I saw that his face turned pale in an instant, as if he had been coated with a layer of white wax. The body was swinging as if it had been hit hard, and his knees were weak, and the whole person had to kneel on the ground and spurt out a mouthful of blood.

When the ......

The spear slammed across the back of the sword with a stirring sound.

Instead of stumbling to the ground, Yan Yu took advantage of the situation to collect his sword, turned around and slashed, and the ancient sword drew a dazzling match, and swept towards Hao Xinghe's head between the lightning and flint.

"Be careful!"

Qinglong's face changed greatly, and while speaking, he hurriedly patted a place in the iron box.

With the sound of a machine, from the iron box, an iron cable was shot out in an instant, like a black snake in the air, instantly crossing a distance of several meters, stabbing towards Yan Yu's head.

Chang ......

The sparks splashed around, and Yan Yuren flipped a few times in mid-air, retreated a few steps, and landed smoothly. It's just that his chest rises and falls violently, and beads of sweat are faintly visible on his forehead.

A tingling pain in his left arm made him furrow his eyebrows unpleasantly.

In an instant, he crossed his left arm in front of his face, and although the steel armor blocked this sudden attack, the huge force made him still a little injured when he had nowhere to unload his force in the air.

Yan Yu glanced at a copper nail that had been knocked off by his armguard, and said with a sneer: "Qinglong, I have to say, your Qimen Fourteen Style, it is indeed impossible to guard against. ”

"Prizes. ”

Qinglong's gaze fell on Hao Xinghe's shoulder, and when he saw the depression that was gradually soaking his clothes, his heart couldn't help but sink, he threw away the spear in his hand, waved his big hand, and pulled out an angular long knife from the box.

"Stand down, I'll take the lead. ”

Qinglong took a few steps forward, his eyes fixed on Yan Yu.

"Damn, if my internal strength is available, I will definitely cut you into a stick. ”

Hao Xinghe wiped the blood from his lips, took a few steps back with a soft sword, and looked at Yan Yu's gaze, full of resentment and anger.

"You, no. Yan Yu pursed his lips and greeted him with a sneer.

Qinglong held the knife in both hands, and met it blatantly: "How can you know the result if you don't try, there is no difference between life and death, everything is not yet known." ”

"It's a little too late to know after life and death. ”

Yan Yu's feet slipped suddenly, like a spirit snake, and the sword was like a thunderbolt, directly attacking the opponent's next three ways.

The knife is like a rainbow, and the circle is like a moon.

The sword collides several times every second, and each time it collides, it sputters out a little spark.

Hao Xinghe, he can't intervene at all, he can only use a soft sword, if he rushes into the battle group, Qinglong will be restricted and unable to use it.

One plus one, sometimes not greater than one.

"Bang!"

Yan Yu's yin claw, in a moment, grabbed Qinglong's wrist, as he pushed and pulled, Qinglong suddenly cold sweat oozed out, and he didn't want to lift a kick, barely against Yan Yu's waist.

The head tried its best to tilt back, and with the sound of breaking the air as if the god of death was whispering, Qinglong only felt a cold nose, and a sharp pain came into his brain.

A piece of flesh on the tip of the nose was shaved off. But it's harmless, it's not a big deal.

Hide!

Fortunately, Hao Xinghe roared, and the soft sword moved, clinging to Qinglong's armpit, and slashed towards Yan Yu's arm from behind him.

There was iron armor on his arm, but there was no one at the joint, so Yan Yu had to let go of Qinglong's wrist and slid backwards to retreat a few inches.

But his left hand was not idle, clinging to the left leg of the green dragon against him, slashing through the iron armor, rubbing out dazzling sparks, sharp iron thorns, and fiercely pulling out five deep scratches on the green dragon's legs.

......

Qinglong staggered back, clutched the wound on his left leg, gritted his teeth, and let out a few muffled snorts. His face was instantly covered with a layer of sweat.

His wound was several inches deep, and white bones were faintly visible, and the red blood splattered uncontrollably, leaving a pool of water on the ground in just a moment.

After only a little more than a minute, Hao Xinghe and Qinglong were injured one after another.

The former's shoulder blade was shattered, and although it was his left shoulder, as long as he moved, the continuous sharp pain like a raging wave would hit his brain and make him feel painful.

Compared with Hao Xinghe, Qinglong is even more miserable. Because...... Yan Yu quenched poison on the spikes of the glove.

fought with Yan Yu before, and then Suzaku and others died one after another, how could Qinglong not be on guard?

I didn't see that he was wearing a layer of iron armor on his body, and he was wearing wrist armor on his arms, because he was afraid of Yan Yu's flexible iron gloves and his methods of yin damage.

However, some places can be protected, but in the waist and abdomen, in order to maintain flexibility, Qinglong is wearing skirt armor, and he kicks out again, resisting Yan Delirium to save his life, so the end can be imagined.

"One, two, three, four, five......"

Yan put away the sword and returned to the box, counted a few lightly, and with Qinglong's hideous and unwilling gaze, his huge body completely fell to the ground.

...... on the sword Also toxic.

Hao Xinghe stood in place, with no intention of making a move, as if he had given up struggling. Just looking at him, his eyes were filled with a few wisps of complexity: "Really, people can't look good, and sure enough, rank can't represent everything." ”

Yan Yu sat on Qinglong's corpse, and in order to be safe, he deliberately broke his neck.

After doing this, he raised his head and said with a smile: "Yuan Yuan, I killed it, Huo Ming, I killed it too." But there is no gain, so I don't want to kill you anymore, because there is no point. ”

Hao Xinghe relaxed, threw away the weapon in his hand, and said. "Because, this is not the killing world. If divided, "Factory and Guard" should belong to the plot world. ”

It's not that he believes Yan Yu's words, but because even if he resists desperately now, it's useless, at most he can hold on to a few moves, and then ......

It's better to sit down and talk about it and see if there is a chance, leaving this drama requires the cost of the actor's level decline, which is too heavy.

He would never have taken this step unless he had to.

Especially now, it's time to put it last moment.

"Killing the world?" Yan Yu was a little curious.

"Well, in fact, the whole can be divided into two worlds, the plot and the killing. Hao Xinghe nodded, not hiding too much, because it didn't make sense.

According to Yan Yu's performance in this play, even if he is 'E-', when the curtain ends, he is likely to cross 'E' and come directly to 'E+' to meet the promotion criteria.

When the time comes, Yan Yu, a D-class actor, will naturally understand these things.

Hao Xinghe said lightly: "The plot world, that's it, or the novice world you experienced, this is the plot world."

The killing world, on the other hand, has a single main line and a clear purpose, and most of them are similar to promotion tasks.

Kill a D-rank actor or higher and you'll get a reward, maybe in the form of bonus points, skill points, or items.

In the killing world, it will be richer, but in the story world, it can only be relied on luck.

In fact, I personally think that the plot world is more like letting us work together to explore side quests and increase our strength. And killing the world is a test, a test to verify your strength. ”

Yan Yu nodded thoughtfully: "It's a little interesting." ”