Hold your breath and concentrate.

Dulong stepped into the dark woods.

Open guns are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are difficult to defend.

I just stood in the light, and I could only be a live target that was attacked, and instead of being beaten passively, it was better to take the initiative to attack.

Just stood in the light for a long time, and as soon as he entered the woods, Dulong felt that his eyes were suddenly dark, and he didn't even see the branches in front of him.

Dulong doesn't understand that this is called dark compliance.

But Zhao Lan knew that the reason why he couldn't shrink in the forest was not only because he didn't have the strength to fight Dulong now, but he also waited.

Waiting for the moment when the moon disappears, Dulong's eyes will briefly appear in the dark compliance, and at that time, it is the best time for him to attack.

Opportunities must always be created by themselves.

But it seems that his luck is too good, and Dulong's self-inflicted cleverness allows him to walk into the dim woods by himself. Zhao Lan watched him step by step, his eyes lit up, he grabbed a piece of wood beside him with his left hand, and crawled towards Dulong with his prostrate body.

Dulong had just taken a few steps into the woods when he felt his knife touch something, and immediately jumped back half a step like a frightened bird, slashing at the place where he had just stood.

Pu Dao easily cut off the branches, cut into the trunk, and divided the wood in two. After staring at it for a long time, Dulong realized that he had slashed at the tree. Coming back to his senses and feeling the sweat on his head, Dulong felt that he was too nervous.

But the most terrifying thing about people is the unknown.

At this moment, a sound of breaking the air sounded from a foot in front of Dulong's right, Dulong suddenly shouted, forcibly endured the discomfort of temporary blindness in his eyes, and slashed away in the direction from which the sound came.

Cut it!

That's a lot of force.

Dulong was overjoyed in his heart, feeling the resistance at the head of the knife in his hand that actually knocked him back by a step, and roared and raised the knife violently forward, until he could no longer continue to move forward.

"Die!"

Dulong shouted wildly and slashed the knife downward.

Dulong, who firmly believes that he has already slashed the enemy, thinks that if he slashes it with this knife, the enemy can be cut in two by himself.

But the next moment, Dulong's heart felt strange.

The knife only drew a small circle downward, and it could not continue to slash.

How can human bones be so hard.

His eyes finally regained his vision, and Dulong was surprised to find that he hadn't hit anyone at all, and the Pu knife in his hand had slashed a tree more than two meters long and a thick forearm. What surprised him even more was that the knife had already slashed more than a meter long along the top of the tree, and the hard wood was stuck in the blade.

The tree that caught the blade of the knife was now stuck between the branches of another tree.

Damn, it's tricky.

Give the dummy!

Dulong hurriedly drew his knife and wanted to pull it out.

But just as he was struggling to draw his sword, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and one of his eyes, which was easy to adapt to the darkness in the forest, ached, and he couldn't help but close it.

After standing in a dark place for a long time, I suddenly see the ultimate light, and my eyes will also feel swollen and painful.

Zhao Lan silently thanked the physics teacher in his heart, and then quickly rushed to Dulong's body, and with a turn of the sword, a sword pierced Dulong's lower abdomen, and at the same time secretly despised in his heart.

It's stupid.

I don't even know if Lin Mo enters this sentence!

One hit and thousands of miles away, this is the most basic common sense of killers.

After a sword wounded Dulong in the abdomen, Zhao Lan immediately raised his leg, kicked Dulong in front of him violently, drew out his short sword and turned around and swept behind him.

Zhao Lan kicked Dulong back, and also helped him pull the knife out of the branches with the body of the tree. Dulong, who was enduring the severe pain in his abdomen, stepped on the ground with his right foot, blocked his retreating body, and struggled to swing the Pu knife with a two-meter-long tree hanging from the head of the knife in his hand and rushed forward, slashing at Zhao Lan.

He didn't know where Zhao Lan was, he just slashed in the direction where he had just been kicked.

With a muffled sound, the roots of the tree trunk slammed into Zhao Lan's left shoulder and shoulder, pushing him directly to the ground like a rice dumpling, and the sharp wooden thorns at the root of the tree pierced his thin clothes, and blood gushed out along his left shoulder and dripped to the ground.

Fortunately, Dulong didn't know that Zhao Lan had been knocked down by himself, and he missed the best opportunity to hit Zhao Lan hard.

Covering his left shoulder, Zhao Lan took a big breath of cold air, and turned his head to look at Dulong, who was still wielding an extended version of the knife and stick like a madman. Rolled backwards on the spot, rolled into the dark shadows of the trees again, and hid against a large tree.

Pain!

Dulong's innate divine power, coupled with the power caused by the swing of a stick nearly two or three meters long, Zhao Lan only felt that his left shoulder blade seemed to have been cracked by this blow.

The sweat on his head dripped down and dripped into his eyes, Zhao Lan bit his tongue, forced his brain that was dazed by the severe pain stimulation to come back to his senses, picked up the bloodstained cloth on his shoulder with a knife, picked up a few blades of grass on his side casually, chewed them and pasted them on the wound.

I didn't have time to find herbs to stop bleeding, so I first covered the smell of blood from the wound with the grassy smell of weeds.

The target is not dead, and it cannot fall yet.

Inserting the short sword into the ground, Zhao Lan took out the two flying knives on his waist.

Dulong's eyes finally returned to normal, and his face was full of anger as he looked at his bubbling and bleeding abdomen.

"Who are you, come out!"

Pulling out the knife, Dulong cut off a piece of cloth from his body, hastily bound his abdomen, and staggered to scan the surrounding forest.

"Pickled goods, there is a kind of dignified duel to the death!"

Dulong felt very aggrieved, and until now, let alone a straight face, he didn't even see the shadow of the other party.

The blood in his abdomen continued to flow out, and the dizziness of blood loss filled Dulong's entire brain.

One staggered and half-knelt on the ground, Dulong propped up his knife, struggling to get up.

Well?

Dulong, who was halfway up, felt that his hands were very wet, and he suddenly let out a suspicious sound. Looking at an inconspicuous pit under his hand by the dim moonlight, and touching the damp soil in the pit, Dulong put his hand in front of his nose.

The smell of blood!

Feeling the fishy smell coming from the tip of his nose, Dulong's dim eyes suddenly lit up with a gleam.

His left hand didn't touch his own wound, but now there is blood on his hand, it must be that guy's.

It turned out that he was also cut by himself.

Continuing to check along the small pit, Dulong saw a few more scattered drops of blood, dripping all the way to a big tree where the two of them were hugging.

Is it here?

Dulong breathed tightly, and the knife slowly dragged on the dirt, panning to his side.

Walking slowly to the side of the big tree, Dulong saw a flying knife stuck diagonally on the ground, and his eyes showed a touch of joy.

Here's it, that's right!

With a loud shout, Dulong walked quickly around the front of the tree, stood on the side of the tree and slashed down at the front of the tree with a strong knife, but was suddenly shocked to find that there was no one in front of him at all, only a flying knife was inserted alone on the side of the tree.

What about people?

As soon as this doubt flashed in Dulong's mind, he heard some sounds from the leaves behind him, and hurriedly turned around and cut down on the bushes behind him.