The sergeants of the Ling family's army, from top to bottom, have their own independent identity military cards.

The military badge is a characteristic of the Ling family's army, made of black black iron, and the code representing each person's identity is engraved on it.

When the Ling family army died on the battlefield and was buried in another country, their bones could not be transported back thousands of miles, so they could only be burned and buried on the spot.

And the military badge that represents their identity will go home with the surviving brothers and be buried in their hometown as a clothed grave, becoming the only thought of their relatives.

The military badge on the neck of the immortal knight was like a sharp blade, piercing Ling Luoyu's heart deeply.

No. 1 !!

The number of the military plate - No. 1!!

This number is not something that anyone can have casually!!

"No ......"

With a sudden tremor of his wrist, the soul blade flew out of his hand, grazing the neck of the undead knight and flying out.

And the moment her soul blade was taken off, the immortal knight's long sword also landed on Ling Luoyu's right shoulder.

"Click!"

A cracking sound of bones suddenly hit my ears.

"Hmm!"

Under the painful cry, Ling Luoyu staggered back three steps before he could stand firm.

"Three less!"

Feng Chenglin didn't expect that with a move in his hand, Ling Luoyu actually missed the target.

It's not enough that the weapon flew out of his hand, but he was injured by the undead knight.

The immortal knight injured Ling Luoyu, and did not make any more moves, but collected the halberd and continued to walk towards the cave.

Seeing that San Shao was injured, Feng Chenglin was furious, and he didn't care if he was someone's opponent, so he grabbed the soul blade and slashed at the back of the undead knight's head.

"Stop!"

Ling Luoyu's mournful shout came suddenly.

Feng Chenglin was stunned for a moment, but didn't really stop.

"I'm fine!"

He thought that Ling Luoyu shouted to stop because he was worried that he was not the opponent of the Immortal Knight.

The brother was injured, how could he let the culprit go.

Almost at the same time, Yefeng and the others also made a move in unison.

"Huh!"

The moment the soul blade fell, it suddenly stopped.

Even if Feng Chenglin tried his best, he couldn't press it anymore.

Looking up, he saw a pair of hands clutching the blades.

Blood dripped from her palm.

The undead knight also stopped abruptly at that moment.

It's just that he didn't fight back, but stood there motionless.

"Three less?!"

Feng Chenglin looked at Ling Luoyu in horror, not knowing what kind of wind she was smoking.

"What are you doing?!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes were indifferent, cold without a trace of temperature.

"I told you...... Stop it! ”

Her wrist sank, and the soul blade had already entered her hand.

Blood dripped down the blade to the ground.

There was a faint smell of blood wafting through the air.

Ling Luoyu's eyes swept towards Yefeng and the others.

"Let him go!"

Wu Yefeng and the others looked at her as if they had seen a ghost, thinking that they had heard it wrong, and kept their posture stunned for a while, without meaning to accept it.

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned cold: "I'll say it again!" Let him go!! ”

Feng Chenglin noticed that Ling Luoyu's eyes were wrong, and hurriedly waved his hand.

"Stop, stop!"

He cautiously beckoned everyone to retreat, made way for the undead knight, and watched him walk into the cave before cautiously aiming at Ling Luoyu.

"Three less?!"

Ling Luoyu took the soul blade, as if he didn't see the whereabouts of the immortal knight, he tore off a piece of his shirt and bandaged his hand.

Feng Chenglin seemed to be a little weak-hearted, and raised his hand to help, but she pulled him violently and avoided his hand.

"I'll do it myself!"

Ignoring everyone's eyes, she turned and walked to the side of the darkness.

Under the firelight, her back has a kind of lone wolf licking blood-like loneliness.