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Su Yang could be sure that no matter whether this sword was a Qinggang sword or a Blue Mountain Ancient Sword, no matter who it was in before, it would definitely appear in this position at this time and start to get longer.

Even if the sky thunders and the rivers hang upside down, it can't change this.

No matter how swift the shot is, it will always stir up the wind, and no matter how faint the blue light is, it will always be reflected in this dim crypt.

Therefore, on the top of this sword, a wisp of almost transparent sword qi slowly stretched out, approaching Di Qinglin's heart little by little.

Di Qinglin was indulging in the future killing world, he had already been seriously injured, and his six-point defense had at least gone for the most part, could he still prevent this silent sword qi stabbing from behind?

It looks like it's unstoppable.

But there is one issue that all overlook.

Even Su Yang didn't expect it, this is too detailed, and it is difficult for people who have not experienced it to think of it!

The speed of the sword qi is very slow, and it is not fatal the moment it touches the human body, and it can only kill after it suddenly accelerates after touching the human body and pierces the body.

But once it touches the body, it will definitely cause pain, pinprick-like pain.

At the moment when the sword qi touched the position of Di Qinglin's heart, Di Qinglin's face changed drastically, his body remained motionless, but he suddenly moved two feet to one side.

A sword qi was inserted from his left shoulder, and as he translated, the sword qi also crossed his body, Di Qinglin screamed miserably, and his left arm fell to the ground.

At the same time, I heard a muffled bang, and the "dead man" made a rupture sound, and it actually cracked through it, and a person came out of it, it was the blue dust of the divine eye.

Lan Yichen swept the sword flat.

In his hands, whether it is the Blue Mountain Ancient Sword or the Qinggang Sword, it is a divine sword!

The sword qi on the Qinggang sword skyrocketed, slashing Di Qinglin's neck.

The thin knife in Di Qinglin's hand had reached the front of his neck at some point, and a pale red sword aura actually gushed out from the knife body.

The thin knife and the long sword touched each other, and both flew out, and the green steel sword was still powerful, and it was inserted into the back of Wan Junwu's corpse with a pop, and it didn't reach the handle, and the thin knife flew sideways, skipping the corpse of a singer, and a thin horizontal line immediately appeared on the neck of the corpse, and the head that kept the muscles incorruptible with lime and secret methods rolled down the knife marks and fell to the ground.

"Look for death!"

Di Qinglin was furious, and his right palm had already struck out, and it was heavily printed on Lan Yichen's chest.

With his palms intersecting, Di Qinglin took three steps backwards, and Lan Yichen flew out upside down, hitting a row of corpses along the way.

After he fell to the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person withered to the ground, his face like pale gold.

"The afterlife is terrible." Lan Yichen smiled bitterly from afar: "The knife is like lightning, and the internal strength is unrivaled in the world, Xiao Su, I am afraid that we have miscalculated this time." ”

"Not necessarily." Su Yang asked loudly, "Which of the two of you can still get up?" ”

What's the use of getting up? Although Di Qinglin was seriously injured and had a broken arm, or suffered great internal injuries, he couldn't even use a knife to kill three people who could only get up.

Climb up and give him to kill?

But at this time, Di Qinglin actually did something unbelievable.

He didn't kill or pick up his thin knife, but stood there, staring at the corpse damaged in the fight just now, his face full of nervousness and heartache, like a child who saw his favorite toy being trampled on.

He swooped down on the back of Wan Junwu's corpse, pulled out the sword on his waist, and muttered in his mouth: "It doesn't hurt, it's okay, just pull it out." ”

He knelt on the ground again, and picked up the head of the beautiful woman that had been cut off by a thin knife with one arm, and hurriedly tried to reattach the head to his neck.

"Don't be afraid, I'll pick it up for you."

He tried several times in a row, and finally put the head crookedly on his neck, turned around and staggered to the corpse that Lan Yichen had hit, squatted down and struggled to help the corpse up again.

He only had one arm left, and it was not easy for him to pick up a corpse, and he struggled to hold it in his arms, and when he didn't stand firmly, the corpse fell to the ground again, and pulled him to the ground and turned over a few times.

The corpse's head slammed into the ground, cracking with a clatter.

Di Qinglin's white clothes were already stained with blood and dust, he ignored it completely, crawled back to the corpse, and used his remaining arm to hold down the corpse's head, trying in vain to close it again.

The cracked head is like a dried walnut, closed, cracked, closed again, cracked again

Di Qinglin was anxious, and his tears remained.

Yang Zheng was lucky, because he didn't see this qiē when he was facing the sky.

Lan Yichen's eyes were about to fall down, and his whole body was cold.

That day, Su Yang asked him to make an appointment to fight, and transferred Di Qinglin out of the Hou Mansion by transferring the tiger away from the mountain, when he followed Su Yang into this crypt, he already thought that he had seen the most terrifying scene in the world, but what happened in front of him now was ten times greater than the shock that day brought him!

After a while, Di Qinglin finally stopped trying to repair the corpse, and he pressed down hard, and the split skull suddenly became a puddle of broken bones.

He stood up again, his originally handsome face had been distorted by anger, hideous as a ghost, his hair was scattered, his eyes were blood-red, and he shouted like madness: "Why do you want to hurt them! I want your lives! ”

With that, he raised his right palm suddenly, with a crazy look in his eyes, and walked towards Yang Zheng step by step.

Among these people, only Su Yang is still sober.

"Ruined these dead people!" Su Yang roared, and at the same time held back the severe pain all over his body, moved his body, and knocked over the nearest corpse.

Di Qinglin stopped suddenly, revealing a lifeless eye from his long hair, turned in the direction of Su Yang, stared at Su Yang deadly, and muttered: "Kill you first, kill you first, kill you first"

Not far away, Lan Yichen understood what Su Yang meant, got up and rushed into the most densely populated place in the cave.

He didn't have a sword, his internal organs were wounded, and he couldn't lift a trace of strength, but he still had fists, and feet, and heads.

He kicked, hit, even bites and hits, knocking over corpses all over the place.

Di Qinglin turned his head suddenly, and his body shook and pounced towards Lan Yichen.

He was dressed in white, his hair was scattered, only one arm remained, and a pale eye peeked out of his long hair, floating in the air, almost no different from a ghost.

Before the man arrived, the only palm had already pounced on the blue-faced door.

Lan Yichen didn't have time to dodge at all, and he couldn't dodge, so he hurriedly dragged a corpse in front of him.

Di Qinglin's palm wind stirred up a stream of air, blowing the corpse's hair.

Seeing that his palm was about to hit the corpse's face, Di Qinglin forcibly withdrew his strength, his palm turned towards the air on one side, and his body fell to the ground due to the huge habit, and his head slammed into a sharp corner of the table, and the blood flowed like an outpouring of blood.

Lan Yichen spurted out another mouthful of blood, his eyes turned black, and he fell to the ground with the corpse.

Di Qinglin ignored the wound on his forehead, rolled and crawled to the corpse, pushed Lan Yichen away, and hugged the corpse tightly in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, never"

His voice stopped suddenly.

His eyes were full of incredulity, and he slowly lowered his head, seeing a bright sword tip peeking through his chest.

Su Yang stood behind him, barely holding his body on the table with his left hand with only two fingers left, and holding the hilt of the green steel sword in his right hand.

The bones in his right arm were broken, and a simple sword drawing almost made Su Yang faint in pain.

The long sword left the back of Di Qinglin's heart, but not much blood flowed out of the wound. In fact, after a fierce battle, all four people in the crypt had not much blood to shed.

Maybe it's the return to the light, Di Qinglin's eyes finally appeared in the sè color that human beings should have.

He turned his body, leaned against a corpse, looked at his chest in a daze, and said intermittently: "I, I am, I want, I want to die, right?" It turns out that death, is this, feeling. ”

Su Yang hammered a punch on his right arm with two fingers of his left hand, and the huge pain that came from the moment made the trembling arm more stable, and he clenched the green steel sword: "Don't worry, you will die this time, if you don't die, I can pay you as much as I want." ”

Di Qinglin raised his head, looked at Su Yang's eyes, and said seriously: "Thank you, this is the happiest day in my life!" ”

"You're welcome! It is my pleasure! ”

Su Yang raised his hand and waved his sword.

A human head rises to the sky. The corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, and he smiles with satisfaction.

A sword slashed in half.

He will never be able to laugh again, whether it is a smile or a satisfied smile.

Only ridiculousness remains.

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After a day of driving to get home, I went to visit the patient and came back, and a relative was really dying, and the feeling of powerlessness that watched life pass in front of me but had no way was really unpleasant.

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