Ling Yu took a few steps back and stopped. ({81〔〔{?net{ 〉. He looked at the orc across from him and hesitated.

"Huh? It's also a guy with silver five-star strength?! Ling Yu's heart was in a hurry, seeing that there were already two groups of people in the field who had retreated, and the sword technique was gradually chaotic, and in an instant, his defense suddenly appeared empty, and the spear rushed in his face.

Ling Yu was shocked, his head was thrown to the left, and the long knife immediately returned to defense, just like that, it was a little late, and a straight blood mark appeared on the right side of his face!

He wiped the blood from his face with his middle finger, put it in his mouth and sucked it, his gaze becoming extremely cold. He refocused on his enemy, and danced his sword like the wind, blocking the spear, which stabbed forward. The other party blocked the long knife like a puppet, and stabbed again with a flying spear.

White light flashed around Ling Yu's body, and he moved sideways for more than a meter, and the long knife in his hand slashed diagonally at the human beast. At this moment, Ling Yu had been waiting for a long time, and the other party could not defend at all, let alone dodge.

Imagining a break in two things did not come to life. The long knife slashed at the orc's chest, making a crisp sound, the orc roared, and a terrifying wound connected to the orc's abdomen appeared on its chest, and black and red blood slowly flowed down. Although Ling Yu didn't cut the orc, in that terrifying wound, the internal organs had already flowed out.

At this time, the orcs on the opposite side did not retreat, but advanced, with a terrifying wound on their chest, and rushed towards Ling Yu with a loud roar.

Ling Yu gritted his teeth, it seemed that he couldn't help the tall guy in front of him for a while, so he could only use techniques to destroy it. His long knife slashed a few times in the air, and several blades swirled and superimposed on each other, and a brilliant sword quickly moved from the hilt to the tip of the knife, and was about to erupt.

He quickly retreated four or five meters, and the long knife in his hand swung towards the opposite orc, and shouted loudly: "Taishan Xiaoyue!" ”

The blade left the blade and turned into a crescent-shaped light, spinning and rushing towards the opposite side. The orc roared and raised his gun to resist. However, this blow was obtained by Ling Yu at the cost of removing all the defenses around him, although it was not amazing, it was extremely powerful.

With a loud bang, the spear in the orc's hand was shattered, and the faint sword instantly rushed into his chest. The orc roared to the sky and fell backwards with a bang.

"Ling Yu, you go and stop the Ghost Head Dragon, quick!" Jin Ling'er's figure flashed in front of Ling Yu.

Ling Yu nodded and looked back at the sky. One has already pounced. 6 Xiaowei is pointing diagonally at the sky with a long sword, ready to strike at any moment.

Ling Yu waved his sword to the sky: "Taishan Xiaoyue!" ”

A flash of sword instantly rushed away from the long knife and slashed at the neck of the ghost-headed dragon like lightning. Before the ghost-headed dragon could scream, it fell to the ground, its huge wings snapping off on the grass, and it roared and stirred up clouds of dust.

Although the Oni-Headed Dragon is powerful, it is a flying beast after all, and its defense power is less than half that of the orc soldiers.

Ling Yu felt a burst of fatigue all over his body, he knew that Taishan Xiaoyue was the first form in his father's "Ten Slashes of Heaven Splitting", which was powerful, but it could only be implemented by reducing defense and consuming more physical strength. With his current ability, using two knives is already very good, and if he uses it again, he may be able to soften on the ground. He gasped a few times and took a step forward:

"Senior Sister 6, don't take a step away from Brother Yue's side, remember, you are his last line of defense!" Ling Yu shouted, the white light on his waist surged, and the anti-gravity belt was urged by him, and he rose to the sky.

"Don't worry! Be careful. 6 Xiaowei replied crisply, and stood beside Tong Yue again, and her two bright eyes looked at Tong Yue with tenderness again. That tenderness instantly turned into firmness in my heart, and I looked up into the air.

Ling Yu looked down, the scene below shrank sharply, several four-legged war machines in the distance overturned in the ruins, emitting puffs of black smoke, many strange beasts had already rushed to the site that had just been fenced off, and the two blood wolves had already rushed to Tong Yue's approach, 6 Xiaowei made an urgent move, the long sword waved, and the two blood wolves died in the field on the spot. She's the pinnacle of a true Silver Five-Star.

He saw that Zhao Dashan was fighting bloodily, Qin Jiang was roaring, his bald head was waving his knife, Delo was resisting, and even the seriously injured yellow-haired Batson was constantly waving his spear, and he felt a little comforted in his heart, thinking that as long as he held the sky.

"Ahh

Ling Yu faced more than a dozen behemoths, his face was fearless, in front of these big things, he was as weak as an ant, like a silver star, flashing with light.

More than a dozen ghost-headed dragons fluttered their giant wings and hovered in mid-air, stunned for a moment. Suddenly, there was a long roar, and a ghost-headed dragon rushed down, stretching out two giant claws more than three meters long and grabbing Tong Yue. Ling Yuchang could urge the Tang knife in his hand, and the blade was three meters long, just like that, compared to the ghost head dragon in the sky, it also looked extremely small. The white light around him surged, and he chased after him like lightning, and at this moment, the other side rushed down to stop him.

"It's weird!" He muttered, and the energy of the surrounding field was pushed to the extreme, and he rushed in front of the robbery, falling downward, and the long knife ruthlessly slashed at the root of the right wing of the ghost dragon.

"Poof!" With a loud sound, the ghost head dragon lost one of its wings, screamed, and suddenly smashed towards Tong Yue. A large giant wing more than ten meters long, like a kite with a broken string, kept sliding and fell into the distance.

6 Xiaowei, who was guarding Tong Yue's side, rose to his feet, his palms came out, and launched a silver-white light curtain, pushing the fallen ghost head dragon towards the endless army of alien beasts in front of him.

"Boom" There was a loud bang, and the black body more than ten meters long smashed five or six orc powerhouses. Two of them were seriously injured and fell to the ground.

However, at this time, there was a huge crisis in Ling Yu in the air, the ghost head dragon that did not stop Ling Yu on his head, at this time, he retracted his wings and rushed down, it brought a gust of wind, and the two giant claws directly grabbed Ling Yu.

The silver light flashed under Ling Yu's feet, and he instantly moved two meters forward, and the long knife was raised upward, slashing towards the neck of the ghost head dragon. The ghost head dragon hurriedly raised his head and dodged Ling Yu's blade, who knew that at this time, Ling Yu's sword quickly stretched by more than half a meter. With a single knife, the neck of the ghost head dragon was cut out longitudinally as if it had undergone surgery, and a blood groove more than one meter long was cut out vertically. Blood gushed out, drenching Ling Yu below from head to toe.

Ling Yuxun retreated, and the huge corpse was once again pushed out by 6 Xiaowei.

At this time, the giant claws of another ghost-headed dragon had already stretched out towards Tong Yue.

6 Xiaowei and Ling Yu changed color at the same time, no matter how fast they came, they couldn't rush!

Ling Yu didn't want to think about it, and the long knife slashed in the air a few times, and slashed out. "Yingyang!" Ling Yu changed Taishan Xiaoyue to 'Yingyang', and a crescent-like sword was as fast as lightning, hitting the ghost-headed dragon that rushed downward. The sword pierced through the heart, and the ghost-headed dragon smashed into Tong Yue's less than two meters away.

As Yu Xianglong said, this Aochen Three Styles is indeed a technique practiced by low-level disciples, in the face of the Silver Star high-level powerhouses, the power of Aochen Three Styles is limited, but now Ling Yu used this technique to seriously injure the Ghost Head Dragon, saving a lot of physical strength. With his current state of physical exhaustion, Ling Yu could no longer use the more powerful "Taishan Xiaoyue".

6 Xiaowei's face was pale, and she quickly returned to defense. She looked at Ling Yu in the air gratefully and nodded vigorously.

Ling Yu's body was weak at this time, and he shook twice in the air. He gritted his teeth and swung his long knife to slash at another ghost-headed dragon that pounced on him, the ghost-headed dragon dodged his blow, and quickly climbed into the air, and the other ghost-headed dragon took this opportunity to pounce on Tong Yue again.

Ling Yu slashed through the air with a knife, directly rushed down the ghost head dragon, and slashed it with all his might, the blade passed, Ling Yu's long knife cut through the huge wings of the ghost head dragon, and he was cut out of a bloody mouth more than half a meter long with his back! The wings couldn't stir the air, and the ghost-headed dragon quickly planted to the side, and at this moment, the ghost-headed dragon behind Ling Yu swooped down again, stretching out its claws towards him.

Ling Yu's body was weak and weak, and he rushed forward desperately, trying to dodge, but the sharp tips of the giant claws scratched his back into a blur of flesh and blood.

He staggered and fell, and the sight on the surface quickly enlarged in his eyes. He saw 6 Xiaowei greet him with open arms, as if she wanted to catch him who was falling.

"Ling Yu!" A loud roar. A silver light rushed into the sky, but it was Zhao Dashan, followed by Jin Ling'er.

Ling Yu was startled, gritted his teeth and once again propped up his field energy, igniting a white light. He quickly adjusted his body position, stabilized his body, and gasped for air.

"Ah——!!h Ling Yu roared, his spirit was lifted, the cells around him quickly began to vibrate, and his physical strength quickly recovered. At this moment, one of the big wings of the Ghost Head Dragon suddenly slashed towards Ling Yu!

"Ling Yu!" Zhao Dashan soared up and blocked a ghost-headed dragon. But he was knocked out by the huge wings, and blood gushed out of his mouth. Ling Yu roared, the posture adjustment had not yet been completed, and a jet-black Tang knife with a silver sword that was nearly ten meters long formed a huge arc on the top of his head, and the long wings of the ghost head dragon instantly split out of his body.

Jin Ling'er stretched out her two hands empty, did not catch Ling Yu, and stared at the thin boy in the sky with her eyes.

Ling Yu's bloodstained school uniform was in tatters, and his ferocity seemed to have been completely aroused when Zhao Dashan was injured. He looked like a madman, and a more brilliant light burst out of his body, and the dancing knife rushed into the air, and he wanted to take the initiative to attack and slash wildly at the hordes of ghost-headed dragons.

Seven or eight ghost-headed dragons fled in all directions. Even so, three of them were swept away by his sword and fell.

On the ground battlefield, more than twenty people had been carried to the center at this time. Some were seriously injured, others were dead. Most of the students who maintain this area are colorful and exhausted. But it's still struggling to hold on.