Looking at Meng Huaichu's sword moves, Zhang Lingdao was anxious for him, compared to the few people he had met before, the blood and exquisite martial arts didn't know where to go, and her figure was almost imperceptible under the cover of the night.

He also wanted to go to the battlefield in the past, but his gradually exhausted and crumbling body did not allow him to do so. Maybe you don't understand this feeling, but you should understand it in another way.

After you've run two thousand meters, stimulated by something, you've run another two kilometers like you've run like that, and when you're done, you're pretty much the same way he feels.

That is, the feeling that I can't lift my legs, but perseverance makes me have to persevere. He really doesn't have the extra strength to let himself come forward, his current state, the edge ob is in mortal danger, is it possible to go up and send it?

Meng Huaichu was constantly teased by the blood Linglong who was shuttling in the air, and he had already escaped all night, unlike the blood Linglong who was waiting for work here, and the whole person was tired.

Although his sword moves are still very orderly, he protects his body without leaking, and he seems to be very relieved.

It's a pity that his opponent is not a very principled gentleman, but a killer with almost no principles, and a female killer, as expected, he is tragic.

Blood Linglong seemed to have had enough of playing and was about to kill her, her shadow suddenly appeared behind Meng Huaichu, like a butterfly full of black, full of killing intent on a moonlit night.

"Be careful!" Zhang Lingdao shouted, but he was still a step slower, but fortunately, Meng Huaichu seemed to have noticed the movement of the blood Linglong, and the whole person jumped up, from top to bottom to the blood Linglong.

Zhang Lingdao shook his head, Meng Huaichu's sword showed that his heart was already in turmoil, he was a swordsman, maybe he was still a disciple of Taibai, who had taught him how to use the sword?

This is a sword, not an axe, not a sword, not a broad sword, this is a light and agile long sword, and no one has ever used this kind of sword for chopping, not only does it mean nothing, but it will fall inferiorly.

He fell from the sky and slashed at the stone bricks on the ground with a sword, and the crumbs of the stone bricks flew everywhere with the downpour, and the blood Linglong, a small short body and rolling, easily dodged the blow.

Meng Huaichu became even more flustered, his hands holding the long sword trembled, and his eyes began to move constantly, as if he was thinking about how to get out.

And Blood Linglong didn't seem to want to give him this opportunity, turning into a butterfly hidden in the moonlit night once again and escaping from his attack.

Meng Huaichu was in a mess, waving his long sword everywhere, trying to slash the blood out of the air, but unfortunately it was just in vain, he didn't make any achievements except for consuming his physical strength.

The black light flashed under Zhang Lingdao's nose, he secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly forcibly lifted his spirit, stomped on the ground with his right foot, stepped out of a deep crack, and the whole person rushed to the battlefield like an arrow from Xuan.

Blood Linglong finally emerged from the rainy night, her slender and straight feet had caught Meng Huaichu's head between the lightning and flint, and threw it into the air with her tumbling inertia.

Blood Linglong also took advantage of this inertia to roll underground, regained his position, and jumped up, the double knives in his hands had already been raised, and he was about to slash at Meng Huaichu, who was floating in the air and couldn't move.

Now is the time! Zhang Lingdao threw out his remaining sword without hesitation, in order to pursue speed, he didn't even infuse a trace of internal qi, just relied on the speed of the sharp weapon himself, and flew towards the blood Linglong in the air.

Of course, the speed of the weapon flying in the air, no matter how impossible it is to catch up with Xue Linglong's own speed, it depends on whether Xue Linglong is willing to gamble with his life Meng Huaichu's life.

Time is urgent, Zhang Lingdao can only try to gamble, he doesn't have so much time to come to the rescue, and the remaining physical strength in his body does not allow him to do so, he can only use a weapon that is not infused with any internal qi to gamble on blood and blood than his life.

Fortunately, he was right, and Blood Linglong looked at the long sword flying from a distance, and instead of cutting the knife in his hand, he forcibly twisted his body in mid-air and fell.

Meng Huaichu fluttered and fell to the ground, he didn't hesitate at all, he suddenly rolled to the side, the two sharp knives fell almost at the same moment, and he almost avoided it.

Of course, this actually had the help of heavy rain, because the lubrication of the rain on the ground allowed Meng Huaichu to roll farther, which was able to avoid this fatal blow.

Blood Linglong turned her head and looked at Zhang Lingdao with a smile, "I didn't expect to meet a warm-hearted young man here?" ”

Her voice returned to the previous feeling of coquettishness, but when she thought of her movements and behavior, it made people feel a slight coolness on her body.

Blood Linglong licked her upper lip very charmingly, slowly walked to Zhang Lingdao's side, held his chin with her hand, and said lightly, "What a handsome disciple of the Eight Desolations, it's a pity that such a good skin is going to be buried here!" ”

Meng Huaichu was injured before, and now he is still struggling on the ground. And Zhang Lingdao has exhausted his last strength, and now he can stand on the ground safely, and he is blessed by his willpower, where does he have the strength to resist?

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Xue Linglong was suddenly a little disappointed, "It's a big deal about my bloody cloak building, then please die!" She raised the scimitar in her hand and slashed at it.

"Wait!" Meng Huaichu got up from the ground with great difficulty and shouted for blood Linglong.

"Oh? You half-crippled man, what do you have to say? Blood Linglong stopped his knife and turned his head with interest.

Meng Huaichu pounced on him with an arrow step, and at the same time said to Zhang Lingdao, "Shaoxia, go quickly, I'll stop her for you!" He directly blocked the bloody knife with his body, and at the same time pushed Zhang Lingdao away.

"If you're in such a hurry to find death, then you should die!" Blood Linglong was also angry, she was tired of playing the game of cat and mouse, and now she obviously wanted to take Meng Huaichu's life.

She kicked Meng Huaichu to the ground, watching him continue to struggle, Shi Shiran stood up, "You can go with peace of mind, I will take good care of the atlas for you." ”

As she said this, the two scimitars in her hands were like two darts, flying towards Zhang Lingdao and Meng Huaichu almost at the same moment, and their lives hung by a thread!

"Why bother?" A flat voice suddenly broke into everyone's ears in the rainy night, two rapidly flying stones, knocked the two knives away, and the blood Linglong turned his head to look at the place where the sound came from, and a handsome man stood above the main hall, quietly watching here.