn in her hand, her heart was full of happiness.

It is estimated that when he was fighting just now, the eyebrow thorn slipped off his body and fell right next to him, and he was lucky to touch his hand in the almost suffocating situation before, so he saved his life.

Fortunately, it was it, if it was an ordinary branch that I touched at the time, I am afraid that it is myself who is lying now.

Sticking the iron spike into his boot, Zhao Lan searched around, wanting to pick up the flying knife and leave here quickly.

If all Dulong's accomplices chase after him, he estimates that he will have no way out of life except to jump into the sea.

But just as he picked up the flying knife, Zhao Lan heard a sound not far from his side. Looking at the place where the voice came out, he saw that the dwarf who had been stabbed twice by himself before was not dead, but actually walked in, and his heart was suddenly surprised.

But it's nothing!

Zhao Lan stood up, raised his sword and walked towards the thin monkey.

It's just the result of making up for a sword.