Chapter 143: The Masked Man

These two people are the top masters in the young generation, and they know that the opportunity is rare, this time they made a move, and they cooperated just right, one after the other, all pointing to the flaws that appeared under Chang Lin's distraction.

At this moment, a crisp voice came: "You lied to people, so you didn't!" "It's Yang Lan's voice!

With the attack of that sword and sheng, Chang Lin's body leaned back, and the whole person moved out sideways like a ghost. Almost instantly, I heard the sound of a sword tip stabbing through the clothes. Looking at it again, Chang Lin was already a few meters away, and blood stained his arm red!

It turned out that he was nervous for a while, and his mind was lost, but he still let Sheng's Shengfeng stab him in the arm. However, he is very responsive and has excellent internal strength. Therefore, the sheng stabbed down, but only suffered a small injury.

However, in this way, Yang Lan exposed her location!

This point, not only the masked man thought of it, but Chang Lin also thought of it. As soon as he dodged the attack, he galloped in the direction of Yang Lan regardless of it.

But his every move was under the watchful eye of Sheng Shengzi and Wan Poison Hand. As soon as he moved, the two of them immediately followed closely without moving. A sword and a sheng, pointing directly at his vital point.

And at this moment, the masked man was first shocked: he didn't expect Yang Lan to be so close to him, but he didn't find out until she spoke up! Then, with a sword flower in his hand, a silver-white sword qi with internal force stabbed straight in the direction of Yang Lan.

As soon as the sword moved, Yang Lan immediately discovered it. Her instincts for danger are better than ordinary people. Therefore, the end of the sword moved her body first. I saw her tiptoe, and in a blink of an eye, she jumped onto another big tree.

And she left with her front feet, and in the blink of an eye, where she was standing, several branches of the big tree had been draped by the sword wind! The masked man pursued Yang Lan tightly.

This masked man's kung fu swordsmanship is far superior to Yang Lan's, but he does not have an advantage in light skills. Yang Lan jumped on the branches, and in the blink of an eye, she jumped vertically, and she was several meters away. This kind of lightness and dexterity is not something that ordinary martial arts people can do.

The masked man pursued again and again, cutting down dozens of branches, and did not even touch the shadow of Yang Lan.

Chang Lin's body galloped towards Yang Lan's direction, and Wan Poison Hand and Sheng Shengzi did not give an inch, and followed closely behind. The sword wind was vigorous, and he kept beckoning to his body.

Chang Lin endured the pain, took two more sword blows, tore off one sleeve, and cut a small wound a few inches long on his chest. Just when he was anxious, there was a laugh like a silver bell from Yanglan: "It's fun, it's fun!" Hey, Black Cloth Man, run faster! ”

Laughter flew through the trees, accompanied by the masked man's breath and the sword wind.

Chang Lin raised his eyes, and saw that on the branches, a blue figure and a black figure were one after the other, constantly jumping among the trees. As the figure went around, branch after branch fell to the ground, stirring up the foliage on the ground.

Hearing the laughter, Chang Lin's mood was settled. He also laughed, his body in the high-speed flight suddenly stopped, and at the same time shouted: "Lan Lan, don't patronize and play, be careful, don't let him hurt you." ”

He said as he swung his jade-belted sword. The sword light is like snow, and in the middle of the ten thousand paths, it beckons straight to the ten thousand poisonous hands and Shengshengzi. He was in a calm mood, and the offensive in his hand was even more fierce and calm, and every move caught people off guard.

Yang Lan smiled and said crisply, "I know." Chang Lin, this person is so stupid, far worse than a monkey. Hey, why are you hurt? ”

Chang Lin heard her answer, smiled and said, "It's okay, a little bit of injury." ”

The two are in a fierce fight, but they talk and laugh freely. This point is ordinary for Chang Lin. But this little girl of Yanglan actually did this, which made the masked person extremely annoyed.

His kung fu is also at the top level, he can't deal with Yang Lan for a long time, and he is already a little angry, and now when he hears her smiling while fighting, the fire in his heart is like a volcano.

But he's no ordinary person. Under the anger, the heart calmed down. At that moment, as soon as the sword wind was collected, he no longer took those branches out of his anger. Instead, he relied on light skills and played a game of chasing with Yang Lan.

Wan Poison Hand and Sheng Shengshengzi, the combined strength of the two is not far from Chang Lin. It's just that these two have never attacked anyone else, and they are both selfish and selfish.

It's okay to attack when this is coordinated, but once it encounters Chang Lin's attack, it will be full of loopholes. Compared with them, Chang Lin deserves to be called an old Jianghu. He became more and more relaxed under the attack of a sword and a sheng.

At this time, the masked man had already chased Yang Lan around the woods for two or three large circles. Based on the situation, he found that he and Yang Lan were really shorter than the other party's strength in this place. He paused and stopped.

As he stopped, Yang Lan ran a tree or two before stopping. As soon as she stopped, she looked back at the masked man with a grin, and exclaimed, "Hey, black cloth, don't stop." It's not interesting to do that. Why don't I let you run so fast? ”

She looked at the masked man with big eyes and sincerity, and she didn't expect it for a while. The masked man's face turned blue with anger.

He pondered for a while, and with a wave of his hand, an arrow shot up into the sky! As the arrow lifted into the air, Chang Lin was slightly shocked: Does this person have other companions nearby?

As soon as he moved, Chang Lin shook his head, like the Ten Thousand Poison Hands, there are almost a handful of masters of their level. How could they possibly find so many masters? If it's not a master of the same level, it's just a death if it's summoned!

Yang Lan saw the masked man standing still, and felt bored. With a shake of his body, he jumped briskly between the trees. She said to Chang Lin while jumping: "Chang Lin, don't be afraid, there is me!" I've got the best medicine for wounds. ”

Chang Lin smiled while responding to the Ten Thousand Poison Hand and Shengshengzi: "Okay, be careful, don't waste your physical strength." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword wind rushed straight from the side. It turned out that the masked man saw that he couldn't help Yang Lan, so he turned around and pounced on him. With only this strong wind, Chang Lin suddenly found that this person's kung fu was not under the two of Sheng's sons!