Le'er's eyes were cold, and she finally moved, rushing to the left-

A number of spears flew back under Le'er's call, Le'er couldn't see who the spears flying over would stab, it didn't matter, they were all enemies anyway.

The fist mercilessly smashed the faces of several masters who stood in the way.

Le'er saw the pink sword light.

She waited, believing that even if no one else could find a place for others in this darkness, at least one person would certainly be able to do it, cruel and gentle.

Under the cruel and gentle suit, blood kept flowing, flowing through the boots and falling to the ground.

What she has walked is a bloody road.

Her sword was still swinging.

But the speed has slowed down a lot, and her face is pale and almost bloodless.

But she's still walking.

When he saw Le'er, Cruel Gentleness suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground, but he still held the ground with his left hand, insisting on trying to get up.

Le'er rushed over and hugged the bloodied remnant. "What's going on?"

"Meet Bai Xiaosheng, chessboard."

Le'er clenched her fists, and she had no time to entangle with the people around her who were still besieging, so she held cruelty and gentleness, and launched a bloody storm with one hand.

In an instant, all the besieging spears were beaten back.

Inside and outside the field of vision, all the people who were shot screamed miserably, and there were not too many people killed, but many were seriously injured.

Outside the dark area, Le'er couldn't grasp the head, just guessed that she would just hit back and hurt people.

In a moment, the enemy in the darkness was injured too much, and the people behind had not been able to step forward, and there was no enemy attack for a while.

Le'er lifted the cruel and gentle suit, looked at the bed on her chest, and after sending a breath of energy to probe, she knew that the cruel and gentle had lost a lot of blood, and she could still support this. It's a miracle, if it were normal, it would have been dead a long time ago. "Did you kill them?"

The cruel gentleness with scars on his face nodded slightly, and his voice was very soft. "Killed."

"Good! Worthy of the woman I am happy with, well done! Le'er hugged the cruelty and gentleness tightly, she knew that she could not be saved.

The cruel and gentle sword was still in her hand, and she moved the sword with all her might, drawing a path on the ground. Lines of varying lengths......

Before she finished painting, Le'er had already lowered her head and kissed her injured red lips.

A group of artistic conception-level masters who walked into the field of vision looked at it, and they all felt a little weird and uncomfortable......

The sword in the cruel and gentle hand did not move.

Her eyes were still open, and she looked as if she had been alive.

Le'er's lips left the cruel tenderness when she took off her battle suit at the same time. Imbued with internal strength, a punch shattered her corpse. "Even if my woman dies, she can't be left to the enemy to trample on."

Le'er doesn't care about enemies in his field of vision.

She put away the sword that was left behind by cruelty and tenderness. The lines of different lengths on the ground she had memorized at a glance.

That is the ultimate goal of cruelly and gently dragging such a body and persevering.

The direction of the line, that's what she knows. The orientation of other people, the length of the line represents the distance, and the thickness of the line. Represents priorities.

Le'er began to move, moving towards the second thickest line and the right distance, which represented Rong'er. The thickest one must be Yue'er, but judging from the length of the line, the distance is too far, Le'er calculated according to the time when the darkness shrouded her, and speculated that Yue'er could not support it until now, and it was useless for her to go, but Rong'er, who may still be able to hold it now, needs help in rescue the most.

While running, a figure appeared in Le'er's line of sight.

It was a man.

This man is none other than a passing dragonfly.

The Dark Ages came, and he was forced to participate in this battle, but he was not willing to do so at all. can't be the first, for him, it's better to leave the rivers and lakes.

Especially now, the cultivation is not the self-created martial arts in the past, and the skills of the flying knife are still there, but the difference in the internal strength and mental method, the ultimate attribute value of the bonus is not as perfect as in the past, and the flying knife, of course, is not the flying knife in the most perfect state.

But he had to come, he couldn't think of a reason to go to the dark prison in order to refuse, and he couldn't think of a reason to refuse, the future of the common people, his own future, all depended on whether the public enemy could be completely destroyed.

A long spear, flying for fun.

Le'er dialed the spear and flew towards the passing dragonflies.

She knew that this person's artistic conception cultivation was very high.

The spears, intertwined and folded, flew into the passing dragonflies -

His hand is up, a throwing knife, shoot out of his hand!

This is not a perfect throwing knife, and he can't shoot the most perfect throwing knife at the moment.

But he felt that enough was enough to kill.

At the last moment of the formation of the wall where the spear was closed, the last gap, the throwing knife flew through the gap in time!

Shoot at Le'er's throat.

However, before the flying knife passed through the gap, Le'er had already lowered slightly.

When the knife came, Le'er opened her mouth and bit it.

Suddenly launched the special effect of killing the gods of heaven and earth, and caught up with the wall that the spear pieced together.

With both palms withdrawn, dozens of guns suddenly turned into meteors shooting in all directions.

The dragonfly passing by was surprised to see Le'er's face after the wall in front of her flew away.

He hurriedly stepped back, avoiding the fists that Le Er was able to swing at all times.

He flew back very quickly-

His feet were off the ground in the void, but Le'er once again activated the Heaven and Earth God Killing Special Effect, blinked an eye, and chased him in front of him.

The dragonfly passing by moved his hands rapidly, and when the two flying knives were about to shoot towards Le'er's shoulder, Le'er's mouth spit out a cold light-

It was a throwing knife, his own throwing knife.

The dragonfly passing by in the void with both hands moving, there is no possibility of dodging or catching the knife at all.

The throwing knife shot through his throat, and his hands were moving rapidly, and they had no strength......

He fell to the ground.

Watch as Le Er runs past him. "Playing with a hidden weapon in front of my fun? Look for death! Give Qunfang ten dares to play with her flying needle in front of my Le'er! ”

He actually died under his own flying knife?

Jianghulu has said more than once that in close-range fighting, Le'er is the most lethal person, and at the same time, he is the most unlikely person to be killed by a hidden weapon in the rivers and lakes.

At this moment, the passing dragonfly believed.

Li's face has been rotten in a big piece.

His hands. In trembling, involuntarily, not because of fear. It's because his energy is exhausted.

Looking at the besieging enemies around him, the frightened faces, he smiled.

Laughing at the group of people around them, it's a bunch of idiots. He had exhausted his energy, but these cowards were still too scared to step forward.

At this time, voices came from outside.

Their message. It's been a shout that has been passed on by word of mouth.

The three-zhang range of the three-zhang range has been spreading and passing.

"Xia Hongyu is dead!"

"Xia Hongyu is dead!"

When it reached the ears of the people around Li, those enemies, like other people, continued to shout and convey to the people around them, and those who heard it continued to shout and pass on......

Li listened to the news and smiled. "That woman, lie down before me! It's almost over, Lao Tzu has reached the limit, you scumbags, you will soon have to tremble under my powerful sword. Lie down! ”

The powerful sword swung suddenly.

The surrounding enemies involuntarily took half a step back.

But this time, the sword. It was his own throat that was cut.

For six days and six nights, his energy had bottomed out, he had exhausted, and his combat effectiveness no longer existed. It's already the limit......

The sword of war, waving, has lost its due strength and accuracy.

A spear in the left hand. Yuan Chaonian was no longer able to wield.

The surrounding enemies, who were fighting Keke, still did not dare to come forward.

He is like a god of war, in the hearts of the enemies around him, six days and six nights of fighting, how many people have died under his sword and spear.

But Yuan Chaonian's face, which was always calm and calm, did not have any emotional changes, as if he had never been tired.

Yuan Chaonian still has internal strength, but he has lost a lot of blood, but his battle armor covers a wider range, and the blood flows inside, and the surrounding enemies can't see it at all. He deliberately wrapped his cloak around his neck to prevent others from seeing a bloodied wound on his neck that had no chance of healing. During the battle, how to skillfully improve morale and hit the enemy's fighting spirit was what Yuan Chaonian was good at. But at the moment, he no longer has such a need.

In Yuan Chaonian's memory, he had never experienced such a fight.

One person, fighting non-stop for six days and six nights.

He felt very happy, and in such a battle, he recognized the limits of what he had not thought of before.

Within the field of vision, an artistic conception level master came out.

Yuan Chaonian saw this person and knew that his end had arrived, because this person was not an Ameng, he was a master who knew how to fight, and they had led troops to fight demons together in the fairy world, and later this person went to the Holy Land of Righteousness. "It's not bad to fall under your sword." Yuan Chaonian smiled.

The man shook his head slightly. "You deserve to die by your own sword. In fact, you are very wronged, you really didn't do anything, maybe the only mistake is that you shouldn't join the Justice League. ”

"You are wrong, it was the best choice I ever made in my life. Do you know, what is the difference between the rivers and lakes and the battlefield? Yuan Chaonian asked with a smile, and the man shook his head truthfully. It's all fighting, there's no difference. ”

"Yes, the battlefield pays attention to discipline, and the general will cooperate, and individual heroism is a taboo on the battlefield. The rivers and lakes are different, and the rivers and lakes are places to tap personal limits and continuously improve personal limit strength. I'm glad I chose the Justice League, so today I realized that the limits of my power have reached a level that I couldn't have imagined before. Yuan Chaonian raised his sword and stabbed his heart with his backhand. It hurts, but it makes him laugh even happier. "I like the rivers and lakes, when the dark ages are over, I will still be in the rivers and lakes, and I will also be in the Zixiao Sword Sect."

The spear, supporting the ground, supported Yuan Chaonian's body.

His head did not hang down, and his body remained upright.

The man sighed, full of embarrassment. Yes, a warrior on the battlefield will not be willing to let himself fall until he dies, especially a commander, a commander who stands firm to the death can also inspire morale and inherit the spirit. (To be continued......)