"The sun?"

Cheng Lin watched as the enchantment shattered and disappeared piece by piece, and a flame like a scorching sun rose in the forest in the distance.

It was an explosion.

The scene was inexplicably familiar, like ......

"Sigils?"

Cheng Lin subconsciously thought of the thing "rune", remembering that when he was in the Ninth Academy, he faced off against Han Lun, and at the end he threw out such a round of "sun", and later the counselor told him that this is called a rune, and it belongs to an experimental weapon equipped by the first division, which is huge and scarce.

"It's hard to say ......"

Cheng Lin faintly guessed, but he couldn't be sure, after thinking about it, he still controlled the "Song Jiang" to cross the forest sea and chase after him, while he closed his eyes and condensed his spiritual power into a bundle and spread forward.

Ability "Tentacles" on.

After a while, a picture came to his mind.

……

……

In the forest.

The flames from the explosion of the sigil slowly dissipated.

Although the explosion looks like a "flame", it actually belongs to the category of the backlog collapse of the aura.

Therefore, when it disperses, all that is left is a mess.

"Hmph."

About a dozen meters away from the center of the explosion, the grass was lifted, revealing black soil and roots, and a young man dressed in ordinary clothes was lying miserably on the ground, and the giant tree beside him had been broken and collapsed in the explosion.

Even the roots of the trees have been blown out obliquely.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, Han Lun lay on the ground weakly, and on his right hand, the crystal clear dagger fell into the grass, and the brilliance gradually faded.

His clothes were torn, wounds were all over his body, and his skeleton was sore.

Not far away, a section of the blackened and completely out of breath body fell from mid-air and fell to the ground hard, obviously out of breath, but the residual breath on his body still made Han Lun's face pale.

By torturing the loose cultivators of his team, he probably figured out what had happened.

This time, it was still Black who was doing things in Shudi.

However, this time the tactics were more rampant, and it was said that the Black president would lead the team, waiting for an opportunity to sabotage the exploration operation of the Thirteen Divisions.

Han Lun also learned that the president of the black side led an elite team and hid in the shadows.

After some analysis and thinking, Han Lun always felt that the other party was very likely to start from the envoy group, and in order to earn credit, he chased him all the way, but he walked alone, and the speed was too slow after all.

So it's always half a beat slower along the way.

Seeing that there were elven soldiers patrolling nearby, he was curious, so he groped his way to this side, but where could he have imagined that suddenly, he bumped into the leader of the fleeing men in black.

It stands to reason that with the other party's injuries at that time, almost with his last breath left, Han Lun could easily win.

But the other party flew with turbid gas, the speed was extremely fast, and although the breath on his body was weak, it belonged to the fifth grade after all.

Seeing someone appear, he almost instinctively showed his killing intent.

Han Lun was in a hurry, he didn't have time to react at all, he just sensed the other party's five-grade breath and the terrifying killing machine, and in order to protect himself, he instinctively directly used the biggest killing move.

Make a rune.

Effect...... It's a good thing, it's a pity that he didn't have time to evacuate and was bombed like this.

"Whew."

Taking a deep breath, Han Lun was paralyzed, holding his groggy head, trying to get up, but it was difficult to do so.

"The injury is a bit serious......"

With a sigh, he gave up and lay down in the grass, looking at the broken body not far away, and his heart was shocked inexplicably.

The other party obviously doesn't look like a person from the government, let alone an elf, that's a loose cultivator.

Five-grade level of casual cultivation?

Probably only one......

"Is this the president of the Black organization? Who branded him like this? Could it be that it is the people of the Thirteenth Division? They've already fought each other? ”

Han Lun held his groggy brain and tried to think, but the next moment, he suddenly stopped his thoughts, and turned his gaze slightly as if he were conscious, and then, his eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes showed a look of shock.

Saw.

Reckless in the forest.

A giant several meters tall with a translucent body is striding through the forest.

The giant looked hideous and strange, like a ghost of hell, and he also carried an exaggerated scythe in his hand, exuding terrifying spiritual fluctuations that were no less than those of the Five Rank Realm.

The giant soon set foot in the space swept by the explosion.

As if he glanced at the "Black President" who had completely lost his breath on the ground, he tentatively slashed it with a scythe, and after confirming that he was dead, the giant seemed to nod before looking at Han Lun.

The giant's gaze was emotionless, on the contrary, it seemed to be full of madness and evil.

Just a glance.

It made Han Lun cold, like falling into an ice cave, and his whole body was cold!

Then, Han Lun watched the giant stride over and come to him, and after thinking about it, he actually raised the exaggerated scythe and slashed him head!

Han Lun had the heart to resist, but where did the seriously injured body resist when it was blown up?

Moreover...... The other party is still a strong man equivalent to the fifth grade?

"I ...... Are you going to die? ”

One last thought flashed through Han Lun's heart, and then, his consciousness sank into boundless darkness.

……

……

More than ten seconds later.

Cheng Lin finally came here with his tired body.

Although he had already confirmed it through the "tentacles" and the war spirit, he still took a closer look at the dead "Black President", hesitated, and examined his stump. Make sure there's nothing good left...... Only then did he sigh: "This bombing is too miserable......"

Shaking his head, he walked up to Han Lun, his face suddenly becoming strange.

Han Lun...... Sure enough, it was him...... Why is this guy here too? Did you come with the Nine Divisions, or did you ...... Did you come here with a leave of absence like me? Tsk, this fried ......"

Cheng Lin looked surprised.

"According to this frying method, no matter how beautiful the face is...... You have to be completely disfigured if you blow it up a few times, right? ”

couldn't help but complain.

"But this attitude of trying to pay back is still commendable."

Cheng Lin still remembers that last time Han Lun went to his dormitory to apologize and gave himself an "IOU" of 200 contribution points, Cheng Lin said at the time that he wanted him to make some resources and credits for the next projection, redeem the contribution points, and then pay him back.

It's just that after learning the news that there is only one Shu capital projection in the country, he forgot about this stubble.

Unexpectedly, Han Lun also chased after him, although he didn't know how the harvest of this goods was, but he wanted to come...... Two hundred contribution points should be stable.

"If you don't die in the wilderness."

Shrugging his shoulders, Cheng Lin added another sentence as if no one was around.

In order to avoid some trouble, he manipulated the battle spirit just now to stun Han Lun, and the action of raising the scythe and slashing down looked fierce, but in fact, it was all fake, just letting go of a trace of spiritual impact, it was easy to stun him.

It's just that it's easy to get dizzy, but you have to find a way to send him back safely.

It's a small thing to die...... It's a big deal if no one contributes points......

"Is it easy, I ......," sighed a little tiredly.

Cheng Lin rubbed his temples and began to think about dealing with the battlefield.

His current identity is "the high-level of the elf race", but it is not convenient to deal with this corpse, even if this person is an enemy, but after all, he is a human being.

There is an old saying in the Xia Kingdom, which says that those who are not of my race must have different hearts.

It shows that the vigilance and vigilance against aliens exist objectively, and if he goes back to tell the envoys that he has killed people as an "elf...... Although there is no problem in the truth, I am afraid that some people will have resistance in their hearts...... It's also possible.

"If you think about it this way, Han Lun's appearance is a good thing...... Killing a human being as an elf, even if it is an enemy, is easy to cause some unnecessary trouble, but if the person who killed this person is also a human being, or a person from Trisi, then it is much easier to say. ”

"This situation may be the best."

Cheng Lin doesn't know much about diplomacy, but he also knows that diplomacy is no trivial matter, especially the exchange between two races...... Be cautious, it's always right.

"You're cheap."

Having made up his mind, Cheng Lin glanced at Han Lun, who had fainted, and said.

Then he picked up the two arms he was carrying in his hand, which he had cut off from the sword before, and he picked them up just now.

was about to throw it down, but Cheng Lin suddenly sighed.

Ripping off his right arm, an emerald green bracelet appeared in his field of vision.

"What is this? He even wears a bracelet? ”

Cheng Lin was a little surprised.

It stands to reason that in these days, it is normal for a man to wear a watch, bracelet, bracelet or something, but he wears a bracelet......

"That's interesting."

Cheng Lin took off the bracelet, held it in his hand, and shone it at the sun, seeing the fine lines on the surface.

He suddenly remembered the last battle before.

This mysterious man conjures up objects such as "shields" out of thin air.

"Do you mean...... This is also a storage piece like 'initial space'? ”